green sweater » jeremike

11

Going home, the living room was still a mess. Bottles of wine were scattered across the floor, along with a few shards of glass. I frowned when I heard crying from the kitchen.

"Mom?" I called.

"D-Don't worry, Tori.. We're gonna be.. O-O-Okay.."

I had no idea what she meant, but I decided to clean the house before she stumbled into the living room and hurt herself. Throwing away the empty bottles, I walked into the kitchen to see my mom with her head against the table. There was absolutely nothing I could do to help her.

I swept up the shards of glass, and took several photos of my dad off the wall. I heard mumbles from the other room, making me stop.

"I fucking hate him.. H-How could he do this when we had a daughter, a god damn marriage.."

I furrowed my eyebrows. In my 17 years of living, I have never once heard my mother cuss. Especially not at dad.

"..All so he could hook up with some younger slut. All those years he talked about loving me.. He probably didn't even love you, Tori. All he did was.. Lie.."

I didn't even realize she was talking to me at first. I finally knew the whole story, though. Dad was being a whore. I really should've seen this coming.

"I-I-I'm so sorry, Jeremy."

I had to pause to comprehend what she'd just said. "What?"

"I know how much you hate being a girl and I just.. I'm such a bad mother."

I walked into the kitchen slowly, hugging her comfortingly. "You're not a bad mom, you keep me alive and happy."

"You're not happy." She sobbed. It was true, I wasn't exactly happy, but I wasn't sad either. I felt nothing.

"Don't cry, mom." I bit my bottom lip.

"Don't worry about me, just go with Mike.. When I get better everything will be okay.." She sniffed.

"I'm not leaving you here alone, mom." I said sternly.

"To-" she stopped herself. "-Jeremy. Please just go and be happy, I'll be okay, everything will be okay."

I didn't want to leave her, but I knew I had to believe that she'd be okay. I kissed her head softly before walking off to go to Mike's house once again.

Hey, you busy? I texted.

No, why? He replied almost immediately.

My mom isn't holding up to well, and she said she wants me to be happy. I sighed and pressed send.

Aw. Come on over. I'd take you out but I'm not getting out of my pajamas lmao. Mike responded, making me chuckle. I walked to his house and got there quicker than I'd expected. I noticed Doll and her girlfriend in the yard, Lindsey in Doll's lap as the two laughed together. It was honestly really cute.

"Oh, hey Jeremy!" Doll smiled. "Weren't you just here like, 20 minutes ago?"

"Yeah." I laughed.

"Miss Mikey's cock already~?" Doll cooed.

"No!" I blushed and giggled a bit, walking around them and going inside. Mike was in the kitchen, which I would see from the living room, and was shirtless once again.

"You can't keep a shirt on, can you?" I smirked, blushing a bit more.

"It is 80 degrees outside." He laughed.

"Maybe if you didn't wear those damn sweatpants you wouldn't be hot." I looked him up and down.

"I saw you checking out my package earlier so don't tell me you hate these pants." Mike rolled his eyes and blushed before taking something out of the microwave. "You're even more perverted than me, in all honesty."

My entire body heated up in embarrassment. "Shut up." I forced an awkward laugh.

Mike was taste tasting what looked like ramen noodles when his phone rang. He groaned and picked it up, still eating his noodles. I stifled a giggle as he talked to what I assumed was his father.

"I don't know, probably not though." He shrugged as if his father could see him. "Seriously? Fine, whatever, bye." The call ended just as quickly as it started.

"I have to babysit my cousin later. And you're really good with kids so..." Mike grinned.

"As long as I'm by doing all the work I'll help you. Besides, you'd probably get mad and slam dunk his head into the table." I joked.

"Oh yeah?" Mike chuckled before walking over to me, swooping me off the ground and blowing raspberries onto my neck. I squealed and giggled, pushing away as if begging for him to let me go.

"Stop!" I giggled.

"You're not the boss of me!" Mike responded, laughing as well and putting me down onto the ground again.

As soon as he let me down though, his arms latched securely around my waist. "Besides, I'm way more dominant than you."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really."

"You might be right for now but soon enough I'll overpower you." I stuck my tongue out playfully.

"Until then, I'm the top." Mike smirked.

"Whatever." I laughed and shoved him slightly. My mom was right to send me to Mike. I had almost completely forgotten about my dad, but my mom stayed in the back of my mind, and I hoped that she was okay.