Reluctantly, yes.

Reluctantly, you agree for your mother's sake while holding a sliver of hope that their relationship won't make it past this outing. After all, it would suck having to see your best friend hook up with your mother.

"Alright, I understand."

Alisa gasps happily, squeezing Patrick tightly again.

"Well, let's go!" she urges with teenage excitement.

Patrick chuckles at the beautiful mother's liveliness. Before they turn away, he nods to you. "Thanks for being a bro."

"Y-yeah..."

You watch them leave for their date night with a bitter smile and wonder to yourself: Why does my life suck?

Come night time, you can't wait for them to come home. You at least trust that Patrick will bring your mother safely back. Slowly, you fall asleep and dream of your mother for the first time - remembering her hugs, kisses, and the maternal love she exudes.

And then...

You wake up hearing the noise of bed creaking above your room. Along with that comes the faint sounds of breathing and moaning, then some soft whimpers and cries. What is going on? Is someone else here? Are you still dreaming?

As your mind races, you sit upright in your bed and listen carefully. The sound is unmistakable as your ears pick up noises coming from upstairs. You hear your mother's voice, speaking in hushed tones with pleasure and passion. Someone is fucking her and it's...

"You're so beautiful, Alisa."

The voice is unmistakably your friend! Their date must have gone really well tonight. Yet, this is the worst possible scenario to be stuck in.

Your grab your head and dig your fingers into your scalp until it hurts as tears begin to form.

"Oh god...please no-"