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The house is quiet. Hopefully, my prick father is out riding with his club.

“John. Oh god, John! Give it to me harder.”

Squinting in the dark, I wish I could go blind. My old man’s ass is as white as the moon as he pumps into my aunt, Dee. She’s sitting on the kitchen counter with her heels digging into his back.

“You both, friggin’ disgust me.”

They don’t stop; both of them are caught up in some sick game. Making my way past them, I almost trip on the empty bottle of drugstore vodka lying empty on the hall floor.

Finally, in the solace of my room, I crash onto my bed and raise an arm over my head.

I fucking hate it here.

Today’s my eighteenth birthday. Instead of coming home to cake and balloons—I came home to that shit.

Grabbing my pillow, I hold it over my head, trying to drown out their moans. They’re getting louder, at least they are taking it to the bedroom.

“Oh, fuck this,” I mutter when the headboard on the other side of the wall starts slamming so hard, my bed shakes.

My old man’s fucking huge, but so am I and I have youth and sobriety on my side. Maybe I’ll give myself the birthday present of knocking his drunk-ass out.

Jumping off my bed, my hands reach for the doorknob, yanking so hard I’m surprised I didn’t rip the damn thing off. I’m about to tear ass into my father’s room, not caring he’s screwing my aunt while she’s squealing like a pig. But I stop short at the intruder watching them from hall.

A breathtaking brunette stares at them naked and writhing on the bed like snakes. She clutches her sides like he just ripped her heart out.

“John!” she screams, over their grunts and pants.

“What the fuck, are you doin’ here Layla?”

“I-I thought… ”

“Jesus, you thought what? That I loved you? That you had the only warm pussy in town, I’m sticking my dick in?”

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter.

“Get the fuck out boy. This is nothin’ to do with you.”

His bloodshot eyes meet mine behind her.

“No. You get the fuck out. It’s because of you and that skank-ass-bitch, that Ma’s gone.”

“You’ve got some damn nerve, speaking to me like this.”

“FUCK. YOU.”

His face turns red, finally climbing off my aunt; he lunges at me only to get caught in his pants that are twisted around his ankles.

“You’re nothing but a drunk-fuck, high on your own power. I’m done. You’ll never see me again.”

He tries to stand with his fist cocked. I save him the trouble, cold-cocking him with one right-hook.”

Dee jumps off the bed screaming with her tits bouncing around.

“Whatever. I’m getting the fuck out of here. Thanks for ruining my birthday Dee, just like you ruin everything.” Shaking my head, I pass the beautiful stranger, “He’s not worth it,” before turning to my aunt one last time. “You’re pathetic Dee, just like him.”

Her mascara runs down her cheeks as she cradles my old man’s head against her breasts. Giving them all my back, my gut churns because I always knew this day was coming. I just never pictured that it would be today.

My hands shake as I stuff my duffel bag. I’m not scared of anyone but striking out on my own with nothing but my bike and a bag of clothes seems stupid. But I can’t take back my vow. My old man will piss on me every day if I do.

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