CHANGING MATT

MATT MILLER

"It's your senior year,yes?" Dad asked, unashamedly receiving a blow job from one of his hired whores, Catherine, right in front of me. I watched enviously as Sasha walked over to him in her uniform( a transparent lingerie that didn't cover as much as one-tenth of our whole body), lowering herself on the arm rest of his sofa and practically feeding him her boobs. The things money could do for a person. I couldn't get any of these though, because I had made it quite clear to dad that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with whatever he purchased with his money from the mafia. The sight of dad's mouth circled around Sasha's nipple, made me curse the very day I had made that decision.
"No. I'm in Junior year dad"  I replied dryly, snapping out of my trance. I shouldn't have come here. I should have fucking stayed with mom.
"Did you say something, son?"
"I don't want to fucking run your business after college. I fucking have my own life planned out" Well, that escalated quickly.
"This isn't about the mafia, is it?" Sash asked, tilting her head towards my direction
"Mind your fucking business whore and do your job" Cath and Sash returned to what they did best, but dad had been utterly unfazed by my outburst. In fact, he probably didn't hear me, or he'd simply decided on ignoring me, like he'd always done since my birth. I was clearly ticked off by this. "You have some nerve" I continued, jabbing a finger at him. "To think you can just boss my life around, old man". In one swift movement, dad's hands were draped around my neck, squeezing and draining the life out of my body. I watched through bulging eyes, knowing better than to fight back. " I fucking can son, because I'm fucking rootless, because I'm the fucking head of a mafia, and because I could fucking kill anyone who fucking disobeyed me" He let me drop to the floor, and I winced at the sharp sting in my neck "That's a lot of 'fucking', don't you think?" I asked, hoping I'd struck a nerve, but he continued with his threats, ignoring my comment. "I could fucking yank out your fucking balls and use them to play tennis on Fridays,if they are big enough, and I could pluck out your goddamned eyeballs, which are weirdly shaped by the way, and use them to fucking play hockey on Mondays. So don't ever fucking disobey me. Am I fucking clear?" That last part really did scare the shit out of me, in fact I was subconsciously clutching my balls and shutting my eyes when he was done. "Clear as crystal, sir"
"Good boy" I watched him stroll casually to his couch, motioning on Cath and Sash to go on.
I hate my fucking life.