Corey awoke, his eyes fluttering slowly as he adjusted, sitting up gently. He was exhausted.
He sighed. The nineteenth of Decemeber. Six days before Christmas. Fuck.
The last couple years Christmas had been easy, wake up, sit with gram, watch her bake, unwrap presents. No fear, no anger, no having to leave things behind and no being hit. Pretty wonderful.
He got up slowly and stretched, hoping the same for the Christmas, but this time he'd get to spend it with Joey. And hey if he was feeling up for it. Yes maybe some Christmas sex. He laughed at himself shaking his head.
He walked into the kitchen half asleep to hear an argument in the other room. It was definitely his grandma having a go at someone and it sounded to be another women.
He was suprised. No one else lived with him. He walked in and was instantly ambushed by his beehive of a mother.
"Corey!"
He was stunned. As his stomach dropped, he couldn't feel his knees.
"...mom?" He said, his voice hoarse.
"Corey! Corey! My baby! My baby boy!" She ran over to him, hugging him tightly.
He hesitated before allowing himself to hug her back as she kissed all over his face.
There was no sign of his sister though.
And then he laid eyes on another person.
The man raised an eyebrow at Corey.
"Who the fuck are you?" Corey spat making eye contact with the dick.
The guy was short, his hair slicked backed almost if he were Italian americian. He was smoking a cigarette and had a dirty beard and dark menacing black eyes.
"Corey calm down honey." His mother said pushing against his chest.
"This ya boy?" The guy said almost smirking.
"Corey this is my boyfriend Frank." She smiled
Corey shook his head "you are unbelievable! Unbelievable!" He shouted
"Corey dont be like that I'm your mother." She said sadly
"What do you want?" He said getting in her face.
"Oi, asshole. Get outta her face before I make ya." The guy, 'Frank', said before standing up.
Corey sighed, but obeyed.
"I've come to see you for christmas, corey." She said smiling tightly.
"Where have you been the last two Christmases huh?" He snapped "why didn't you come for my birthday? Fuck I'm outta here." He began to walk into his room slamming the door...hard.
After getting his clothes on he sat on the bed doing his laces up muttering curses under his breath when his mother walked in.
"What?" He spat.
"Why are you so angry at me?" She asked sighing
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General FictionCorey has an illness, it was something someone gave to him if you like, something he had no choice of, PTSD. No matter what he does he cant forget it, but he has no clue of what his head is doing to him. Joey is a happy go lucky, kinda crazy individ...
