Pretty Boy

11

"You what?" Mum shouted.
"I love him!" I yelled.
"You don't know what love is! You're only sixteen!"
"Fuck you!"
"What was that Dan-"
"I said, fuck you!"
"Is that anyway to talk to your mother?"
"Is this anyway to be talking to your son?"
"I am your mother! I can-"
"You're no mother!" I scoffed. "No mother would constantly yell at her child and practically control their life!"

Her face fell before it was quickly replaces with anger. She raised a hand to me and stuck me across the face with out warning. I let out a gasp as I fell onto the kitchen sink; blood started to appear from my nose. I let out a faint chuckle, stood up straight and looked that vile woman in the eye.

"Apologize," she demanded.
"Do you wanna know what I did last night?"
"Daniel," she warned. "Apologize. Now!"
"Phil fucked me...he fucked me hard," I grinned. "He pinned me to the headboard and marked me as his. I rode him like a fucking sleigh dog-"
"Daniel!"
"Oh and mum, it fucking felt amazing! I'd do it over and over again-"
"Stop it!" she yelled.
"I was a moaning little whore mum...you raised a little whore who does nothing but moan, and moan, and-"
"Shut up!" She screamed, slapping my stinging face once more. I tumbled to the floor, and laid there in agonizing pain. "You have no right to say things like that!"
"Phil!" I moaned as I got up from the floor. "Oh, fuck! Yes daddy, yes," I continued moaning, "fuck! Do that-"

This time, I was cut off by a ring overed fist. I coughed a few times; a splotch of blood leaped from my lips as it joined me and my nose blood on the floor.

"Get out of my house!"
"Gladly," I scoffed. I got up from the floor and spit my excess blood in her face. "I hope you die," I gritted through my teeth.

I grabbed my jacket and stormed out of the house, walked a couple blocks down, and refused to turn back.

Dan: hey, I'm at the ice cream place. Can you come and pick me up?
Louise: Why? Is everything okay?
Dan: just...please come and pick me up
Louise: Of course. I'll be there in 5
Dan: thank you
Louise: NP

I sat outside on the curb and waited for Louise's old, run down car to come and pick me up. I waited for a few minutes before I heard her music playing from a block away; she broke part of the window so it never shut all the way; it was awful when it rained or snowed.

"Get in, love," she said.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"Oh my god," she gasped.
"Just drive Louise,"
"No! What happened to you! Did you and Phil get into a fight? Dear lord!" She yelled as she took out her phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it,"

Louise: meet me at my house in ten and don't be a minute late

"Who are you texting?"
"Don't worry about it," she repeated.

She stepped on the gas and rushed me back to her house so I could get cleaned up. Once she pulled into the driveway, I saw a familiar blue Toyota sitting in front of her car.

Phil.

"Come on Dan," she said, leading me to the house.
"Louise, why did you want me here so soon?" Phil asked, not even catching a glance of me.
"Look what happened to your boyfriend," she said, sitting me in the couch.
"Oh my god," he whispered, sitting down next to me. "What happened,"
"Got into a fight,"
"Dear lord, with who?"
"My mum,"
"And she hit you this much? Dan, that's not a good thing...well, I mean laying hands on your child in the first place is bad but Dan, you look seriously injured. What on earth did she do?"
"She slapped me a few times then punched me. Y'know, normal mother-son bonding,"
"This is not a time to joke Dan... why did she do it?"
"Well, I was being an ass, then one thing led to another. Next thing you know I'm on the floor bleeding my brains out,"
"Oh god, what did you say?"
"I said that I loved you..."
"Really?" he whispered.
"Awe!" Louise squealed. "I'm sorry, it's cute!"
"No it's not," Phil rolled this eyes. "What happened next?"
"She said I didn't know what love is, then I kinda said that um..."
"You said what?"
"Well, to paraphrase," I cleared my throat. "Phil fucked me, he fucked me hard-"
"Okay, I don't need to hear anymore," Louise said, leaving the room to grab a few bandages and gauze.
"Then I said a few more things along those lines. Then I may or may not have moaned and yelled daddy," I blushed.
"My god Dan," he chuckled. "You're such an idiot."

He flashed me a smile as Louise handed him a damp towel and a handful if bandages. He started cleaning my nose and a few cuts on my face before he placed the bandages on.

"I'm you're idiot," I uttered.
"Yes...yes you are," he smiled. He leaned into kiss me; then my phone started to buzz.
"I'm sorry," I said. I glanced at my phone and read the contact; Dad. "Crap, I gotta take this,"
"Go ahead," he whispered. I cleared my throat as I hit the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Dan," Dad said, voice nearly gone, "please come home,"
"What? Why?"
"Now."