Page 81 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“Seriously? In the downstairs bathroom?”

“Like I’m not allowed to rub one out when I’m downstairs?” I snapped. “Is there some law against having a good time in my own home?”

“In public spaces? Yes! Do that shit where no one else has to be party to it!”

“We’re getting there. Keep your panties on.”

I hobbled up the stairs after him, but he got tired of waiting and ran ahead of me. I struggled on the damn steps, cursinghim that he couldn’t even lend me a fucking hand. I was only crippled, after all.

“What am I looking for?”

I chuckled at that. What wasn’t he looking for? “I have a few DVDs that need to be taken care of!” I shouted. The climb was taking forever. I needed a fucking ramp or something so I didn’t have to keep up with this shit.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice echoed through the house, followed by low moans of the last movie I watched. Not that it was a good video. In fact, it was freaky as hell and I immediately shut it off. I just forgot to remove it from the DVD player. I had other things on my mind, like freaking the fuck out that I had somehow picked up a porno that featured some nasty shit. I couldn’t have moved from the bed if I wanted to.

“Why the fuck is she wearing a cowbell? Dude, do not tell me you’re into bestiality!”

I was about halfway up the stairs, but I had to take a break. I was fucking exhausted. “I am not into bestiality!”

“Then why the fuck is he riding her like a horse?”

I heard the front door open and my mom’s voice as she entered. “Patti?”

Panic swept over me and I started to hobble down the stairs to stop her from coming any further. “Oh shit. Hold on, Mom!”

“This is fucking disgusting!” Chase continued. “You actually jack off to this shit?”

“Chase!” I shouted, trying to get him to shut up. In an instant, I changed direction and started hopping up the stairs, but my cast snagged on the wood and I went down hard, groaning as my leg slammed into the edge.

“Patti? Are you okay?”

My mother came into my line of sight just as Chase walked to the top of the stairs, shaking his head at me. He was holding theDVD case, his mouth gaping as I watched in slow motion as he started railing on me for my choice of movie.

“Chase—” I started, but there was no stopping this train wreck.

“Pig sex? Really, Patrick? I can’t believe you watch this shit.”

He tossed the DVD case at me, but I couldn’t grasp it and it slid down the stairs, hitting each one, turning over and over again. My eyes blinked in slow motion as I shouted out.

“No!” It sounded like one of those morphed cries of terror that you heard in the movies when something horrible was about to happen. And something horrible was definitely going down.

I sucked in a ragged breath as it hit the last step, spinning like a top before landing right at my mom’s feet with a deafening clang. Slowly, she bent over and picked it up, gasping when she saw the man on the cover, riding the woman dressed as a cow.

“Patti…” I saw her eyes roll back in her head, but there was nothing I could do about it as she slid sideways against the wall and hit the ground.

Turning, I glared up at Chase. “Thanks. You just killed my mother.”

Grabbing the crutches, I hobbled down the stairs and bent over, patting my mom’s cheek. She was out cold. Chase hurried down the stairs, hoisting my mother up in his arms and carrying her to the couch where she could rest. I kicked the offending DVD out of the way and gimped over to her, checking to see that she was still alive.

“Get her some water,” I demanded.

Sitting on the coffee table, I grabbed her hand and patted it lightly. “Oh, God. I killed my mother. That’s worse than…anything!”

“You didn’t kill her. She’s just shocked,” Chase said, walking over with the glass. “You might have warned me she walked into the house.”

“I tried to, but you were too busy yelling about my porn stash!”

“Well, who watches that shit?” he snapped.

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