adamantly.
He nods and I turn to J. “Would you like me to bring you
some decent food when I return?”
He quickly replies in the affirmative.
“No problem, I will be back in an hour or so,” I say walking
out of the door.
Chapter 18
Austin
Holy fuck. I remember now why I never come home. My mother
has been praying for my soul since I walked in the house. She says she saw the
little tart I am involved with on the sports show. I had to bite my tongue in
an effort not to lash out at her over disrespecting Ry. It would do no good.
My mother is a proper woman and religious to a fault. I grew
up Catholic with all the standard religious rules. However, I never felt the
faith the way she does. I am not saying I do not believe, I just have a hard
time believing in the rules - especially the ones she forced down my throat for
years.
My college scholarship saved my life. It gave me a chance to
play ball and, most importantly, gave me a way out of my mother’s suffocating
house. I don’t remember my mom being as overbearing when my dad was around, but
we saw him for the last time when I was eleven.
After my father left, my mom seemed to hate all things male,
including me. It didn’t matter how hard I tried - be it at school, sports, or being
her son - I was never good enough for her. As I got older, I stopped caring about
her opinion of me, seeing I could do no right.
I was never a bad kid per se, I just did what most normal
teenagers do. Unfortunately, I ended up one of the statistics.
I dated Amanda through my sophomore and junior years of high
school. It wasn’t until the summer before our senior year that things went
wayward.
Amanda and I hung out constantly and, thanks to her absentee
parents, we were alone more than two horny teenagers ever should be. We did
what most red-blooded American kids do; we had sex, and tons of it.
It was late July when Amanda showed up at our local hangout
bawling her eyes out. ‘We became a statistic,’ she told me. What she meant was
she was pregnant. That’s when the shit hit the fan.
We had no real options, considering neither of us was
eighteen yet. We were forced to tell our parents and I promised Amanda that I
would stay by her side no matter what. That proved to be impossible once all
the parents were involved.
Amanda’s parents banned her from seeing me and sent her off
to a school for unwed mothers. They were rich and active in local politics. Apparently
a pregnant teenage daughter would cause problems at the polls for her father.
My mother said nothing for a few weeks, but when she did it
was awful. She told me I was the worst excuse for a son she could have ever
had. She forced me to go to church and copy scripture at night into a notebook
so that I would wake up and see the light.
I never saw the light. What I did see was a blossoming
hatred for my mother. Through all of this, I tried to protect my sister. Ally is
eight years younger than I am, but was old enough then to understand what was
going on. My mother refused to tell Ally the truth about what was happening, so
I did.
By Christmas that year, things had settled down some and
everyone was living in a somewhat peaceful existence. I had regained the
privilege of leaving the house unattended and promptly used it to make things
worse.
On December 27th my buddy Alex and I met up at the old
hangout and proceeded have a few beers. I was shocked when Amanda showed up
looking for me. I hugged her tight around her growing baby bump and we sat
under the stars catching up, just like old times.
By the time we needed to leave, I realized I couldn’t take
Amanda home since I was on my motorcycle. Alex offered to take Amanda home and
I agreed. We were heading down the back side of the hill when Alex swerved and
drove straight into a tree. The sound of the metal crushing, rubber burning,
and gas leaking will forever be etched into my brain.
I threw my bike down and ran to the car. The primary impact
was on the
He nods and I turn to J. “Would you like me to bring you
some decent food when I return?”
He quickly replies in the affirmative.
“No problem, I will be back in an hour or so,” I say walking
out of the door.
Chapter 18
Austin
Holy fuck. I remember now why I never come home. My mother
has been praying for my soul since I walked in the house. She says she saw the
little tart I am involved with on the sports show. I had to bite my tongue in
an effort not to lash out at her over disrespecting Ry. It would do no good.
My mother is a proper woman and religious to a fault. I grew
up Catholic with all the standard religious rules. However, I never felt the
faith the way she does. I am not saying I do not believe, I just have a hard
time believing in the rules - especially the ones she forced down my throat for
years.
My college scholarship saved my life. It gave me a chance to
play ball and, most importantly, gave me a way out of my mother’s suffocating
house. I don’t remember my mom being as overbearing when my dad was around, but
we saw him for the last time when I was eleven.
After my father left, my mom seemed to hate all things male,
including me. It didn’t matter how hard I tried - be it at school, sports, or being
her son - I was never good enough for her. As I got older, I stopped caring about
her opinion of me, seeing I could do no right.
I was never a bad kid per se, I just did what most normal
teenagers do. Unfortunately, I ended up one of the statistics.
I dated Amanda through my sophomore and junior years of high
school. It wasn’t until the summer before our senior year that things went
wayward.
Amanda and I hung out constantly and, thanks to her absentee
parents, we were alone more than two horny teenagers ever should be. We did
what most red-blooded American kids do; we had sex, and tons of it.
It was late July when Amanda showed up at our local hangout
bawling her eyes out. ‘We became a statistic,’ she told me. What she meant was
she was pregnant. That’s when the shit hit the fan.
We had no real options, considering neither of us was
eighteen yet. We were forced to tell our parents and I promised Amanda that I
would stay by her side no matter what. That proved to be impossible once all
the parents were involved.
Amanda’s parents banned her from seeing me and sent her off
to a school for unwed mothers. They were rich and active in local politics. Apparently
a pregnant teenage daughter would cause problems at the polls for her father.
My mother said nothing for a few weeks, but when she did it
was awful. She told me I was the worst excuse for a son she could have ever
had. She forced me to go to church and copy scripture at night into a notebook
so that I would wake up and see the light.
I never saw the light. What I did see was a blossoming
hatred for my mother. Through all of this, I tried to protect my sister. Ally is
eight years younger than I am, but was old enough then to understand what was
going on. My mother refused to tell Ally the truth about what was happening, so
I did.
By Christmas that year, things had settled down some and
everyone was living in a somewhat peaceful existence. I had regained the
privilege of leaving the house unattended and promptly used it to make things
worse.
On December 27th my buddy Alex and I met up at the old
hangout and proceeded have a few beers. I was shocked when Amanda showed up
looking for me. I hugged her tight around her growing baby bump and we sat
under the stars catching up, just like old times.
By the time we needed to leave, I realized I couldn’t take
Amanda home since I was on my motorcycle. Alex offered to take Amanda home and
I agreed. We were heading down the back side of the hill when Alex swerved and
drove straight into a tree. The sound of the metal crushing, rubber burning,
and gas leaking will forever be etched into my brain.
I threw my bike down and ran to the car. The primary impact
was on the
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