The quick drum of my heart,
The anxious tremor of my hands,
The ringing in my ears,
The coppery scent in the air,
I did it for her,
I hope she understands.
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As I arrived home, I beelined for the shower. Their stinking blood was burning into my skin, it felt so nice to wash it off. I exited the shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked into my bedroom.
"Mother," I nearly growled upon seeing her sitting on my bed, "Why are you here?"
My mother looked up from the book she had been looking at. I recognized it as the photo album of my parents and I when I was little.
"You look so much like your father," she said, toneless as ever.
"So I've heard," I said, "Now could you please leave?"
My mother stood from my bed and walked over to me. She drug a finger down my bare chest, stopping at my towel.
Of all days she had to be in heat, why today? My body had already ached from the day's previous events.
"Mother," I started, looking down at her.
"Hmm?" She hummed.
"I'm already sore from a workout we did today in gym, can we do this tomorrow?" I hated turning her down, but I just wasn't up to the task.
"Don't you love me?" My mother looked up at me, tears clouding her eyes.
"Of course I do," I bent down to hug her, "It's just that -."
"Then show me," she cried, cupping my face and looking into my eyes.
I sighed, "I already told you, I can't today." Anger flared in my mother's face.
"Fine! Than stay in your room until you can show me you love me!" She yelled before stomping out the door and slamming it shut. I winced at the loud sound.
Sighing, I dressed myself for bed and sat in my desk chair. I had received a text.
Unknown: Nice show today.
It wasn't a show. It just had to happen.
Unknown: So you didn't enjoy it in the slightest?
I didn't say anything about that.
Unknown: So you did.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. This 'Unknown' person was getting on my nerves.
Leave me alone.
Unknown: So you don't want any more pictures? I thought we had a nice deal.
My face flushed with anger. What did this person not understand about 'leave me alone?' I set my phone down on my desk before flopping onto my bed.
Mother wouldn't let me go to school tomorrow. She'd still be angry with my refusal. Skipping class tomorrow wasn't an option, it would make me look suspicious.
I groaned in annoyance before calling her name.
She cracked open my door and peered inside, "Yes, son?"
"I am ready to show you my love," I said, propping myself on my elbows. My mother looked surprised, I usually held my ground for a week or two.
Still, she made her way over to me and sat on my hips.
"I knew you'd come around," she cooed before grinding against me. I bit the tip of my tongue and fixed my gaze on the ceiling.
