Growing up, you knew only three things. One, you are weak, pathetic, unattractive and a loser. Two, you had no social life, no friends at all. Three, your mom lost her virginity to your tormentor.
When you were in middle school, your mom finally told you the truth. You weren't her son. She adopted you as a baby from an orphanage. Even though she said she was sorry for saying that, you knew it was a fatal blow to you.
Your mom lived a very sheltered life. She never had a boyfriend and she never experienced things during her teenage years. She never drank alcohol or did drugs. She never swore either. She also wore conservative clothing even around you. Not that you didn't mind it, it added to her purity and chaste appearance. You liked it.
It was just you and her growing up. She had a full time job working as a Realtor. Selling people houses and helping people look for their dream homes. The best at what she did. Every one in town knew her name: Josephine Vickers.
You lived in a really nice 2 storey house in a great neighborhood. It had three bedrooms and 1 1/2 bathrooms. Your mom had the biggest room of course and had her own bathroom in it. The main bathroom was down the hall from her room. You had the bedroom close to the bathroom. The third bedroom was made into a guest room. In case family decided to stay over or friends too.
Though you never had friends. Since elementary school, you were always bullied and picked on due to your size. You could never stand up for yourself. You always ended up doing whatever you were told. Which made people disgusted with you. You were always excluded from stuff your peers did.
When you entered middle school, it got worse. Guys were beginning to look at your mom and whisper to each other. Every time she would drop you off at school, they'd whistle at her. She'd shake her head and drive to work after saying goodbye to you.
When you finally entered highschool, you wanted to change yourself and tried out for different sports. None fitted your personality. Too slow to play basketball, or join the track team. Football was too brutal for you, same as baseball. Wrestling wasn't your style either. So you stopped trying and just accepted the fact. You are weak, pathetic, unattractive and a loser.
The one guy who kept on making your life hell, kept telling you that. As he slammed you into lockers, pushed you into trash cans, stole your money, poured yogurt in your backpack. Everyone thought it was funny.
That one guy who kept bullying you, his name was David. The guy was everything you were not. That was attractive, popular, muscular, rich. He even had his own car, while you still got dropped off by your mom. He got laid every weekend by different girls in school. He would even brag it in front of you. He also was in the football team. A linebacker.
You're in your final year of high school now. Just turned 18 at the beginning of the school year. That was when your story began.
You wait outside for your mom to come pick you up. Hoping to God, that she gets here before David gets done with practice. You check your cellphone, 2:30pm it read on your screen. You sigh and place it back in your pocket.
Thirty minutes go by and still nothing. Practice gets done at 4pm. You didn't want to be around when David is done with practice.
Ever since he saw your mom pick you up, he's been boasting about how he's going to get into her pants. To meet that, he's been "protecting" you from the other guys at school. Though it's really always him.
Your mom never questioned why you always looked roughed up when she picks you up. It probably was just boys being boys in her eyes. Though if you had a black eye or any type of physical discomfort, she'd quickly want to know why. You'd always lie and say that you feel or it was an accident. Then you'd beat yourself up for lying to her.
Your mom had shoulder length dark brown hair, emerald green eyes, a curvaceous figure. She looked like she was 29, but she was really 39. She was average height (5'4). You on the other hand, had short light brown hair, brown eyes and a chunky figure. You were 5'6 average height for a boy your age.
You checked your phone again, 3:30 it read now.
"Dang it!" you think to yourself, "what's taking mom so long?"
Twenty minutes later, here comes your mom. She pulls up besides the sidewalk and you get in.
"Hey sweetie," she said in her usual sweet voice, "how's school? Anything happen today? I'm sorry if I was late picking you up, Mrs. Anderson was wanting to look at a new house."
"School was okay, as usual." you said as she starts to pull out of the parking lot, "Dissected a frog today in science class, it was disgusting."
Just as she reaches the main gate to the road, here comes David from the football field. He slowly jogs over to your side and leans in.
"Heyya ms.vickers," he said in a monk friendly tone, "how are you today?"
Your mom smiles politely.
"Oh just fine thanks David." she said in her usual sweet voice, " how are you doing today?"
"Oh just fine since I'm talking to you now." he said laughing a little.
Your mom giggles and blushes. Slowly twirling her fingers through her hair.
"Well I'm glad your day is going well." she says smiling.
David places his arm around your neck and acts like he's rough housing you.
"Did he ever tell you that we are friends?" David asks.
Your mom looks at you puzzled and shakes her head.
"No," she answered," he never said you guys were friends."
"Well we're friends. I've been protecting him from a group of guys who are picking on him." David said.
