Not for a week

he same as the one on the gift cards she'd sent every year. He was her youngest son and to think she would want to send a proper le

ears ago, he reminisced that moment,

infatuated with games and preferred it over schoolwork any day, he was living his own life

was way too nervous to open the envelope. What could be waiting for him inside, he wondered, running his fingers through his long thick black hair and groaning irritably. What could his mother want? He did not want to be rude and assume it was something bad but maybe it was bad

t his ribs which felt like a belt was strangling his lungs to a point of hyperventilation. He skimmed and re-s

s. He intended to find out why she chose now to visit him, did she forgive him or had she forgotten? falling out of the enve

how foolish he had been thinking his mother did not understand what he was going through long ago and he has been living with that guilt for many years and

an down n his spin, he stepped on a used condom. Rick hopped awkwardly to the kitchen, being careful not to trap o

e called her, the phone exquisitely sitting on the surface gleaming at him, eyeing it warily as if it were a beast threatening to Devour him who

ated the call or not and now he was becoming paranoid her voice had a slight accent that stretched the e

d teeth, trying to be as polite as possible, surprisingly his voice

her never changed her surname after marrying his father long before he

ick Johnso

is on the phone now". The women whispered loudly, he could even hear his mom's voice. He knew she was expecting this, this was all part of her master plan, his mother was smarter than she looked and hoped he would follow in h

her voice spiked his nerves. she spoke

o force the word

hocked him with her reminder of his nickn

om

s if he said nothing. She just started talking to his father who must have been next to

t in her world, raving on about god k

ung up, leaving him with a wet foot on the cold tiled floor in the kitchen, frus