I became a teenage monster

Harry woke up with a start, he quickly sat up on his bed, sheets thrown to the side. His ears twitched as he heard the telltale signs, loud shouts, doors slamming and the sounds of impacts. The room he slept in was soundproofed but it was never enough. He could still hear, it was never clear enough to really make out what was happening but he could still hear IT!!!.

He sat there in the darkness contemplating what to do. Fists clenched tight holding his soft sheets, part of him wanted to fight, wanted to open his door and go out swinging, to be the shield that protected her, to be her knight in shining armour.

Unfortunately he wasn't stupid, he grabbed his blankets and swung them over his head making sure they completely covered him and curled up in just the right way, the way that made him feel safest, the way that made feel cut off from the rest of the world.

He dreaded tomorrow, when he would see the evidence of his cowardice…

To distract himself he imagined all the different ways he would do it if he was actually strong, if he was a true man. And he was immediately transported to a different world and immersed in his fantasy, enjoying it until he slept once more.

A gentle knocking woke him up with a start, “Hey champ, you up?”. A sharp pang of anxiety pierced his heart, but he pushed it down and grumbled, “Come in dad!”.

The door was pushed open and his father strode in, bowing his head a little as he entered. As he stood there grinning at his son, his shiny white teeth sparkling and his hand rubbing the back of his blonde head, “Hope I didn't wake you there, a growing boy needs his sleep”. Harry took a moment to orient himself and his first thought was, “damn still can't believe this dude is this massive”. And he was, standing at about 6’5” inches and well muscled too, he really had a presence that could fill a room.

Shaking his head and pulling his blanket closer to himself. To comfort himself, creating a barrier between himself and a perceived threat, “No dad, what's up?”

“I'm going to be out for a week or so, I'm taking a work trip out of town, so I need you to do the usual” he smirked and looked at Harry waiting for a response.

Harry sighed and responded, “As the man of the house I am responsible for this domain doing tasks such as lifting heavy stuff and defeating evildoers”. He recited the words his dad had drilled into him from a young age.

Jack chuckled happily obviously pleased with himself and his antics almost doubled over with laughter holding his sides, “Hehehehhehhehehehhehehehehheheheheheehheheheeheh”. He eventually quieted down using a finger to wipe away the tears of joy that had formed at the corner of his eyes.

The room suddenly became quiet as the laughter stopped abruptly. Jack straightened up, his face an emotionless page, “You forgot the most important part son” His cold eyes locked onto harry’s his gaze felt like it could pierce into his soul

He quickly opened his mouth obediently stuttered out his words, “Make sure to take care of mother she's a weakling that knows nothing and is best dealt with a firm hand for her own good and my own”

Harry watched his father's face closely, a neutral expression made it seem like it carved out stone. But it slowly softened and his heart relaxed.

A bright smile appeared on Jack's face and he pushed himself off the wall, walked over to his son and patted his head softly, “I'll be away son and things might be tough but just know I'm proud of you”. Just shivered inside in revulsion and disgust, at the touch of such a abusive creature and deep down knowing that deep down his dad really ….. …

Sighing he rolled over to his side grabbing his phone from the cord it was charging from and pulled his blanket over himself and curled up under its comforting weight. He then switched on his phone and opened up a few apps cycling and scrolling in them, allowing the digital carnival to push his thoughts away and surrendering to the therapeutic mass of media. He continued like this for a few hours, switching on his phone, clicking it off and trying and failing to sleep, before once again going back to using it. Even as his stomach growled in hunger it was preferable to going outside and seeing what had happened to her.

This was Harry's way of living “The way of coward” as he had self coined. He was chuckling inwardly at his thoughts when a gentle knock and an almost inaudible voice came from the other side of the door, “Hey Harry, I left food out for you okay?”

There was a pause

“Oh and good morning, hope you slept well”

He didn't hear her footsteps as she left, you could never hear her slippers shuffle about. Probably learnt to be as silent and to be as small as possible. So she could avoid …………..

He shook his head and jumped up from bed, he couldn't stay here forever and he might as well eat something. Grabbing his pyjama pants from the floor he put them on as well as a loose t-shirt and went out of his room. Walking through the upstairs hallway and down the stairs he could already smell the peachy smell of her favourite soap.

She was currently doing the cleaning.

Stepping down he saw his mother hunched over, moving the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner over their fuzzy carpet. Exchanging quick greetings with each other awkwardly, he stepped over to the open top kitchen and saw a plate. Uncovering it and taking a bite of the omelette he felt the warm eggs melting in his mouth and the soft crunch of veggies as he chewed “mpfh… still warm”.

Grabbing a few slices of bread and cheese he went over to sit down over the next door room, which was the dining table and started to attack the meal in earnest. 5 minutes later and six slices of bread and 3 of cheese later he finally slowed down and used a fork to slowly savour the final bits of his omelette.

His gaze slid over to his mother, his family had quite the variety of body shapes. Unlike his massively built father or her tall but lanky son, she was built much smaller, Harry was sure she couldn't be more than five feet tall. And she was very curvy with a generous bosom and plentiful ass. She enjoyed both cooking and eating food. With some extra fat on her face and other parts it was obvious. Harry didn't mind though he thought that this made her look quite unique and adorable and honestly they often jiggled and bounced in a very allu…

What was he thinking about!?!. He quickly shook his head and instead of focusing on her body he forced his eyes to glance at what she was doing. Trying to lift the vacuum cleaner off the carpet and put it away, Harriet was having a bit of a struggle. Normally she would be able to do so with the relatively light weight of the appliance but alas today when she put any weight on her right arm she winced in pain.

Dropping the fork onto his plate and pushing his chair back, this sudden movement caused her to lift her head up and look at him. He noticed her eyes slightly widen. He approached her slowly, noticing she was a bit tense, “Hey mom lemme help you out there”, he said, raising his arms to take it.

