No, I phone her

Deeming my half-assed attempt as insufficient and not very gentlemanlike, I grabbed my phone, unlocked it and phoned Orihime, the usual ringing resounding inside my head several times until eventually stopping, only increasing my worries.

Why wouldn’t she pick up? Maybe she was already sleeping.

No, why would she? It wasn’t even evening yet.

But she sort of masturbated and maybe even came which could’ve rendered her tired or maybe …..

Argh! Fuck it!

I hurriedly left my room, closing the door behind me, turning the green sign from ‘Enter on demand,’ to ‘Do not enter’ onto its red side.

Spiraling down the stairs, I jumped down onto the bare wood, missing the carpet by several inches, heavily landing on the ground, a dull thud echoing through the house.

Afterwards I clad my feet into the first best crocs that I could find, judging them sufficient enough to cycle to Orihime’s house and check whether everything was alright and my dreads were ungrounded or nothing was alright and my doubts were reasonable.

But the moment my soft skin touched the wood of our house’s main doorknob, the beast appeared from its dormant slumber and unleashed her fury onto me and the world.

“Ichigo! What do you think you're doing?” Sounded the loud and clearly angry voice of my beloved, accursed mother.

Sighing impatiently, a gesture visibly noted and disapproved by her, I glared at the woman who I couldn’t believe birthed me for a second too long, my attempt at discouraging her by remaining silent failing since she responded before me.

“Look outside you stupid boy. It’s pitch dark and your feeble, pathetic … body won’t be able to defend yourself nor anyone else for the matter if you go out now. Instead you should train and become a man, you wimp,” scolded my own mother, me, her only son and from her narration and perspective, a complete, utter disappointment.

I was about to open my mouth in protest when she bashed me with her rod, screaming into my face: “Shut your impudent lips or you won’t be seeing Orihime any time soon! Nor your few, puny friends for the fact!”

Since I realized that explaining my unjustified worries to her would be futile and only enrage her further, I receded and went back up to my room, clearly dejected and disheartened, broken and sullen at the non-existent trust and confidence my mother spared me.

But upon turning around the corner, I saw a horrific sight.

My door stood wide open, the sign still left on the red side, but upon entering my estranged chamber and glanced at my bed where the box with the gallons of fakecum stood, I realized something terrible.

One whole jar was missing.