Prologue
"Make sure to set your Christmas list out tonight!" My aunt's shrill voice rang out from the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes and slid the headset back over my ear. Dropping out of college after my parents passed was one of the worst ideas I could've had. Almost three years had gone by, I would've been out in the world by now. Instead I'm stuck with my father's much older sister, an old fashioned kind of woman who grows more senile by the day.
Her frail knuckles wrapped sharply against my door frame, she had a handyman take my door off the hinges while I was at my shitty retail job. She didn't believe a 'child' should have privacy, I was about to be 23.
"Sawyer! Where's your list? Why aren't you listening to me?! How will Santa know what to bring?" She shrieked stamping her feet.
I had a long day of dealing with frantic Christmas shoppers, I couldn't help but snap, "actually shut the fuck up and get away from me!" I shouted, ripping my headset off.
She quite literally gasped, hand over her mouth and everything, she stepped forward and snatched my ear. "Sawyer! Do not. DO NOT speak to your elders that way!"
The twinge of pain in my ear brought an involuntary tear to my eye, I could shove her, hell even take a swing at her, but I just stood there, fists clenched at my side.
She released my ear and now gripped my chin, "look at you, crying, fucking pussy, just like your dad. Make your fucking list and put it in your shoes." She whispered. She was having more and more of these rageful moments, not like she was ever nice to begin with, I always felt like I was a burden to her.
She pushed my chin away from her and stormed out of the room. I glanced at my tv and shut off. I sat and stared at my reflection in the tv, tears welling in my eyes. After a moment I pulled out a piece of paper. I twiddled the pen between my fingers for a bit. A chuckle rose from my belly as I began to write
Suck my dick and eat my ass
I rolled it up and shuffled downstairs to put the list in my shoes.
Chapter 1
I rubbed my red eyes, I had waited for my aunt to go to sleep before getting back up to game. She still clung to the idea that Santa wouldn't come if I was still up. I flopped down in my bed, quickly drifting off to sleep.