Cracks

Hear, Hear -Presley's POV

Presley's POV-

I groaned and threw the pillow over my head as the moaning started once again. Jesus did these people ever sleep?! Have they never heard of being fucking quiet?!?

I sighed and laid there in my bed feeling like throwing up over the ungodly sex noises that I was hearing from my mother's room. They had been at it all night. Who even has that kind of stamina?! They finally quieted around five in the morning. Apparently, only to start again at eight o'clock on a damn Saturday morning. Seriously?! Who the fuck has that much stamina?!

I finally forced myself out of the bed when I heard loud smacking coming through the paper-thin walls. I seriously did not want to know what that was about. I climbed into the shower and stayed in there for far too long. I didn't want to hear the nasty noises coming from the room any longer, nor did I want to deal with anything else that pertained to my life. The shower drowned out the sexual noises that seemed to consume the whole house. I wanted to stand in the shower and pretend that I did not exist. I wanted to stand in the hot water and try to drown the sorrows of my life.

I got out after the water began to run cold. I was relieved when I could no longer hear moans or rhythmic beating of the bed against the wall.

I wrapped my towel securely around my body and opened the door to go to my bedroom which was right across the hall from the steam ridden bathroom. I almost screamed when there was an exceptionally large and wide middle-aged man only clad in boxers standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Finally, you took a damn long time." The man said roughly.

"Fuck you." I growled back and held on tighter to my towel.

"After I'm done with your mom, absolutely." He said with a smirk not hiding the fact that he was checking me out with lust filled eyes.

"You're disgusting." I stepped around him and went to my room, closing and locking the door behind me.

I got myself ready for the day and looked in the mirror. The black eye was doing a lot better than it had been. It was quite faded, and my eye was back to its normal size. However, I looked and felt completely exhausted and haunted from my night in Hell of having to hear my mother have sex all night long.

I would have left, I truly almost did, but it started heavily storming in the late night. The wind was howling, and rain was pouring against the windows... and yet, I could still hear my mother and her lover. Barf.

I went to the kitchen and instantly regretted it. My mom was at the stove with her robe very loosely tied around her and the big man was standing behind her, still only in his boxers, feeling her up and kissing her neck. I almost threw up whatever was in my empty stomach.

"I'm leaving," I said forcefully to my mother.

She turned in the man's arms and shooed me away. I rushed out of the room as the man lifted her up on the countertop and stood in between her legs. I grabbed my things and left the house quickly making sure to slam the door loudly on my way out.

Weird men coming in and out of my mom's life was not uncommon. A lot of the times when she'd go out on a bender, she'd come home with a new man. She always had a very rocky and unstable dating life. However, she had never so blatantly flaunted what she was doing with those sketchy men around. She never hid her relationships from me. In fact, she had always introduced me to those men after the first day or two claiming that she was 'in love' with them and they were going to be my new daddy.

That being said, she always hid her sex-life from me. She never flaunted her and her new fling around with less than honorable causes. It had never been about sex with the other men for her, always about finding a good man to settle down with. That man, however, I didn't know what the hell my mother was doing with. I was honestly sickened by what I had seen and heard the night before.