The Terror #wattys2017 #TNTHorrorContest

Something Akin to Terror

After the night we had at Jimmy's I felt that I needed to make an appearance at home. Mom's  needs to see me every couple day's or she starts to worry. After all, she is my mother and she's supposed to worry, even if she doesn't. It's not that she don't care so much as she has reached the end of her rope when it comes to trying to reel me in. Maybe if they were younger they would have had more energy to chase me down, perhaps they just have too many other things to worry about. I'm sure it's not easy with Pop's on disability and Mom has never worked since I was born. My sister chips in I suppose, I'm not really let in on the financial realities of the household, but there have been times when I slipped a couple twenty dollar bills out of the old man's wallet and he never mentioned it missing.

I think he has a secret life that my Mom doesn't know about, and money he gets from the car lot work he does under the table isn't discussed as far as I know. I know he has cheated on her and I have no reason to believe he isn't having an affair now, but that's neither here nor there. I'm just an embarrassment to him and he pretty much doesn't give a shit what I do, I'm not really sure why they haven't just thrown me out altogether, I think I would. 

I awoke thinking of Michelle while looking at the chopper pictures I put on my ceiling above my bed. I had a piss hard-on as usual so I needed to get up, post haste and make my way to the bathroom. A shit and a shower later, I pulled on my Levi's, Engineer boots (unpolished) and my cleanest white T-shirt and went into the kitchen, lured by the aroma of fresh coffee and waffles steaming in the waffle iron. 

"Morn'n Mom," I said as cheerful as I could muster.

"Good morning sunshine, you want some coffee?"

"That's alright, I'll get it, who's that deliciously smelling waffle for?"

"You know it's for you, how else am I going to get you to sit with me for a minute."

"Aah Ma, all you have to do is ask, do you need to talk to me about something in particular?" I poured myself some coffee, while she gets up to pull my waffle from the iron. She sits it on the table with a jar of peanut butter and a bottle of Aunt Jamima's maple syrup. I put about a third of a cup of sugar in my coffee and a little milk before I sit down.

"Thanks, Momma, my fave!" I exclaim, spreading the peanut butter over the little holes in my piping hot waffle and pouring the syrup.

"I have to make sure you get something in your stomach, we hardly see you around here anymore, hope you're having a good time with your girlfriend."

She says that with a sarcastic growl that other people might not notice but I do, I surely do. She can be quite nasty with a knife behind her back kind of way. She has spent untold years souring me on girls and it worked for a long time. I have been afraid of them my whole life until this recent thing with Michelle and I believe she is as green eyed jealous as she can be without outright saying so. On the other hand, my Dad thinks I'm a fag with my hair down to my ass and my tight jeans, plus I never brought a girl home, including Michelle.

"She had to work today and we had a pretty late night so I figured I'd come to see my Mom. How the hell are you Momma?" 

"Miserably fine I suppose; you sleeping with that girl?"

There's a way she drawls out the words, "that girl," that sends a little angry chill down my spine. I pause before I answer because I don't want her to think I noticed. I drink my coffee while swallowing a bite of my waffle before I reply.

"I sleep on her sofa when I stay the night thus far, and as for my sexual proclivity, I don't think I want to share that with my mother if that's ok with you?"

"We don't need any girls in trouble, that's all I'm saying, you're a smart boy, you need to take measures. A lot of girls want to trap a nice fella like you, do you understand what I'm saying?"