As his arms raised she flinched and moved back, “No I-its f-fine I got it!”, she trembled out a reply.

He sighed and got a bit frustrated, “Come on mom it's obvious you're hurt just let me carry it for you” he beckoned her closer.

“It's alright, I'm just a little sore, I can handle it” she said as she tried once more to lift it with her right hand she forcefully tried lifting it gritting her teeth and her arm trembled when she did that.

“Mom!!! Stop!! You'll make it worse, just!” He now shouted and grabbed it, lifting it up

but she still refused to let go, “What's wrong with you?!? I'm okay Harry!!! Just let me do it!!”

She shook the machine now, her plump face now red with agitation and her cleaning attire which was a comfy bathrobe was getting undone with her shaking and she started hitting his arm arm with her other hand, granted it didn't hurt but it was terribly annoying.

He didn't understand why she was being so difficult, just wanted to help but she was still holding tightly. He pulled back on it and gently pushed back on her attacking hand.

He heard a soft impact on the carpet, she yelped a bit as she fell onto the carpet.

He closed his eyes shut tight, “Oh fuck!!!!, he was just like his father he hurt her!!!!!!!!!, he was evil!!!, he was sick!!!!”.

He felt the hot tears flow down his cheeks but he couldn't stop them, the vacuum cleaner fell from his grip tumbling away as he started to cry in earnest now, “Oh fuck mom, I'm sorry!! I ruined your vacuum cleaner too, I'm fucking worthless!!!, oh shit on fuck I'm just like dad!” He fell to his knees not even having the strength to stand and gripped his hair tight.

Until he felt it. The most wonderful sensation he had experienced in his life. His mother was close, so close he could even smell her. Peach, vanilla and a hint of something else he could never pinpoint. She was hugging him, her soft arms around his neck, his cheek against hers, she was straddling him the only way such a small woman like her could hug him this allowed him to feel her soft thighs against his waist. He had never felt safer and more relaxed. He felt a pinch against his back, “owww…”

“Don't ever say stupid shit like that again you'll never be like him ever!!, okay?” She pulled back to look at him in the eyes, they were red from crying. He probably looked the same but she looked so beautiful. He was getting lost in her eyes. Those round brown eyes that reminded him of a

[squirrel.

At](http://squirrel.At) least until he felt another pinch, “mooom!”

“You didn't answer me, okay?”

“Yes mom”

She went back to the hug her face against his neck and she took a sniff, “You stink, do you even take a bath these days?”

“Mom!”

“Well it doesn't matter, I'm tired and you would make a good pillow for me” she said, laying her head against his chest and squirming around to get comfortable. He doesn't know if she remembered they were still on the carpet but it didn't matter to him. No way he was moving from this so he laid down, grabbed a few cushions from the couch that he could reach and for the first time in a long while actually managed to sleep peacefully.

I woke up to the smell of food wafting into my nose, and I smiled still half asleep. I thought about how things turned out and I realized that maybe things weren't as bad as I thought. For so many years now I had already given up, I thought mom had hated me for being a coward. Was it all in my head?

Well either way I had this week while dad was gone to figure things out. I had never really tried to figure out solutions. With a burst of energy I opened my eyes and jumped up. Looking around it seemed Mom had left me sleeping on the couch and went back to work.

I shrugged and followed my nose to where that tantalizing aroma came from. Stepping through the doorway, I saw my mom bent over the oven, her head stuck inside. She was still wearing her loose bathrobe and wasn't very unusual, but a rare sight I never got to enjoy was laid before me. From that position one could see her curvy behind and the way it curled around the fuzzy robe hugging it tightly. I thanked whatever god was listening, it was only for a few seconds and she straightened up.

She placed the baking tray down on the counter and removed her gloves. As she turned around she paused and looked at me strangely. “What are you doing just standing there, Harry?”

Fuck, I needed to think of something quick. “I- ummm…, I regret not… coming out here in the past”

“I never got to eat your -erm cooking fresh and hot!”. What a wonderful save, from yours truly.

She giggled, using her small hand to cover her mouth in amusement. “Oh shut up, please grab the dishes and cutlery and take them to the table if you want to thank me”

I hastily saluted, “Yes ma’am”

We then sat down and started to eat. In my excitement I bit down too fast on the piping hot casserole and had to quickly drink some water to cool down. Mom laughed louder than I remember her doing in a long time.

“Ohhh you…, I forgot how much of klutz you can be”

“Heh, I also forgot how much fun hanging out with you is…” I lowered my head, oh man I really had forgotten. How many things did I neglect while I was in my room?

I felt something warm quickly tap my forehead, I looked up to see a pea rolling down the table. The gall of this woman!

“Teehee, don't think too much about that right now. Focus on the moment”

She clapped her hands, “Speaking of, did you see Mrs Petunia's new speckled roses? They are absolutely divine!”

“It's too bad that skank refuses to even let me have a single cutting!, and to imagine all of mine she's taken over the years… and also…”

Yep, just like I remember her, I was going to change but even I couldn't bear to listen to her for too long. I just nodded my head and enjoyed the facial expressions she would make when gossiping about different things.

The meal quickly finished, and I grabbed my plate and was about to wash it. She tutted and took it from my hand, “You've been a darling you can go do your things as long as you promise to hang out again”

I smiled, I swear it. I wasn't going back to being the same person.

“Of course mom, as long as you cook like that every time” She smiled and waved me off.

I wanted to hug her but these things take time and who knows what happened back there on the carpet. That was something that would have to be worked out over time.

I ran off back to my room but I heard her call to me

“Oh by the way Harry, can you call back your friend?, he's been calling you for a while now…”