For the next several days, I openly ignored my mom. Giving her the cold shoulder whenever she tried talking to me. Hoping that by doing this, it'll tell her that I was upset and wanted her to break things off with Henri.
Instead, I got this....
"Paul, enough is enough!" mom stated at dinner a few days later, "Why are you acting like this?"
I ignored her question.
"Your mother is fucking talking to you, Paul!" Henri stated, "Don't ignore her!"
"Henri, I can handle this," mom said sternly.
"Well he's pissing me off for being a whiny little bitch about things," Henri stated.
"Don't talk about Paul that way," mom snapped at him.
I start to get up from the table.
"I'm going for a walk," I stated coldly.
"Right now? But it's dark out," mom stated, turning her attention back to me, "At least eat something."
"I lost my appetite," I stated.
"But you barely touched anything on your plate," mom said.
"Your point?" I snapped.
I start walking toward the front door. Mom gets up from the table and follows me. She then grabbed my arm as I tried to slip into my shoes.
"Talk to me," mom said softly, "Don't just shut me out like this. Not again. Tell me what's bothering you."
"Don't fucking touch me!" I snarled at her.
I then stormed out of the house and slammed the door shut behind me. I could picture mom standing there after I slammed the front door behind me, with tears in her eyes.
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The evening air felt cool against my face as I walked further from the house. How could mom do this to me? I felt hot tears running down my face. I angrily dash them away and sit down on a bench two streets over. What if I just ran away? Would mom even care?
I decided to take out my phone and call Aunt Emma. She's the only person who I trusted right now, and she also had to know about what happened after she left.
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"I'm sorry you have to go through this again, kiddo," Aunt Emma sighed, "but there's really nothing I could do about this. Your mother is a grown woman, and If she wants to screw up her life once again by fucking some nineteen year old kid, then all the power to her."
"It's like she doesn't care!" I sniffled, "It's always Henri this or Henri that. I stormed out of the house earlier, and she acted like she gave a shit about me."
I then sighed.
"You really shouldn't treat your mom like that, Paul." Aunt Emma stated, "You may think that she doesn't care about you, but she does. Would she have celebrated your eighteenth birthday if she didn't care? Would she have bought you all those nice things if she didn't love you? Provided for you? Made sure you had food on the table and a roof over your head? She loves you. You're just upset with her right now."
I know Aunt Emma had a point. Mom did care about me, even if I'm choosing not to see it.
I begin to hear faint conversation on her end. It sounded muffled. Was she at work at this hour?
"I'm sorry to cut our conversation short," Aunt Emma then said, "but something urgent up, and it's important. I'll call you again later."
I barely uttered the word goodbye before she promptly ended the call.
Well, I guess I'll make my way home now.
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When I returned home, mom was still sitting at the table. She turned her head when I closed the door behind me and took off my shoes.
"Ah, you're back," mom said as she stood up and walked toward me, "how was your walk?"
"I'm going to my room," I said dismissively, "I don't feel like seeing your face right now."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" mom stated as I walked past her. "Tell me what's bothering you! Why are you acting like this?"
She tried to grab my arm again, and I instantly rounded on her.
"WHAT'S THE POINT OF ASKING ME THIS HUH?" I snapped, "HENRI WON! THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE WON! HE'S DATING YOU NOW!"
Mom was too stunned to speak.
"Have you ever once asked me if I was okay with you dating him?" I stated, "Of course you didn't, because my fucking opinion doesn't matter to you."
She slaps my cheek hard enough to leave a faint handprint, then cradles my face in her hands.
"Why do you think I was trying to do?" mom asked softly, "But you've been ignoring me."
I was still reeling from the slap. Mom rarely used physical punishment when we had arguments. My cheek stung.
"Paul, I'm sorry for springing my relationship with Henri on you like that," mom stated, "but I seriously thought you'd be happy for me."
"Henri cares about me," mom continued, "he gives me affection and attention. When was the last time you did any of that? When was the last time you talked heart to heart with me? Told me I was beautiful when I didn't feel like it? Asked me how my day was? When was the last time you gave me a hug? Told me that you loved me?"
Tears began running down her face now. Great, she's using the sympathy card.
"Henri does all of that and more," mom stated, "while all you do is complain and complain about him."
I pushed mom away from me hard and stared at her angrily.
"I complain? I COMPLAIN?!" I shouted, "ALL I EVER TRIED TO FUCKING DO WAS GET YOU TO LISTEN TO ME! TO GET YOU ON MY SIDE! BUT YOUR HEAD IS SO FAR UP HENRI'S ASS TO EVEN CARE ABOUT ME!"
I shook my head.
"MAYBE I WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT WANTING TO RUN AWAY," I continued, "BECAUSE APPARENTLY I AM JUST RUINING YOUR LIFE WITH HIM. I'M THE BAD GUY FOR TRYING TO MAKE MY MOM SEE REASON."
