Son of a Bitch
I heard the car pull into the driveway and then the clip clop of shoes on pavement. Damn! Mother was home. She sat her brief case down next to the front door and walked into the living room.
"Did you do the laundry? I told you to do the laundry!"
"Yes mama, it is in the drier right now."
"Well, get up off your dead ass and mop the kitchen."
"I did that this afternoon. I have to finish my homework."
"Christ! You're the laziest kid I've ever seen."
Mother owned several businesses around town. None of them were big, but when put together they made her a good living. She was a harsh, austere woman who had driven my father out six years ago. Since then I was her personal whipping boy even though I had attained the ripe old age of eighteen.
She shrugged out of her pin striped suit coat. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Her face was hard and her eyes were like two grey steel marbles. She might have been attractive if she had tried, but this way she was just a harsh, ugly, hatchet faced crone.
She picked up her brief case and retired to her office. I kept studying. I knew I had to get good grades so I could get the hell out of that house. I would graduate high school in three more months. I couldn't wait.
When I finished my homework I went upstairs to my bedroom and disrobed. It was shower time. I looked at myself in the full length mirror. At six foot five with muscles made in the gym, I was a pretty striking figure. I had blue eyes and soft brown hair.
Mother had never let me date, so I was a complete stranger to the world of sex and knew nothing much about girls. I could occasionally manage to run off a batch by hand, but I had to be careful. If mama found out, there'd be hell to pay. Of late when she was scolding me or punishing me for some minor offense, I had been getting a strange urge to kick her ass.
She had been giving me absolute hell for the last two weeks. I heard her shrill voice, "Thomas Hargrove, get your ass in here!"
I practically sprinted to her room. "What's wrong mama?"
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. You didn't dust under my bed. Are you trying to make me sick?" She jumped up and slapped my face.
I felt something pop inside me. I drew back my fist and hit her square on the jaw. She collapsed like a sack of rice. I could tell she was out cold. I knew I had really fucked up. There was no recovery from this situation. I picked her up and dragged her onto her bed. I guess I went insane for a while. I took all her clothes off of her. I unwrapped her hair from the tight bun and let it fall over her shoulders.
She was starting to stir so I took two pairs of panty hose and tied her arms to the bedposts. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed.
"I've had enough of your antagonistic, insane treatment. I'm in charge now and you're going to do what I tell you to do."
"Like hell! You turn me loose right now!"
I smiled, leaned over her and slapped her hard across the face. "You need to calm down. You could have a heart attack," I calmly remarked.
She turned a bright red, totally pissed off. "I'm gonna kill you for this you son of a bitch!"
"Yes, I am a son of a bitch. Now the bitch is going to pay. I can't decide what to do to you first," I said with an evil glint in my eyes.
For the first time I saw a look of fear on her face. "Tommy, please let me go. I won't bitch at you anymore, I promise."
