Mama's Boy

"Can you please stop?" Ron was hunched up on the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees, and his body trembled as he rocked back and forth on the hard wood. "Can you please just stop it T? I can't take it anymore?"

Ron saw. Tessa's eyes lit up with rage.

"You can't take it? Are you fucking kidding me?" Ron was stunned when Tessa roared at him. "Look what you did to my fucking face! I have to go home soon! I have school in the morning!"

"This is your fault!" Ron slammed his fist and feet on the floor. His red face softened to a bright pink, and he pursed his thin lips like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "You won't let me be myself!" He beat his fist against the floor with every word.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ron flinched when Tessa threw her arms out. “Please, Ron. Please, I just wanna go home.” He blocked the apartment door.

“No. I want you to stay with me.” Ron inched over to Tessa on his knees and wrapped his arms around her legs. “No.” he said sharply with an infantile inflection in his voice. “No, I want you to stay.” Ron buried his face in the space between her legs. He heard Tessa sigh and felt the blood pump through her legs.

“Look, I can stay for another half hour but after that, I have to go. My dad will call the cops.” Ron looked at Tessa. He examined the welt he gave her just ten minutes earlier just below her left eye. He noticed her round button nose was dislocated and stared at the dried blood ring around her nostril.

“Okay. I can work with that.” Ron wiped his nose on Tessa’s black leggings and used hips as anchors to pull himself to his feet. “Let’s cuddle up on the couch before you have to go.” He grabbed Tessa by the arm and ked her to the living room. Ron plopped onto the couch, dragging her down with him. He wrapped his arm around her and got a tight grip on her hand. “See. Isn’t this nice?” Ron whispered quietly, his lips almost touching her ear.

“Mhm.” Ron felt Tessa shrink beneath his broad frame. He towered over her delicate teenage body. He was at least ten inches taller than her and had the muscles of a high school linebacker. “Very nice.” The hair on the back of his neck stood on end when he felt her body shudder. Ron creeped up close to her hair and sniffed.

“Ah. Love Spell. My favorite.” Ron let go of her hand but grabbed a fist full of her hair and slammed her onto the floor face first. He felt his hardware throbbing and licked his lips as he pushed her harder and slipped his basketball shorts down.

“What are you doing?” Ron pulled her hair harder the more she cried. “Get the fuck off me!” He turned her around to face him and smacked her across the face.

“Scream louder.” Ron teased her. “It really does it for me.” He smiled and pulled down her leggings with a single tug and forced his penis inside her. He finished quickly when he realized Tessa was unconscious. “Oops” Ron chuckled like a schoolboy. “My bad. I’m sure she’ll wake up soon.” He joked aloud to himself as he got off the floor and pulled up his shorts. He looked down at Tess’s limp figure, smiled, and kicked her foot.

“Hey. I’ll be in the bath if you need me.” Ron chuckled and made his way to the bathroom looking back every few steps to make sure Tess was still there. By the time he made it to the bathtub and had stripped down, he had convinced himself Tess would be knocked out for hours.

Ron sunk into the steaming bubbly water with a prolonged, heavy sigh as if a great weight had been lifted off him. “Aaaah. I deserve this.” He told himself as he lingered in the bubbles. Every minute or two he popped his head above the tub to peak out the door once again making sure Tessa had not moved. He noticed the pool of blood had tripled in size.

“Yikes. I hope she’s alive.” Ron scoffed as he scratched his head. “I’ll give her a few more minutes to rest before I get her up.” He said as he wrapped himself in a towel and made his way to his bedroom. Ron sat down at his mother’s vintage makeup vanity and was met by an icy blue gaze.

“What are you doing in my chair boy?” Ron winced when he heard the cackle of his mother's voice.

“I just wanna be like you mommy.” He trembled and looked down at the floor. Ron thought about Tessa and popped his head out of the bedroom door frame to check on her. “Oh shit, I think I killed her.”

“Good! At least it’ll be one manly thing you’ve accomplished.” Ron avoided direct eye contact in the mirror.

“What do you want from me mommy? Ron bawled. “What can I do to help you love me?”

“You’re a boy! Act like one!” Ron cried silently as his mother verbally assaulted him in her raspy death-like voice. “Man up sissy boy!” Her words cut like a knife. “I knew I shoulda aborted ya! You fuckin pansy little bitch boy.”

“I don’t wanna!” Ron stomped his foot and opened the makeup box sitting on top of the vanity. He smeared red lipstick across his mouth and dusted a watery blue eyeshadow on his eyelids. “I wanna be like you mommy! Why won’t you let me?”

“It’s wrong!” Ron heard his mother hiss. “You’re gonna burn in hell!”

“Well.” Ron responded in a high-pitched voice with a sassy southern drawl. “That’s alright mama, at least I’ll be burnin with you and daddy.” He fixed a brown Shirley temple wig onto his head and blew a kiss at the image in the mirror. “I enjoy our talks mama and I know, one day you’ll see me.”