What Mama Don't Know

What The Day May Hold

We all stood there looking shocked and speechless. I didn't know what to say. I'm sure Christian didn't either, waiting, trying to see how Jacob was going to explain all this to her. But Christian save the Day, "Ma, I'm sorry; I was coming in here to ask Elijah for some deodorant and we just started talking and I don't know I guess Jacob was surprised by me being in here naked, I'm just so used to having to be naked in front of other men, I forgot we can't be like that out here in the real world." My mom responded "It's okay baby but yeah you got to wear clothes around here sweetheart". "Yes I'm sorry Ma'am and it won't happen again. Elijah can I get that deodorant please?" He said then I walked over to my dresser, grabbed it and handing it to him, then he walked out the room. I stared in Jacob's face pissed the fuck off the whole time.
You pull these stunts when you have a whole wife standing here in my face, who just so happens to be my mom. The shit made zero sense.

I didn't say anything though, I just stood there silent, him and my mom walked out of my room and eventually Christian too. Still angry I fell back on my bed, and I fell asleep.

Sometime later, I was awakened with a painful slap to my face. My eye shot open, to my stepdad was standing over me. "What the fuck you think you doing!" I yelled, as I jumped up, holding my face. "Mannn, are you crazy!" Putting your fucking hands on me!"

Jacob leaped at me from the other side of my bed, yelling. "Who do you think you are talking to!" I ran out of my room, trying not to swing on him. This man has obviously lost his mind. I run in my mom's room only to see she's not there.

"Yeah she left, we're the only two here, now what are you going to do?" He said. With that, I lunged at him, tackling him on the floor, we wrestled around in the hallway, knocking a couple pictures of the wall, Jacob somehow grabbing me from behind, lifting me up over his head and dropping me on the carpet.

Dazing me, I laid there barely able to move as he ripped my underwear off! Snatching my legs, forcing them towards my chest. "Your a dirty little faggot! You hear me! You are a fucking faggot!" He screamed with tears streaming down his face; he shoved his stiffened dick straight in me, banging against my body without a glimpse of remorse. I remember lying there thinking, "And this is supposed to be the man who is in place of my father. This is the person that's supposed to be my protector, the person that's supposed to provide for me, make sure that I'm okay, yet this is the very person hurting me right now. Fucking up my stomach, beating up my inside, giving me all of his dick in anger, but yet will later sell me claims of love; I wonder, is this the same thing he does with my mom?"

My thoughts waned as I slowly got my shit together, I could faintly hear myself moaning, over the profanity Jacob was screaming in my face. I gripped his arm a bit tighter, as he pushed himself into me deeper. "I will fucking kill you! I swear I will! He threatened, pushing himself so far in me, that my toes twisted around each other.

"Fuckkkkkk!" I moaned, as I gripped  my step father tight, he scooped up under my arms, banging my wide open ass into the carpet, my body trembled uncontrollably, trying to deal with the overwhelming pleasure that surged through to the extremities of my body. 

Looking me dead in my eyes with his lips centimeters from mine. "Does he fuck you like this?" He growled, I didn't answer. "Does he fuck you like this" He asked again.

*Silence*

Jacob leaned up, positioning my knees caps under my armpits, anchoring me to the floor. jackhammering his assault weapon into my already abused guts.  all the while yelling uncontrollably, "DOES HE FUCK YOU LIKE THIS!"

*No… No… NO!" I Cried out, crying real tears. The former track star, laying on the floor sobbing with a thick sausage dick beating up his intestines disrespectfully. "If only they could see me now." I thought to myself as he released himself inside me.

He laid there on top of me gasping for air, yet managed to say, "If I see some shit like that again. He has to go." I didn't say a word. "You hear me!?" he yelled. "Yea man." I said sucking my teeth. I got up off the floor after pushing him over, from on top of me. I immediately got up and headed to the shower.

Then in such a cliche I broke down. Letting all my feelings run down the drain, cleansing myself of the abuse I just went through.

I finished up, stepping out of the tub, wrapping a towel around my waist. As I walked out the bathroom, I run right into my mom. "Hey baby." "Hey Ma." I said sounding kinda of down.

"Everything ok Lijah?" I really just want to tell her, I really just want to tell my mom the truth, but I couldn't, I couldn't do it. What do I even say. "Hey Ma, Im fucking your husband. I'm sorry but he ain't shit, leave him." That actually didn't sound too bad. But I couldn't do it, I was too scared, I felt horrible as fuck. Crazy part is, maybe a hour or so later I could hear my mom and Jacob in their room fucking.

I put on my clothes and left out, just too much going on. I just started walking until I found myself at this park, the park my dad use to take me too when I was a kid.

It had been awhile since I talked to him, him and my mom split up when I was a kid. He moved about a hour away last time I communicated with him. Moments like this made me want to reach out, but what would I say?

"Dad come save me, my mom's husband is fucking me, and I want the shit to stop."

I looked down on my forearm at the tattoo of a sheild with his name on it, my dad always told me, he would be my protector, protect me from anything in this world, but where is he now?  I put my head in my hands ready to release my feelings when, "E? Elijah is that you?" I looked up, to see my father standing in front of me. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming. It had been years since I seen my dad. Years.  And now he was standing right in front of me.

"Dad?" I said confused. "Yeah son it's me." I looked around the park, more confused then ever, because shit like this doesn't happen in real life. He pulled me up off the bench and hugged me, I just stood there, not knowing how to feel. He stepped back and looked me up and down, " You look good son, you look good, how you been?" I wish I could tell him the truth. I wish I could tell him how I really been but I felt like that wouldn't be good for anybody. "Good dad, good." I said finally hugging him back. "I missed you."

I had so many questions, so many things I wanted to know. But before I could even get a chance to ask him, a little boy comes running up to him, "Daddy! Daddy!" Followed by a Latina looking woman and another guy looking to be around my age. "Manuel? Who is that your talking to" the woman asked as she walked up. "My son." He responded softly. "Your son?" She said gasping.

"Yes this is Elijah, my son, my first son." "Your first son?" I asked. "Yes, Elijah this is your brother here. Emilon." I looked dowon at the little boy, kind of jealous of the fact that he got to be with out dad, while I get abused by my fake one. All of this was alot for me all at once, especially after what had just happened at home. I eventually gave my dad a hug and we exchanged numbers so we could keep in contact but this was alot, alot of shit was fucking with me just from this run in, I need to get away. I need to clear my mind more than ever now.