Obsessed by Terry Towers

Author:Terry Towers [Towers, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781505466027
Amazon: B00QSHP450
Barnesnoble: B00QSHP450
Goodreads: 23577222
Published: 2014-12-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Trevor Ward – 12 Years Ago

“Your whore mother sucks cock for money,” Robbie Kane said.

“Dirty crack bitch. No wonder you’re such a pathetic loser,” Chris Vaughn added to a round of laughs from the other boys.

“Yeah, my uncle saw the crack whore taking it in the ass behind his restaurant last night,” Sammy Ames informed them.

I cringed. I was trying really hard to be a man and not let the taunts get to me. But it was hard. I hated my mother for putting me in this positon. A fifteen-year-old shouldn’t be haunted by the acts of his parents, but I was. I had no idea who my dad was, neither did my mother, because what the boys were saying was true. She was a crack whore who collected a welfare check and she did suck cock for money.

“Shut up. All of you!” I screamed at the four boys who had me cornered in the boys’ bathroom no doubt intent on shoving my head in the toilet bowl once they were finished making fun of me. And no one would help. The boys doing the teasing were the popular boys at school. School jocks. No one crossed their path and no one would dare challenge them. The taunting had been going on for ten minutes, but in truth it had gone on all school year, another two months and it would finally be summer vacation and I’d have a couple of months being left alone. Thank God – if I made it that long.

They laughed.

“What’s wrong little baby? You can’t handle the truth?” Chris asked, taking a menacing step forward.

I couldn’t move back any further, as it was I was in the corner, literally, trying to hide behind a urinal. “Leave me alone! Why won’t you leave me alone?” I screamed, I was so tired of this. Why did they hate me so much? I wasn’t the whore, it was my mother. I didn’t spend all our money on drugs, it was her. I loved her, but mostly hated her. I tried telling her once how badly I was teased. She laughed and told me to toughen up.

I hated her. But it wasn’t her fault. It was the drugs. But I still hated her. And I hated them. But mostly I hated myself.

“Ahhh, poor kid,” Robbie said and looked at his buddies, “maybe we should let him be.”

A sliver of hope crept into me. Maybe this was the day they’d leave me be. God, please let this be the day. I’d already endured spitballs and having my lunch, which consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on dry bread, stolen from me and tossed into the fountain today.

His buddies nodded their agreement and I could feel the tears spring up into my eyes. I was being granted a pardon.

“Come on.” Robbie stepped aside and made the other three clear a path towards the exit. “You’re free to go.”

The relief was so great that a tear escaped my eyes and I sniffed; I wiped the tear with the back of my hand.

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