THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 13 (Scott's PoV)

Scott’s PoV:

“Scott? What are you doing in my study? And god, why did you let your pathetic little cock out?”

“Mommy?” Her loud voice broke my daze and caught me off guard. I had yet to register what she had said.

Mom was standing in the doorway, looking at me with a shocked expression which then quickly turned into frustrated anger a moment later.

"What are you doing at my computer? Are you watching porn on my PC?" She asked me one more time after she noticed that her PC was on.

Watching porn? What did she mean by it? It was then I realized that my pants and briefs were already at my ankles, and my little cock was out in the open, and twitching

"No…I... I..." I was too taken aback and confused to answer.

How can this happen? Something is wrong here; why can't I remember what I do? And why has Mom already come home at this time? Isn't this too early for her to be home? There were a lot of questions that quickly surfaced in my mind.

My sight accidentally fell on the clock on the wall beside the doorway. The clock's hand pointed at 7 and 12.

How the fuck is it already 7 in the evening? What have I been doing?

I then quickly looked back at my mom’s PC monitor. The monitor still played a video of Darel directing a middle-aged woman who had a similar body build to my mom in her workout routine. He's indicating key points of the workout using her body as an example as she quietly goes through it with a passive expression. Darel professionally guided her and avoided touching the part he should not have touched.

"Scott Robinson, I need an explanation!" Mom yelled at the top of her lungs.

My attention snapped back to her. Her face was filled with disappointment, frustration, and rage.

She moved toward me. The closer she was to me, the more I felt frightened and guilty.

She stopped right before me. She looked at her computer screen, then turned her attention to me briefly before she glanced back to the screen to check again, and finally fully focused on me. A look of hurt appeared on her face at the clear violation of her privacy by me.

Then her eyes wandered down to my lap and her eyes widened amidst her rage.

I followed her gaze down and I finally noticed it. My twitching cock was dripping cum like a leaking faucet, my cum had stained her chair.

I tried to control my cock, but instead of stopping it, my cock sprayed cum into my mom’s skirt. I felt so embarrassed over my pathetic show and wished I could just hide myself in a cave.

She was stunned when my cum landed on her skirt. Anna was confused and unsure what to make of what her son was doing. But it only lasted a moment before her rage resurfaced once again.

“Scott? Are you reading my private email? and how pathetic can you be that you jerk on with a video of someone working out? For god sake, Scott, the video is a normal workout video and not even sexualized. Now, you made me feel scared to work out at home because I had a creep as my son."

“I-it’s not my fault… it’s D-Darel’s fault! Darel has put a subliminal in the video, and why are you emailing him in the first place?” I stuttered but I managed to articulate my thoughts. I suspected that the video was tinkered with subliminal as David theorized. It would explain how I was suddenly unaware of time until my mom entered the room and broke the video hold over me.

After realizing his malicious deed, it was a natural course for me to blame Darel again. But of course, it would not be easy to convince my mom just by saying that Darel tampered the video with subliminal. In her ear, what I said was just another pathetic attempt to defame Darel and avoid responsibilities. Additionally, if she had watched the video, she might already be under Darel’s control too.

“So, you don’t want me to email him?” She asked.

I nodded my head in response. It would be best if she stopped contacting Darel.

She let out a tired sigh. Her eyes looked at me with icy, cold gazes that she had never given me before. It was as if she was looking at an enemy instead of her son. She took out a deep breath and then yelled at me, “Who do you think you are to forbid me from emailing Darel!? I’m free to talk to anyone. Darel is a professional, and more than that, he is a good guy. I go to his gym, and he is my personal trainer. it is normal for him to contact me, especially because I request it. I don’t care about your history with Caleb. Not everything is about you. Don’t be so narcissistic and self-centered! So, I don’t want you to say such nonsense like I shouldn’t stay in contact with Darel.”

“Mom, please snap out of this and calm down! You are changed after meeting with Darel and Natasha! Don’t you ever suspect why are you easily angry in a bad mood lately upon my slightest presence? You were a calm and collected person before! Darel had done something to you!”

“Whether Darel's mind controlled me like you said or not, it didn’t give you the right to sneak into my study and read my emails without my permission. I thought I raised you better than this?” She rebuked my argument and admonished me.

What she said was right, regardless of whether Darel's mind controlled her or not. It didn’t give me the right to sneak into her study and read her emails without her permission.

“I’m sorry, mommy.”

“Yes, you should be sorry, you little dicklet. Not only did you intrude into my study room and reading my email without my permission, but you do worse than that, you were touching yourself in here and staining my chair with your nasty cum like a perverted freak? What in god's name made you think you could come in here and do that you little shit?” Her voice was shrill and devoid of her usual gentleness. I heard her in my entire life, but this was the first time it sounded so alien to me.

The shock that her anger caused is apparent to me, I struggled to form words to answer her, all I managed to do was open my mouth a little but no words came out. I could only avoid her gaze in shame.

She brought her hand across my cheek, sandwiching my face with her palm. She tilted my head up so my eyes met her icy blue gaze once again. “ANSWER ME GODDAMNIT! CAN YOU BE A REAL MAN FOR ONCE?”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” I could only let the word sorry escape my lips once again. “I was worried about you because... he... he's evil...he’s Caleb’s brother.”

