BOMAW 4-6

by Mercedes Keyes

  "AH HA! You are going somewhere! And just where do you think you're going?!"

  Angry at having no privacy, she walked over and slammed the door in his face, locking it she got dressed. He stood on the other side knocking and talking to her through the door, asking her the same questions over and over again, begging to be let off of punishment, nagging her with his whining. "Miho... you are so close... so close to having your name... carved into stone! Do you hear me? Do you know what I am telling you? Now get away from my door!"

  "I'm gonna go try dad again! If you let me off punishment... I won't tell."

  "Tell! You think I care!? I am a grown woman... and your mother! Why haven't you told him yet? Hm? Can't find him can you? Phone off isn't it? Let me give you a little tip Miho..." She was dressed now and combing her hair as she snatched the door open. "...call him at 11:40am... that's an hour from now... then tell him anything you wish... because I - will be gone!"

  Shawn2 made a face. "Well where you going? You can't just go somewhere! You have responsibilities! You have a house to clean, kids to see to - and I'm hungry, plus - you have to let me off punishment first! Then you can go!"

  Meribel starting laughing, not because there was anything funny, but from battling with an urge to put her son in a headlock and bite his ear off. She started doing Karate kicks toward him and punching in the air in front of him as if boxing, her teeth bared as he backed up looking at her as if she were crazy. "I just wanna give you one! Just one! And boy when I do... its gonna be sweet! 'Cause yo'little ass, gone be knocked out cold! Just one punch - I'mo beat you like a stepchile! You better pray your daddy's around because you'll be napping until he gets here! NOW GET IN YOUR ROOM!!!"

  He turned away and walked off toward his room too slow for her liking right then, she grabbed up one of Luis' trainers that was laying on the floor in the hallway and chucked it at him, hitting the wall and door frame just as he stepped through his door.

  "Hey! That was mighty close to my head! You can't be throwing stuff at me! I can get you arrested you know!"

  Meribel charged for him then and he slammed his door and locked it.

  She leaned against the door and promised, "You come out of there before I go, and you'll be a missing person." She threatened at her wits end.

  Turning from his room, she went back to packing her overnight bag. A few moments later Marcus came home, and took the stairs three at a time. Shawn2 heard him come up and opened his door yelling out, "Marcus help! Mom's lost her mind! She threw a shoe at me!"

  She had come out of her room after brushing her thick, naturally curly mass of hair into a bun at the back, just in time to see him and threw the other sneaker at him, catching the door as he closed it.

  He opened the door again wide enough to say, "See!" - peaking around it at her.

  Marcus shook his head looking away from Shawn2 to his mother, he didn't need to know what he'd done this time to have their mother throwing trainers at him. "Mom - what's going on? What'd you say I had to do?" He asked walking to her room to see that she was dressed to go somewhere.

  "For one... you have to watch that little boy down the hall! Two, you have to drop me off somewhere-..."

  "TIA SYLVIA CALLED MARCUS... MOM'S GOING SOMEWHERE WITH HER!!!" Shawn2 yelled from his room down the hall.

  "Where you going with Tia Sylvia mom? Does dad know? I don't think he's gonna like this, you should probably talk to dad first." He advised.

  "Excuse me! I am - a grown woman! One who is long overdue for a little break!"

  "A break from what? I mean what do you do mom that you need a break from?"

  "Oooh I see! So you think I do nothing all day but wait around to run and fetch for you all?!"

  "But mom... that's your job. That's what you're here for... that's what mothers do." Marcus tried reasoning with her. Shawn2 was hiding out in the hallway, peeking in, listening and said, "That's what I said."

  "Well guess what!? This weekend... is mom's weekend off! I need a break!"

  "Did Tia Sylvia talk you into this?!"

  "She sure did... I heard it all!" Shawn2 informed him.

  Grinding her teeth, Meribel looked around for something else to throw at him again, this time she would hit him. He saw her and took off back for his room again.

