Marbles (studxstud)

Chap 3: Visit.

My mother has been locked up for the last 5 years and she has 15 more years to go. She was caught smuggling drugs into the country from the US and they decided to run her trial here and not overseas which I was thankful for.

I decided to visit her today, which I do maybe every month or so.

I sat down waiting for them to escort her out into the common room.

"So you finally decided to come look for your mama?" She grimaced.

"Since when did you get so macho?" I asked.

"You ain't the only one out here fucking bitches you little piece of shit."

"Damn, you ain't gotta be so harsh." I got up to leave, "I'm sorry I even came here."

"Wait, I'm sorry." I sat back down waiting to hear more.

"Sorry that you're a sensitive lil shit that tried to kill herself more than three times and failed all three times. Your pops was a piece of shit and you came out to be a piece of shit too. Should've married that drug dealer when I had the chance instead love made me stupidly stay with your stupid ass dad and got you. You're a blessing but you stupid too son. You got the packs of cigarettes I asked for?" I sighed and pushed the box to her.

I really don't know why I came here. I started laughing.

"Well, this lil shit is a free lil shit and this lil shit ain't got to worry about bitches pushing broom sticks up her ass or being raped with a glass bottle. Do they fist you in there?" I asked with an amused look on my face.

"Woah, I do the fucking fisting you lil shit."

"You nasty." I rolled my eyes and she hissed her teeth.

"Things are kinda nice in here."

"Well I'm really sorry to hear that because you deserve the worst."

"You don't mean that."

"Yeeeeeaah.. I think I do. You put me through so much misery and now I'm so fucked up in the head I come here to look for you and expect a different reaction. I must be fucking insane." I said through gritted teeth while pointing at my head.

"Well you know what they say, doing the same thing and expecting different results is the definition of insanity."

"Yeah well fuck you Patricia."

"You can at least still call me mom."

I rolled my eyes at the audacity of this woman.

"So you still seeing that pretty psychiatrist?"

"Yeah, she got me on some pills and they seem to be working."

"Good, good because I'd like to see you get better ma."

"Thanks, I guess."

"You met anyone?"

"Yeah I met this girl the other day and we supposed to go out this Friday."

"Smooth. She pretty? Got a fat ass?"

"Yeah she real pretty, she's a stud?"

"A stud?"

"Yah! Got a problem?"

"No , no, no , no problem-o right here-o. I'm just shocked that you would make such a decision knowing you're such a pussy and care what people think. But hey, I want you to not give a shit okay? If this girl means good then you shouldn't care what others think about you. You a girl and she a girl ain't it? People just so fucked up they can't help but hate what they don't know son but you should know you and you should know what you like and if getting some from a stud is what you like then go get that dick."