Daniel
As I slipped into the foyer, I glanced up. There besides the door was Toby, curled up with a cat, his blonde hair flowing into his light blue eyes. Very angled facial features, slightly upturned, and skinny as a twig. Very much like his father.
Flashback
Me, mommy and Joel were on a trip to see her old college friend, at the beach. So far it was great. Me and Joel stayed in the living room! Mommy got the bedroom!
On the third day mommy stayed out with her friend and couldn't stand when she got home. They couldn't even tell I was awake, so they stumbled right past me into her room. They we're talking so quietly. It was so frustrating. I wanted to hear. I'll try. I had to go up to the door to hear.
"Dave, please?" Mommy said.
"I can't!" He answered.
"Dave? Ride me! Fuck me! I don't fucking care! Please?"
"I don't have protection!"
"I don't care, dave!"
"Hnmmm, you make it hard, baby." This was followed by licking sounds.
Mommy starts groaning. I wonder what they're doing. Mommy sounds hurt. Then I hear s skin clapping together like they are clapping. Groan, skin-slap, groan. Over and over. For so long.
"Hungry?" She asks.
"Always for you babe. Uuunnmmm. Your so good in bed, babe." The licking sound is back. But we're they sleeping together? Why?
Flashback ends
This was to much for my 5 year old mind to convey. I understood later when my mother told us she was pregnant and it wasn't my dad's. When Dave heard this he ran. Leaving my mother single ( her and my dad broke up), and looking forward to a baby.
On December 30, Natalie Jones died in child birth. My dad surprisingly took the baby.
Toby is 12 now, with a sickening resemblance to Dave. He is my brother, I am his. Our mother deserves to be in hell. Dave is going to hell. There's nothing else to say.