  "Mom. MOM! Come on now... chill out. Just... why don't you take a nap or something? I'm sure you'll feel a lot better when you wake up."

  "Give me my keys!" Meribel ordered with her hand out, on the verge of going nuts on Marcus now.

  "Okay okay okay... I'll take you - I'll take you! How long you gonna be gone? You gonna be back tonight?"

  "Don't you worry about it... when I'll be back... I'll be back - when I get back!"

  "Mom...mom... come on now... you're just a bit too old to be carrying on this way now - let's not join Tia Sylvia in acting childish!"

  "CHILDISH!!! Who the hell are you calling childish!? Me? Your Tia Sylvia?! You know what... I'm now beginning to see why women take off and leave... and never - come - back! Standing where I am right now, its not such a bad idea! Second of all... you have no right calling her childish! If she feels this is what she needs to do, who the hell are you, or anyone else to pass judgement on her as to why she's doing it?! Especially you! A seventeen year old who still hasn't figured out how to wipe his own ass clean!"

  "Is it that time of the month? Is that what it is?"

  "Son... say one more condescending word to me - and your ass will be history too! Now either take me where I ask... or give me my keys and get the hell out of my way!"

  "YOU WANT ME TO RUN AND CALL DAD!!?" Shawn2 called from behind the door, peeking through the crack.

  Fully frustrated, Meribel reached down for the shoe on her foot and dashed out into the hallway chasing Shawn2 to his room, she tossed her shoe, clocked him upside the back of his head and watched it bounce off and ricochet into Marcus and Luis' room.

  "I'M TELLIN' DAD... OOOW THAT HURT... I'M TELLIN'!!!" Shawn2 shouted and slammed the door because she was going for him.

  "Holy crap! Mom calm down... okay... I'll take you... but chill." Marcus called out watching, wary, as she went and retrieved her shoe, put it on, and walked past him to grab her bag and then marched past again ordering. "Let's go... now! Mutter even one word to me as if I'm your child... and get your first fat lip!"

  "What about Shawn2 mom?"

  "Call him down... when you get back home, he's to get back in that room!"

  When they pulled up into the Kwik Trip lot around from their house, Sylvia wasn't there yet. "Can you put some gas in here mom... the tanks less than half?" Marcus asked. Looking forward to getting away for a bit, Meribel slammed out of the van and went into the store, waving Marcus to the pumps. As he was filling the tank, Sylvia pulled in and parked. She got out of the red mustang and that's how they knew the red car was her. Marcus and Shawn2's jaw dropped open. Shawn2 jumped out of the van, "Tia Sylvia... when you get that!? WOW! You guys going out in that?!"

  Sylvia turned to see Shawn2 approaching her, talking loud and bold. She had to shake her head, he was so much like Shawn it stunned her every time she saw him. He walked up to the car, looking inside the window, opened the door, sat inside, checking out her dash... going, "Wow... oh man... I gotta ride in this! Tia take me for a ride first please! Please! How fast can this baby go! Oh man! If I was driving this... I'd be gone man! Tia you too old to be driving something like this! This for a good looking young man like me! I'd have me a fine young tender honey waiting every other corner... my tank always be full! 'Cause they'd be paying to ride by me!"

  "Boy get your ass out'ah that car!" Meribel yelled at her son, as Sylvia stood at first shocked, and then laughing. She could see it now, this boy exuded confidence and arrogance already, and he was only 13 years old. She could just imagine what he was going to be like when he turned 18 and then into his 20's.

  "Girl! I can tell from this one alone you need this break!" Sylvia stated to Meribel in sympathy.

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sp; "Okay... so you see for yourself don't you!? This is why his little ass will be on punishment until he grown! I think personally... you and Shawn need to take him off our hands... cause all you two got is Angela and the baby coming, your other kids grown. Come on take him off of our hands now... we had Angela for a while."

  Sylvia was laughing and shaking her head.

  "Momie can I be off punishment while you're gone?! I'll get back on when you come back? Okay?"

