"You want a good lay, go see Derren's mom. She fuck's like a beast." Neither of the boys knew Darren was on the other side of the lockers, but within seconds they knew. Tom didn't even see the fist coming before it smashed him in the nose.
"You bastard!!!" Darren yelled as Tom smashed against the lockers and fell to the floor. "I'll kill you!!!"
If it hadn't been for the other young man standing by, Darren likely would have killed him. As it was, Darren still managed to break Tom's nose and blacken both eyes before he was pulled off.
"MOTHER!!" Darren yelled as he flung open the door to the house. It smashed against the wall and knocked his fathers picture off the wall. He had died only two years ago and Darren felt a bit guilty for breaking his picture.
The bedroom door opened and Darren's mother walked out, "What in God's name is your problem?"
"Don't play stupid with me mother," Darren yelled. "How many more of my friends are you going to fuck? HUH???"
"Wha??" his mother managed, trying to think of how Darren might of found out.
"Oh ya, it was real great," Darren sneered. "I'm in the fucking locker room at school when Tom Briggam announces to the world that he slept with you."
"I'm sorry," his mother said trying to ease his anger.
"When are you going to stop?" Darren yelled at her. Suddenly Darren realized that tears were starting in her big beautiful eyes. Trying to calm down Darren turned away and headed to the living room. "I thought you were going to get help."
"I did," his mother offered, still standing in her bathrobe in the hall.
Darren sat on the couch and stared out the window. "And what did they say?"
Darren heard his mothers door shut and suddenly he was angry again. Darren darted down the hall and opened the bedroom door. His mother was laying on the bed her face buried in a pillow.
"What did they say, mother?" he demanded.
Darren's mother turned to him, tears streaming down her face, "Please, Darren. Leave me alone. I'm sorry." Then she started to cry again.
"Did you even go to get help?" Darren asked softly.
"YES!!" his mother half screamed and she began to cry again.
"Did they say anything?" He asked as he sat on the bed and put his hand on her shoulder.
Immediately she pulled away, "Don't....don't touch me," she cried softly.
"What is it?" he asked. "What did they say."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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