A Sick Mother Bares A Sick Child.

11.(Part 2)

Rogers P.O.V

I always wondered why people go through so much and never do anything about it... Is it love, that makes people do stupid things... Unspeakable things? And if you're asking someone like me I don't know what you do for love, love is a complicated word, feeling, experience. Many who 'think' they have love has always had love. They just never noticed it because it wasn't from someone that they wanted it to be from.

Now in the event that I-, I mean you find love. What do you do with that?
With that you have to take into consideration, life. And itself life is a bumpy road. So the only way to correctly preserve love and someone you love is to hide it. So no one else can have it but you, all because it can be gone within minutes. I assume that's what happens to most.

Many Years earlier.

"This boy is troubled Janice, Do you think I can walk the fucking road knowing he- "
His face, So burnt with anger he couldn't even finish his sentence, why.
"Janice I know ya' love him, love him to death. BUT THIS- THIS is not normal."
He caresses her face trying to search her eyes for answers.
"Ever since you got pregnant you're different... What happen why are you protecting him?"
"ANSWER ME!! "
She presses my head into her chest the more his rage
Filled the room, the more his hot breath moistened our faces.
I could feel him looking down at me. tearing me away from my mother's dress I clung to.
He shakes me steadily interrogating me, with blood shut and drooping eyes .
"Why the fuck did you kill the neighborhood pet, you little shit!"

That was the beginning, I often think. Why was I even like that. I'd slip away from school during recess, go to dumpsters and alleyways I'd feel the air push me embracing how intrepid I felt on my own. I was at my highest self. Until I stumbled upon a bar... Creeping inside I saw skirts and tops showing to much of a beautiful lady. I saw my father. My father and a woman, her legs were long slight glisten from her thighs go down. Her chest was full and bouncy each time she laughed, her hands looked soft and delicate. Watching her made me feel vulnerable, my waist started tingling and heating up my pants as I look down it was soaking and stiff, Did I just pee?

Before I could finish being puzzled by my pants I look up to see them whispering and walking to a room, I couldn't follow them, there must be a window.
I walked out and around, it wasn't a room it was a filthy bar bathroom. Luckily there was a window. Pulling my stack of a body up to the windows.
I see them...
Her face was presses up against the wall he grips her throat from the back, as her ass is perched up on his hips. Slamming and pounding in her, bumping her face to the wall as he shoves himself forcefully in and out. She's moaning yet sending beautiful long almost silver tears down her red cheeks , she looks like she's enjoying it she's supposed to yes?
Her head starts jamming against the wall harder. Still arching her slender build upwards making him lean back more unto the other wall before she screams with his last thrust, Its loud and it's emitting in the bathroom, seeing her drop down to the floor.
I rise up as much as I can hold too see her slump on the ground unconscious. The hot feeling returning to my pants once again and my eyes roll behind my head groaning softly.

I jump stepping easily away and heading back to school thinking about it all over again, like a record in my head the sounds and the motions.
I envy him.

Walking home from school, I could have sworn I saw Bar lady on the bus, was she alive still? does she live near us ? finally our paths crossed as I walked into a convenient store, she stood in the isle for bandages and creams for bruises... I was scared at first... to walk to her, to even imagine myself talking to such a creature was leaving me in a bewildered state of mind making me nauseous thinking about her. my dad. the bar, her. my dad. the bar, I ran outside puking in the streets.

Raising my head slightly feeling the winter breeze stiffen my dripping nostrils.
I feel a warm hand rub my back and I could smell the sweetest perfume, she'd smell like cherries and apple blossom. "Are you okay little guy?" again that heavy feeling reintroduced itself to me as she rubbed and fixed my shaggy hair. "I-I'm okay beautiful lady." she giggled and offered to help me to walk down the street. "So whats your name, handsome?" she said smirking and clicking her heels, I held my book bag tightly answering rather loud "Roger ma'am!" I noticed her smirk turned into a small frown.

I could look up and see her face turn so cold, she stayed silent the entire walk down the corner. When I got home the house felt rather empty, I smelt no food I didn't feel the heat of the fire place hug me as I entered. I called out to my mom but no answer. I scoped the bottom of the house first and checked the garage door just in case it had been broken in. I called out once again and I could hear a muffled sound coming from her room.

She had a black eye and a needle in her arm... Is she on her medication again? she gave me a narcotized smile pushing the syringe needle further into her hand. I never understood why she did it, be she would always tell me it makes her happy and feel better. it like medicine to me! only doctors use needles and she is no doctor.

Later that night things came back to normal my mother asked me what I'd like for dinner, the only thing I could think of was macaroni and cheese! my mother made the cheese-y-est. I helped her set the table, plating them one by one. I got startled by a sudden bang at the door before it swung open. "Janice! why isn't your little shit of a son staying in school?? you think I'm sending him there for free... it takes money to buy those crumby books, MONEY I could be spending on my car which broke down on me today after realizing you cut the fucking wire to my breaks. What the fuck is wrong with you freaks?" he nagged and digged into my brain with his insults.

I stood firm and asked "How are you so sure I'm not going to school?"

His eyes turned around to the back of his head and he clenches his hands together before cracking them and lounges towards me within 5 steps he's squeezing his giant hands around my arms shaking my entire body as he talks... "So you don't think your teachers do roll after breaks?" his tongue clicks as the tone of his voice is dark and smooth yet stern and intoxicated.
"And don't ever talk to anyone you see on the streets, you don't bother those nice people ouuutt there you big fucking freak, you make people uncomfortable."

Later that week I decided since I can't leave the school... I might as well try making friends. A few girls didn't notice it was me, Most of the class thought I was an exchange student or a new kid or something. The ones that came up to me I introduced myself, It felt good. I met Micheal, Kyle and Danny.

Walking and chewing gum felt like a new trend, I had to fit in if I wanted any sort of normality. We decided to go to the arcade after school. I made sure and packed my piggy bank for after school, It was a large sock with coins in it... entering into the arcade and I saw so many people so many flashing lights that sent me into a miraculous wonderland state almost, reaching into my bag I whip my sock out and ran to 'The Punisher' which in fact was my favorite game before I could make it to the game controls a green eyed short hair girl runs to the left of me.

"Games on me!" she eagerly says... I could see her from the corner of my eye looking up at me for some sort of answer... she looked younger... cuter more innocent then that bar woman could ever be. "I'm Stacy by the way :)"