  "Out of the car! Into the van! Out'o my face!" She instructed, on her way to the van to get her bag she packed. Shawn2 followed her begging. She ignored him all the way there, and then turned waving with her fingers behind her at them. She had filled the van with gas, and now - she stepped into Sylvia's red mustang, who had gone into the store picking up some gum, and sat in next to her. She started the car and they were out of there.

  Marcus and Shawn2 watched them leave, Shawn2 turned to Marcus, "I'm calling dad... and I'm telling him everything! He is not gonna be happy!"

  Chapter 100

  Using Shawn's truck, Jake needed to go shopping for a suit. He and Shawn had spent a while going through his things to see if there was a black one he could fit, but they were all made for Shawn, some tailored made. With Jake being taller, including longer arms, it was a futile search, and so he went off to find himself one in preparation of the funeral. The time alone as he drove to La Crosse had him deep in thought. Despite the low feeling of sorrow concerning Doris, there was a need in him to be with someone. A woman. He wondered if he might be a tad bit addicted to needing to have one. He felt unsettled and unsure and misplaced without a woman to go to. The one that came to mind now, none stop was Vivian. She however was a bit frustrating for him. He had a strong aggressive need for sex. He needed one to use for the simple means of fucking all the pent up aggression clouding his mind and system out. He'd always had sex. From the time that he was fifteen years old, he'd been having sex with someone. Some people ran to clear their heads. Some played sports. Many men drank themselves into oblivion. He had always pursued a woman and had sex. Aggressive, sweaty, frivolous, meaningless sex!

  He just needed to fuck someone.

  But not Vivian.

  That was the problem. She could not give him what he needed because he couldn't see her that way. He knew things about her. He understood her feelings. He knew what made her tick. She was the type, made of a classiness that was not superior to others, but to make her feel good about herself. She'd worked hard to gain her place in life, that he could see for himself. Just in the short time he'd known her, she'd touched something in him that enabled that part of him that would allow him to use her and go. He didn't know how it had happened, where it happened, or at what point it had happened, all he knew... was that he could not purge what he felt with her. He needed a brief encounter with someone shallow and vain, as selfish as he sometimes felt. He didn't want to know if she had feelings. He didn't want to know if she was smart or dumb. What her plans were for the future, or what she'd gone through in her life. He just wanted a piece of ass, with nothing else connected to it. He knew there were prostitutes, but he could not bring himself to use one. The idea of actually paying someone for a service defeated part of the need for the chase. He pulled into La Crosse and found the mall there and parked. He sat a few minutes in the truck, looking around the parking lot. Only women around were pushing strollers and holding the hands of small children. He knew then he was going to have to hit the country and western bars tonight. He was going on close to two weeks without having slept with someone. His last attempt with Doris... that's when he knew... it was time to move on. He couldn't even bring himself to have simple intercourse with her for the sake of release. He sighed, his thoughts brought her suicide back to mind. He needed to chase the image from his mind and picked up his new mobile phone, dialling a number he'd memorized.

  The phone rang over four times, he was about to disconnect with it was answered.

  "Hello?" Vivian answered out of breath, she hadn't been able to find the cordless, running from one room to the next, locating it in the bathroom.

  "Hi... it's uh - Jake. I hear you're moving soon?"

  There was stunned silence.

  "Oh uh... well... yes, I am."

  "I see... giving the place up hm?"

  "Yeah... I don't consider it home anymore. So I'm looking for a place to rent for the time being. Hey, ummm - I'm really sorry to hear what's happened with you, or rather, your lady friend."

  "Thanks... but... tell me something... how do you get pass something like that? If I had known... she was capable of something like that... I would have-..."

  "Its what all people say Jake, who've gone through it. If they'd only known. But life... it doesn't warn you of what's coming down the road. We just have to be careful of the route we travel, and pray... that our journey is safe and our eventual destination has made the journey worth the travel. Look at what I'm going through, what you came between - just in time - I never did thank you for that."

  "Don't worry about it, there was no way I would have just stood by and let that happen to you - I can't see any man - handling you like that, hurting you."

