The Unannounced Guest Part 4/5 (281 hits)
Category: Quotes & StoriesRating: 2 on 3 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by DaBaddestHic <jtight.at.usa.com> (View user info) at 2005-06-23 09:40:13 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68943
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68984
Part 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/69050
Michael was feeling a lot better and was about to get up and leave when he heard the door open behind him. "Crap," he whispered to himself before turning around. The girl was standing on the door mat, obviously surprised to see him.
"Um," Michael stumbled while standing up, "I was just leaving. My head hurt and I..." He quit trying to explain himself when the girl turned around and went back inside. A minute later she came back out, a bag of ice in her hand.
"That's a pretty nasty bruise on your head." she told him. "You're probably going to want to put this on it before it gets any worse."
He cautiously approached her and took the bag. "Um, thanks," he said, before turning around and starting to walk down the stairs.
"Wait," she called after him. He turned around and looked at her, wondering what in the world she wanted. "I feel like you at least owe me an explanation," she explained.
Michael asked himself if she was for real. First she had gone into a rage and pounded him in the head with a baseball bat, and now she was bringing him ice and wanting to talk. She hadn't even seemed to care why he was still in the premises. "I thought you wanted me to get the hell out of your house."
"Well, I did. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that I think you were telling the truth. About not wanting to cause any harm, that is. So now I want to know just what happened that compelled you to spend the night in some stranger's apartment."
Michael thought about just saying to hell with it all and going back to his car, but she really didn't seem like she had the intention of hurting him anymore. And she was right at any rate; he really did owe her an explanation. "I guess it started about a month ago when I..."
She interrupted him. "Why don't you come inside so we can talk? Don't want the neighbors wondering why I'm standing out here having a chat with someone at 2:30 in the morning." He hesitated. "Don't worry, it's not a trap." She gestured for him to come inside, and then went into the living room herself. After a few seconds he followed, shutting the door behind him.
She had sat down on the couch, and he planted himself in the love seat. He held the ice up to his forehead before continuing with the story. "Like I was saying, I guess it started when I came back from college, about a month ago. I had planned on getting an apartment on campus for the summer and working up there, but I wasn't going to get paid enough. I decided to just come back home for the summer, to save money, but I think I made the wrong choice. Me, finally having experienced the freedom of living alone, trying to live with a mother who has spent most of her life trying to control me. It just hasn't worked very well at all. I'm constantly out of the house, and she wants me to always tell her where I am. It's like she doesn't realize that I'm not her little boy anymore."
"Well surely you knew this was going to happen."
"Yeah I did, and the dread only got worse as the semester came to an end. I swear that next summer I'm living on campus regardless, but for now I have no choice but to stay at home."
"So, why did you come over here tonight," she asked.
"Well, I got in a huge fight with my mom before I went out this evening. She found some adult sites on my computer..."
"You mean porn," she interrupted.
"Yeah, porn. She found a bunch of porn on the computer and freaked out on me. I called her a psycho bitch, among other things, and she threatened to kick me out of the house if I went out again. Of course, I was going to get out no matter what she said. I had a damn good time hanging with my friends tonight, and wasn't really as mad at mom anymore, but I realized that I didn't think it would be best to go home afterwards. I've never seen her so mad, and I'm not sure what she'd be capable of doing right now."
"All this because you were getting off in front of your computer like every other guy out there?" she questioned.
"Hey," he replied defensively, "I never said that..." She was giving him the ultimate look of 'I know you're lying' and he quit the bullshit. "Ok yeah, she freaked because I'm like every other guy out there. See, she has this thing against pornography, as in she hates it more than anything else in this world. I swear, she'd rather walk in and find a mutilated corpse on my bed than a Playboy."
"So instead of going home and facing your mom you decided to just go sleep somewhere random?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Michael responded.
"Sounds pretty far-fetched to me."
"Not really. Surely you know what it's like to get in big arguments with your parents."
A slight grimace seemed to overtake her face, and it seemed that she was looking past him all of a sudden. "Actually, I don't."
"Oh come on, you mean to tell me that you've never been in a fight with your parents? I'm not completely dumb you know."
"My parents died in a car wreck when I was seven," she stated.
User Reviews
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-06-23 12:20:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-06-23 12:16:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
they are sooo going to bang a gong.
Submitted by spedmonkey (user info) at 2005-06-23 10:39:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The end made me laugh. I'm a bad person I guess.