Your Mother Comes Home

You walk out of their bedroom and down the stairs. You put on a pair of sandals and make your way outside. Looking back up the stairs, you can only pray that your father doesn’t come downstairs.

Opening the door, you see your mother. She smiles and gives you a big hug. “I missed you so much,” she squeals in excitement. “I missed you too, mom,” you say. You stay in the warm embrace for a moment, until your mother sees someone walk downstairs. “And who is this beautiful girl? Is she your girlfriend? How come you never told me about her?” she asks as she breaks the hug. What was she talking about? Oh god no, you think to yourself. You turn around and see your bimbo father, standing innocently and waving a hand at her.

“Why don’t you and your girlfriend here come and help me with my bags?” your mother asks, motioning for the both of you to come outside. The bimbo skips past you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before she walks outside. You reluctantly walk outside and to your mother’s car.

You grab the suitcase and wheel it inside. The air-headed bimbo drops one of the bags. “Let me help you with that, dear,” you hear her say, as she walks over to the girl that was originally her husband. “Your blouse is so cute! I actually have the same one.” _Oh god. Just finish this quickly. _You walk over and pick up the bag on the ground, looking away from the women in front of you.

After what feels like an eternity, all of the remaining bags are finally inside the house and in her room. You walk downstairs and see your mother and your bimbo father talking. Suddenly, they both see you. “Oh hi, honey. I was just talking to your beautiful girlfriend here. Have you seen your father? He hasn’t returned any of my texts or calls,” she says.

Fuck. I’m screwed.