The Story Of Timmy Turner

The first round

I had a gut twisting feeling when that  thought popped in my head. The words "where is my mom....?" bounced back and forth in the walls of my head echoing within my ears. I ran all over the first floor of my house searching frantically for my mom. Scared of what I might find I stop and go back to the living room. There sitting on the couch smoking a fat cigar was my mother. Her hair was pinned up and she was wearing her favorite house gown. She pulled her cigar and as the smoke rose she said "so you found out huh?". Not knowing what to say I respond "found out what, I dont know what you're talking about". My mother chuckled from deep within her throat then turned to look at me. With sadness in her eyes she shed a tear then said "about your father and vicky" her voice began to crack when she said " its been going on for years, sometimes I joined other times I sat and watched".  Not knowing what to say I ran my hand through my chestnut brown hair then I managed to stutter " t-then what's the i-issue". My mother stood up and walked towards me. Since she was predominantly shorter than me, hence me being 6'3 and her being 5'7, she looked up at me and quietly mumbled "you". At this point I'm stunned not knowing what to say like always until I felt the cold grip of someone on my shoulder. Unable to whip around and punch who ever it was in the face I froze up I could think of nothing to get myself free. Everything took a turn for the worse when I saw a lock of ginger hair on my shoulder. Vicky. She giggled and with her terrible whiskey breath she whispered "its going to be okay just relax". After that it all went dark the last thing I saw was my mother putting her cigar out.