“It’s not an option here. We eat as a family.”
“Then save me a seat across from you.” Two can play this game. If she wants to keep tabs on me, then I’ll smother her so hard she won’t know what to do. It’s not like I have anything better going on.
She closes the door and I’m left alone in a boring room with bare, white walls and a single window with a view of the backyard. I pop up to inspect my surroundings. A white privacy fence connects the main house with another house. My mother’s colonial is two doors down. From the street, they look like three neighboring homes. From the backyard, they’re all connected. I’d say the fence is at least eight feet high. There’s a covered, in-ground pool behind Summer’s house as well as a whole host of children’s toys. The backyard reminds me of a daycare center, only with better landscaping.
A light rap on my door pulls my attention that way. I don’t get a chance to tell my visitor to come in before the door swings open. It’s Kath.
“Oh, good,” she says. “Found you. Just wanted to tell you goodnight before I head home.” She glances around, tilting her head. “We can spruce up the room, if you’d like. I know you’re only here a few months, but there’s no reason you can’t personalize your space a little. Just, you know, keep things appropriate.”
“No naked women. Got it.”
Her cheeks blush. “What kinds of things do you like?”
It’s odd to be standing across from my flesh-and-blood mother and realize we’re complete strangers.
“Do you like music?” she asks.
Do I like oxygen? “I doubt Mark would allow my kind of music in his home.”
“What do you like, Jense?”
Oh, now we’re on a nickname basis? I vaguely remember her calling me “Jense” as a kid, though I could never tell if those memories were real.
“I like to sketch. Give me some pencils and some sketchpads. I’ll do the rest.”
Her face lights up at the revelation that my hobby is something she can be proud of. Kath’s hand covers her heart. “You used to draw me pictures. I knew even as a small boy that you had talent.”
“Pretty sure you’re supposed to say that.”
She walks toward me and cups my cheek. “Swelling’s going down. You okay with going to school tomorrow? If you’re not ready, I can talk to Mark about waiting a bit longer.”
“I’m ready.”
Anything’s better than sitting in this boring-ass compound all day. No cable. No internet. No music. No transportation. I literally loafed on Kath’s sofa and stared at a wall for four hours today between naps. It’s not healthy for a man to be alone with his thoughts for too long. I may have rubbed one out too, thinking about this girl I used to fuck in Charter Springs. She was a raging bitch with perfect cantaloupe tits, and I was horny and bored.
“You can hardly see the bruising,” she says, squinting. “We can cover it up with a little makeup, if you’d like.”
“No. No makeup.” Juliette tried to do that shit to me once after my father beat me for coming home three minutes past curfew on a Friday night. He claimed he smelled alcohol on my breath. He was right. I’d just rinsed my mouth out with Scope before coming in to hide the menthol cigarette I’d smoked to calm my nerves.
“What do you think of Mark so far?” Kath asks. I straddle the line between giving her the truth and telling her what she wants to hear, but I’m not quite sure she’s the kind of person who ever wants to hear the truth.
I shrug. “Don’t know him yet.”
Her eyes shine. “He’s a good man, Jense. Give him a chance. He loves us, and he means well. Everything he does is for the greater good of our family.”
She calls it “our” family like I’m a part of it. As far as I’m concerned, I’m just biding my time until August comes, and then I’m gone. Goodbye, Kath. Goodbye, Mark. Goodbye, wives one and two. Goodbye, Children of the Corn. Goodbye, suburban compound.
And goodbye, Waverly, with your weird stares and those fuck-me-all-night-long lips.
God, she has the most fuckable mouth I’ve ever seen. I wait until Kath leaves before hitting the lights and shutting the door behind her. I fall back on the bed and unzip my jeans, my cock instantly swelling in my hands at the thought of Waverly’s full lips wrapping around it. I grab at the country blue quilt, imagining I’m grabbing fistfuls of her long, sandy hair as her tongue runs the length of my shaft. Shit, I bet she’s never seen a grown man in his fully-erected form before. I concentrate on my Waverly fantasy, my eyes scrunched and my cock hardening so fast it aches.