"Oh don't be ridiculous Paul!" mom stated.
"Well wish fucking granted," I stated ignoring her comment, "you want me gone? Fine... you'll never see me again. I'm done trying to persuade you to see the light. I'm done trying to make you see reason. You only seem to care about his needs, well he can fucking keep you. Both Adam and Henri can tag team your ass for all I care."
"You're nothing but a fucking whore!" I shouted as I stormed off to my room.
I could hear her calling after me as I slammed my door in her face. Telling me that she'll end things with Henri if I was truly against her dating him.
I ignored her, of course, and packed my laptop and my ps5 in my suitcase.
I then hid in the crawlspace under my closet. If mom truly meant what she said, then I'm going to test her. Of course I left my phone on my nightstand, because who in their right mind would take it with them?
Hopefully, my plan works.
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The next morning, mom knocked on my bedroom door and asked to talk to me. When I didn't answer, she apologized for her actions. Telling me what a horrible mother she was to me. How she should've listened to me instead of always jumping to assumptions and taking Henri's side.
She then said that she meant what she said, and she planned on breaking off their relationship for my sake.
A few hours later, I could hear raised voices coming from the living room as mom had apparently kept her word. Henri didn't like that and told her that I was playing her for the fool. He then conceded and told her that he'll give her space. Mom appreciated that, and he promptly left.
Mom came back to my bedroom door and told me that she kept her word. She and Henri broke up. She then said she'll try to make things right and take my feelings into consideration from now on.
She then told me that she loved me and went to work.
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The following morning, mom again knocked on my bedroom door and told me that I should get ready for school. When I didn't say anything, she raised her voice and told me to get my ass out of bed. When I still didn't answer, she tried calling me. I could hear her ringtone on my phone going off.
Once all that failed, she then entered my room. I could hear her calling my name and telling me that this isn't funny. When I decided respond back to her again, she began crying. Telling herself that she didn't really think I'd actually run away from home.
I then heard her on her phone calling someone. I assumed that it was the police. But instead it was Aunt Emma. Mom cried into the phone telling her that I ran away and she doesn't know what to do.
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It's been a few days, and mom hasn't left my bedroom. She has been crying into my pillow as Aunt Emma tries to soothe her. Telling mom that everything would be okay and that I'd return home once I made my point. But mom wouldn't hear it, she blamed herself. Telling Aunt Emma that she was a bad mother for not taking my feelings seriously, and this was her punishment.
Aunt Emma then sighed and told mom that she'll keep searching the area.
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Later that night, maybe around elevenish? My bedroom window opened, and I heard someone climbing inside. Mom was sound asleep on my bed. I wanted to see who it was, but the noise from the crawlspace door would alert whoever was in my room with her.
Mom suddenly gasps and sits up in my bed as the person touches her.
It was Henri.
Through mom's raised voice, she told him to leave. That she didn't want to see him anymore.
He told her that he's just there to comfort her in her loneliness. Mom scoffed and stated that she was not having sex with him. Because sex was the furthest thing in her mind right now.
Henri began pandering her. Sweet talking mom into allowing him to make her feel better for just a little while. Mom said no, but it came out muffled as Henri started kissing her.
I soon heard the sound of them both falling backward onto my bed and the sounds of clothes being discarded. He then whispered something to her. Mom said something back before they continued kissing.
A short while later, I began to hear the sounds of them having sex on my bed. The boxspring steadily creaking under them as Henri thrusted his cock inside her. Their moans grew louder, as time ticked on. Both competing in volume as their mutual orgasm reached it's climax and they both came together.
Afterward, he promptly left my room via the window. Mom cried and refused to go back to sleep.
I seriously fucking hate what he's doing to her.
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When mom went to work the following morning, I snuck out of my hiding place and just as I previously did, emptied my bladder of it's contents in the toilet, then grabbed a few snacks from the cupboard. I then returned to the crew in my closet.
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On the third week of me being "gone," I decided that her punishment had gone on long enough and exited the crawlspace with my suitcase when mom was taking her nightly shower in the main bathroom. Of course she had the bathroom door wide open, so I got a glimpse of her naked body in the steamy glass of the shower door. I shook my head free of those thoughts and went to the entry way.
I then opened and closed the front door loudly behind me. Just to let her know someone came in. A few seconds later, I heard the shower turn off and then saw her peek her head from the bathroom doorway.
She blinked a few times, as if making sure I was really there, before running at me in just a towel. Pulling me into a tight hug and crying as she held me. Mom then smacks my face hard. I deserved it.
"Don't you EVER do something like this to me again!" she scolded, "Do I make myself clear?"
I nodded my head.
"Answer me, damnit!" mom stated.