  Vivian was quiet a moment, so was he as each of them absorbed the connection between them, and there was a connection. What they felt was real, brief as it was, there was something tangible, for certain there was a catalyst within one for the other. The chemistry stunned them both. Snapping out of it, Vivian went on to say, "Either way, I owe you a thank you. Even though my situation is not as horrendous as yours... it happened because of the route I chose to take. So... I'm getting off that road. Gonna go another way now. And uh, you - have you thought about which way you'll be going now?"

  Jake leaned back in the truck, in the parking lot of the mall, listening to her soft voice, to the things she was saying that made perfect sense. He could imagine her now, dark and lovely. Tall, elegant and desirable. "You're so smart to be so young - you know that?" He said suddenly.

  "Not that smart... look what I've done."

  "Don't be so hard on yourself - you're human."

  "Don't be so hard on yourself - you too... are human." She reminded him.

  He smiled to himself, she was quick... he could see her clearly. It had worked, calling her. He'd replaced the previous image, with a new one - one that brought him a modicum of peace. Yet another thought came to him, "You're too good for me." He muttered low, more to himself than to her.

  "Excuse me? What did you say?" She thought she heard it, but it was unclear, said softly as it was.

  Jake ran his hand through his hair, looking around the parking lot, he had to get going. He wanted to get back to the house and to working on Shawn and Sylvia's home. "When you find your new place, give me a ring - I'll be there to help you move. Don't pay movers - that's not necessary. I called you to give you my number, here, jot it down real quick."

  "Thank you... just a minute." She ran down the stairs to find a pen and paper, her heart beating crazy in her chest. Her eyes filled with tears. She felt such a high, a feeling of euphoria blended in with a touch of foolishness, because she was in love with him. To hear his voice, to know that at some point, he was willing to come to her after her angry episode with him, served to make her breathless. In disbelief, her mind spun crazily because she'd seen him for only a weekend. Had spent three highly charged days with him and in just that short period of time, she knew, that he was the one. If they didn't end up together, she wondered how she would endure not having him.

  "Okay... ready." She said with pen in hand.

  He gave her his new number, "Just so you know... I'm a lot better at answering it now. I had a really bad habit of ignoring it. Anyway... call me when you're ready... okay?"

  "Thank you - I will. Just so you know, I sent you that money back."

  "I see... okay. I guess I'll have to shop around for a house warming gift hm?"

  She wasn't about to start another argument with him over it, "If you wish... I like old
things. Victorian. Nothing modern, but something old, marred, maybe even scarred. With a bit of history, good or bad. Something I can treasure, a bit - antique I guess. Anyway, I better let you go. Bye."

  "Yeah... uh... hmmm, maybe... I don't know - maybe we could uh... get together and do something - sometime... maybe... I don't know, if you wanted to." Jake stumbled over his words, taken aback by her words. True, they were just a suggestion for a gift, to give him an idea of what to look for, yet... he - soon to be 40, felt like what she described.

  "Sure... if, you want to."

  "Well... I don't know when... my life's a bit messy right now."

  "So is mine."

  "Not so bad... your life... but... hm, naaaw, I better not. Look... excuse me, I'm just rambling. Call me when you're ready to move okay? Bye."

  He hung up.

  Vivian sank onto the chair by the table in her living room. Her stomach was suddenly aching. She rubbed it, leaning forward with her face in the other hand. "Oh God... please... I want him. I want him so much. So bad ... how do I get him? Make it all right this time? How?" She didn't know what to do. She needed someone to talk to. Suddenly she picked up the phone.

  "Hello, McPherson residence." Gert answered.

  "Hi...it's me... Vivian."

  "Hi darlin'... I hadn't expected to hear from you again so soon?"

  "If it's not a good time-..."

  "Any time you call - is a good time. What's wrong?"

  Vivian was quiet a moment, she felt more tears welling up in her eyes.

  "Vivian?"

  "He called..." She began, the two words came out softly.

  "Jake?"

  "Yes."