“Didn’t I say before that Darel is different than his brother? Darel is a good man, if you think Darel isn’t different than Caleb, you might misunderstand Caleb, maybe Caleb wasn’t as bad as you thought, but because he was a little handsy with you, you could only see his bad side. Anyway, You need to get over this obsession with Caleb. What happened to you is nothing. Maybe you should even learn something from how Caleb abused you to make you a little bit of a real man. Do you understand what I am saying, Scott? Or do you need me to give me some physical encouragement again?”

The physical encouragement she said was just another word synonymous with ‘beating me if I disagreed with her’. I was reminded of how she slapped me several times this morning.

“No, Mom, I understand.”

“I think I need to test you about it, maybe you just telling me a lie, so, what do you understand?”

“Darel is a good man, he is different than Caleb,” I answered.

“Just that? I think I said more than that, maybe you just do not understand yet, and I need to teach you a lesson for it.”

I shook my head, my body shivered from her silent threat. My lips quivered, continuing the words I didn’t want to say, “If I think Darel isn’t different than his brother. It might mean that I misunderstand Caleb, Darel is a good guy, so his brother should not be far different than him, maybe Caleb isn’t as bad as I thought, but because he was picking on me, I have my bias and can only see his bad side.”

My previous conviction that Darel was doing some nefarious deed began to shake as I gaslighted myself to believe that Darel was a good guy. I found it harder to think negative thoughts about Darel, worse, it was not only Darel but also Caleb.

“I think there is still more you need to say,” said my mom.

“I need to get over my obsession with Caleb. What happened to me is nothing. Maybe, I can learn something from how Caleb abused me to make me a little bit of a real man.”

My mom gave me a nod of approval, and her expression softened a little. I could even see her frown curled a little upward like a smile, as if she found enjoyment after making me gaslight myself.

“I hope you keep these words in your mind and not just in your mouth. I don’t want to hear your mouth say that Darel is bad or Caleb is bad ever again. You understand?”

I nodded as I gaslighted myself that the trauma Caleb had done to me for years was just me overreacting. But deep in my psyche, I couldn’t and was unwilling, I remembered all the fucked up shit that Caleb made me do or did to me, I still could remember all the nightmares I had that had Caleb in it. That thing surely wasn’t just in my head, it was real and it was not nothing.

My unwillingness seemed to spill to the surface, and Mom caught a hint of it as the little smile she had turned into a frown once again.

“Feeling hard to accept it, huh? Well, whether you are happy to admit it or not, it was the truth. What Caleb has done to you is nothing if you man up a bit. You can only blame yourself for being a little weak brat,” Mom was blatantly insulting me.

In my mind, my mom had never been anything other than an absolute paragon of compassion and a bastion that would protect me from harm, and now that bastion, instead of protecting me, chose to protect my enemies. I was losing all my pillars of mental support and broke down into uncontrollable sobs.

Yet, my sob didn’t trigger any reaction on her, she looked at me with her cold, merciless gaze.

“Stop crying!” She barked.

Tears were still dripping down my cheek even as I tried my best to stop crying.

“Fine, I’ll let you go for now! Go back to your room! We'll discuss this tomorrow!” Mom said.

I pulled my pants up and ran from her study without looking back. I fled back into my room as fast as I could. I slammed the door shut and locked the door. I stepped back slowly. My eye never left the door, as if I expected that a few moments later, my mom would barge into my room. I didn’t know why I thought that mom was just playing with me and would not really let me go. She gave me a false hope, which she then crushed at the last second. Just like how Caleb did it. Caleb did that to me several times, and I suspected that my mom would do the same.

But after several minutes passed, I didn’t hear my mom’s voice. It seemed like she really let me go tonight.

I collapsed onto my bed. I couldn’t even feel relieved as tears began to drop from my eyes again. In shame, I buried my face in the pillow to stifle my sobs.

I couldn’t recall exactly when I cried myself to sleep, but amid my sadness, it seemed that I subconsciously took out my mom’s stolen panties from my secret stash without being aware of it. I was asleep while holding the satin panties close to my nose so I could inhale their scent.

Fortunately, Mom didn’t check me out. Ironic, wasn’t it? Her being uncaring would save me from more trouble compared to if she cared about my well-being and then checked me in my room, only to find out her freak of a son was stealing her panties and sniffing on them the entire night. I put them back in my secret stash carefully.

My head was clearer now compared to last night. My fighting spirit renewed. I looked toward the door. Beyond the door were my mom’s territories. With how she behaved now, I no longer could call the rest of my home safe. Practically, this room was the last safe haven I had. I didn’t know what my mom would do to me today, what punishment she would give to me but I had **** but to confront her if I wanted to save her from whatever influence was corrupting her.

My plan was still the same; I needed to bide my time and collect more evidences. The workout video was a great start; I was 70% sure that it was laced with subliminals. Now, I just needed to find a way to send it to a professional to authenticate it and check whether it really laced with subliminals or not before I sent it to the police.

To be continued in next part

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