Kyle: Other MenMature

Okay, so maybe this place isn’t so bad. I mean, they give you whatever the fuck you ask for as long as it isn’t something stupid like a gun or anything. I had to give Mom some credit, as well. She’d actually picked quite a nice place to send her “insane” son.

I sat waiting to hear anything back from Campbell, a fudge sundae slowly melting in front of me as I doodled away in a notepad. I s’pose to anyone else, I would’ve seemed like I belonged. I guess in a way maybe I did. Okay, since when did I get so accepting of this?

I guess it came from not having to worry about every little detail. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t so much a loony bin but more of a mental health retreat. Which sounds just as bad, really. What I mean is it was more like a vacation than being declared insane. At least, I hoped that was her motivation for it. Though, Damien probably needed it more than me. Sure I’d lost my fighting spirit but I could still get over things and get on with life over time.  Damien... Well, I’m not sure about him but he no doubt had it worse off than me.

I jumped with excitement when one of the nurses came to tell me I had a visitor. Anticipation coursed through me til I was greeted by the not so cheerful face of my mother.

“I hear you’re getting transferred to a hospital” she said sourly.

I nodded. “I don’t need to be here”

“Yes you do, Kyle. You’re not well”

“If anyone here’s not well it’s you” I pouted.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she glared.

“You can’t just fuck off and let me be happy, can you?”

“With that Damien? Don’t think I don’t know about the drugs, Kyle”

“I think everyone knows he-”

“Not him. You” she interrupted.

I wasn’t quite sure what to say. Chances were if she knew about the drugs, she knew about me being a whore as well. I’m well aware of the fact that I accepted that I was a whore but that’s not really something you’d enjoy your mom finding out, is it?

“I knew something like that would happen. He’s no good for you, Kyle, and you’re staying here til you realise that”

“I’m well aware of the fact that he’s no good for me, thanks”

“So you’re leaving him?”

I laughed almost hysterically. “Woman, are you thick? I don’t give a fuck if he’s no good for me. I love him and I want him and no matter how much of a bitch you are to either of us, I’m not leaving him”

She clenched her jaw. Bring it, bitch.

“I just want the best for you”

“And he’s the best thing for me right now”

She heaved a sigh. “You don’t seem to understand, Kyle. You might think he’s what you want but think of your future”

I nodded. “I have. And I decided it’s too early to be thinking about it all. But y’know what’d be nice? Marrying him in a few years time, maybe. And maybe adopting some kids after that. I haven’t given it too much thought since, y’know, it’s the future, not right now”

Mom had to fight to keep back the disgusted look on her face. I give her credit, she almost managed it. “I won’t have my son marrying another man”

“Why not?”

“Because I won’t, okay? Now, I’m fed up of all this messing about. End it with Damien and spend some time here. Then you’ll be all ready to come home and find yourself a nice girl”

I laughed again. “For fuck’s sake, Mom, I don’t want to find myself a nice girl. I already have Damien”

“Kyle, I am your mother and you will do what I say” she said sternly, putting on one of those bitchy mom faces, “End it with Damien. Now”

Fuck. You. Bitch.

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you are no son of mine” she said casually.

“Wait, so you’re disowning me over this?”

She nodded. “You’ll be more than welcome back into the family once you get yourself a nice girlfriend, though”

“Whatever. You can disown me all you fucking like, I still have the misfortune of being your son”

She slapped me hard across the cheek. “No son of mine would fuck other men”

“Oh so it’s just the sex you have a problem with? I’m sure we can be quieter if it’s disturbing you”

She glared even more. “You leave him, or you no longer exist to me. Or your father”

I pretended to think about it. This glimmer of hope flashed through her eyes and I had to bite back a laugh. “Yeah... I pick Damien”

The End

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