He wakes up to the door slamming and the sun shining through the hole in his curtain. He enjoys the feeling if aloofness as he's in that waking sleeping state. He hears the click of high hells on pavement and is immediately awake. His mom is home.
He over slept. His room is tidy a small blessing. he throws off the covers and races throughout the house opening windows and swiping and trash into the cabinet. The dead lock turning sounds like a gun shot. He's not going to make it.
The door swings open hitting the wall with loud boom. "ASHER" she yells. She must have had a bad day at work. He stands straight up trying to make his shaking less visible. "I'm here mom" he says quietly. She walks over to him without a word and slaps him across his face, his vision goes black and static. She was still wearing her rings.
"What the fuck is this shit? Didn't I tell you to have this place squeaky clean when I got home! what where you doing this whole time" she grab his face her fake nails digging into his skin. She reaks of cigars and alcohol .
"I woke up late" he says. He realizes this was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes widen and her nostrils flare with anger she digs her heel into his bare foot and he cries out in agony. He wants to collapse but she holds him up right. Practically spitting the words at him
"LIER! I KNOW YOU MUST HAVE BEEN WITH THAT .. THAT WHORE OF A GIRL DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL!" She twist he foot bringing tears to his eyes and he hisses out a whisper "I'm sorry mom."He'd knew it was no use arguing. She always is right even when she's wrong.
She moves her heel off his foot. "What an ungrateful. Worthless son I have. If it weren't for you I'd be a movie star I'd be happy I WOULDN'T BE WORKING AT THE HELL HOLE OF A JOB TO PUT CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK! All I ask is for you to do one thing and you can't even do that instead your with some girl who doesn't even love you, who could ever love you! You worthless." slap "useless" slap "hideous boy!" she looks around for something to hit him with and her eyes settle on the grease stained pan on the stove. He eyes follow hers widening in fear. She grabs it and for his head but he ducks just in tip and it just grazes his but hurts like hell.
He losses balance falling to the floor. whoosh. She lights a cigarette taking long swings from it. "get up boy your fine. Clean up this house " He feels something under his nose and touches it. When he pulls back there's blood on his fingers. "yes mother." She take two more long swings from her cigar. She puts it out, his face the ash tray.
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