Curiosity Killed The Boy 6

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Six

Dad was late arriving on Saturday. He was supposed to pick me up by noon, he didn’t show until three. He took one look at me and stated, “What’s with the hair?” I told him I was letting it grow out. Mom saw an opening, “If you sent the money you owed maybe I could afford to get him a haircut." Dad shook his head and told me to go. Mom wanted the last word, “See if you can have him back on time."

Dad spent the first thirty minutes of the drive asking me questions. How’s the summer going? Are you trying out for any sports? How’s your mother treating you? Is your mother seeing anyone? After the interrogation, he told me we were driving down to Lake Cumberland. He rented a houseboat on the lake. We were meeting his girlfriend Kimberly and her two sons Jake and Kyle. Mom always referred to Kimberly her kids as his whore and her two bastards.

Dad didn’t have a problem getting me home in time. I didn’t like Jake or Kyle from the moment, I met them. They were loud and obnoxious. They were always wrestling and hitting each other. They assumed I would enjoy the rough housing. They soon learned I wasn’t like them. Tossing me into the lake whenever I was outside became their little game. Dad started to join in. It was his way of encouraging me to lighten up. I tried to stay in my room as much as possible. As Dad put it, “You know how to kill all the fun in a vacation."

He didn’t get out of the car. He popped the trunk, so I could get my suitcase. I didn’t wave good bye. I walked into the house. Mom opened the door, “You’re father’s not coming in?”

“No,” I walked past her.

“Is everything OK?”

“Fine,” I continued to walk back to my room. I had spent most of the week and the ride home thinking about what I could have been doing. I thought about different outfits I could have been wearing. It would have been nice to have had a bikini for the lake. Instead, I got, “Don’t worry about getting dressed, wear your swim trunks. Kimberly isn’t here to do laundry."

Mom followed me back to my room, “What’s wrong, what happened?”

“Nothing,” I put my suitcase on the bed.

“Tell me what happened,” She sounded concerned.

“Nothing. Kyle and Jake are jerks,” I didn’t feel like telling her that Dad preferred them over me.

“What happened, what did they do?”

“Nothing,”

Mom came in and gave me a hug, “I’m sorry you had a miserable time."

Her hug was comforting. Without thinking I put my arms around her, rested my head on her shoulder and started crying. She stroked my hair, “it’s OK."

I pushed away from her and wiped the tears, “sorry."

“I’ll tell you what I’ll put your things away. You go ahead and play your games. Your sister will be back from the store shortly. We can all go out for a nice lunch.”

“OK,” I smiled. It was good to be home.

The day went as expected. Mom and Sis asked about the week. Mom wanted information about the whore. She wanted to know how much Dad had spent. I made it sound as terrible as I could in hopes I would never have to go again.

Mom didn’t work that day. Sis went in for the late shift, four to close. I wanted to go back into the spare bedroom and change. Being so close and not being able to indulge my desire was aggravating, and frustrating. Mom kept wanting to talk.

Before Sis got home, I decided to go to bed. Mom said good night and smiled. I went back to my room. I undressed. I didn’t want to wait until Mom, and Sis went to bed to wear my night gown. I knelt down and reached between the mattresses. I didn’t find the gown. I ran my hands in large sweeps searching. I became stricken with fear.

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This seems like it will come

This seems like it will come under the word "OOOPPPS!" Looks like Mom and/or Sis did some room cleaning and very likely changed the bed linens as well. Guess what was found. I foresee a little 'sit down 'and talk' coming into our "boy's life soon. Janice Lynn

It appears that the cat is

It appears that the cat is well and truly "out of the bag". I look forward to seeing how the heroine of this tale is going to cope.

It wasn't curiosity

Podracer's picture

Heart failure induced by panic. Moms search mattresses routinely, don't they? Still at least she does seem to care for him, that's good.

"Reach for the sun."

they always find something

Been there, done that, oops! mattresses are the worst hiding place ever, I graduated to an office steel locker, stupidly leaving the door open once!

Funny thought

Podracer's picture

Tomorrow walking in to breakfast - "Mom, have you seem my nightie?"

"Reach for the sun."

hello

i had a great time reading.. one must have to respect someone's feelings and attitudes. that's the best way to understand them...
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