Yes, they do

Over the next few days she helped him pack with both hands and a stupid smile. He told her her parents had left everything to them and gone south, that they’d visit once some trouble blew over. If she ever asked where they really went, he already had the story ready. Loan sharks. An accident. Whatever he needed.

They sold the house. Cashed the savings. Left.

He didn’t need the phone anymore. She was locked in. Young. In love. His wife.

The new town was small and quiet. He used the money to set them up in a place that didn’t look anything like the house she’d ruled. She decorated it like a girl playing house, then dragged him to bed in the middle of hanging curtains because she’d “missed him for an hour.”

That became the shape of life.

Mornings she woke him with her mouth, still a little shy about how much she liked the taste. Afternoons she wandered around the kitchen in one of his shirts and nothing else, and if he bent her over the counter she just braced her hands and asked him not to stop. Nights she wanted to be held after, talking about their future in that soft, twenty-year-old voice while his cum leaked out of her.

Years went by. She never questioned it. Never looked at him and saw her son. In her head she was living the life she was supposed to have, engaged, then married, to the man she loved, getting bred whenever he wanted her.

Liam watched her smile across the table some evenings and felt the satisfaction sit deep and complete. This was what she’d always claimed she wanted for him. A good life. Someone proud of him. Someone who looked at him like he mattered.

He’d just taken it out of her.

He never touched the phone again. Boxed it, duct-taped it, shoved it in the attic to rot. One mistake would burn the whole thing down, and he wasn’t risking the life he’d built on her ruined mind.

It was twisted. He knew that. He also knew he was done being under anyone’s thumb.

She squeezed his hand at dinner, ring catching the light and asked if they should try for a baby this year.

Liam wasn’t sure if she would even be able to conceive but he knew he couldn’t tell her that.

“Yeah,” Liam said as he smiled at her. “We should.”

Liam’s journey had been dark, filled with things and schemes he could never tell anyone about. But in the end, he had found a way to twist his mother’s strictness into something that suited him perfectly.

And for now, that was enough.

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