“Heyyyyyyyyy, son…” Sally motioned in somewhat of a mocking tone. “Your friend just left.” She pointed to the door. “Didn’t even say goodbye. It’s unlike him, that’s for sure. He’s always so nice when he comes over here.” She titled her head, and her chest let in a huge inhale. She had stammered out of his room, bringing Alex and his friend treats like THAT kind of mom that maybe Alex was tired of seeing. He was eighteen now, but still. She crossed her arms, looked at her son.
“Does your father know that you’re having sex?” She asked. “Because I certainly didn’t know. And I’d like to know what’s going on in my home.” She bit on her lip. “Were you two going to have safe sex?” She asked. “How long have you been HAVING sex? Did you do this as a minor? Alex – we have to talk about this – I’m really upset that you kept this from us. I know you’re an adult, but like I said, this is my home and you’re still my son.”
“i--” if he could sink into a hole in the ground, he’d much prefer it than having this conversation. his mother has now said ‘sex’ two too many times in front of him, and he would prefer it if he could just go back into his room and pretend like this whole thing never happened.
“i’m not--we didn’t--” he coughs, face feeling as if it’s on fire. “it never--” wow. such good sentences, alex. you’re doing great.
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