“…and another thing. If I’m gonna move in here, you’re gonna get a regular job. No more of this night shift bullshit. My woman’s gonna be at home with me!”
Tommy winced as his mother’s newest boyfriend continued on his drunken rant.
It was obvious that Harold would be no better than any of the others that came before, but Tommy was used to that by now.
His mother just seemed to attract a particular kind of guy, and that kind was “asshole.”
“Of course I will baby,” Margo cooed, trying to diffuse the situation.
Harold stomped into the living room, draining the last few swallows from a can of Natural Light. He pointed a dirty finger in Tommy’s direction.
“And you boy. Why ‘ontcha get your face outta that book and get to bed. Imma watch some TV ‘fore I show your mama what a real man is.”
Tommy looked up from an encyclopedic tome with a disgusted look on his face.
“But, I’m readin’ ‘bout vampires,” he protested.
Margo slipped up behind Harold and slid one arm around his waist and the other over his shoulder in a loving embrace.
“C’mon Harold. Don’t be so hard on him. He needs to read. Besides, it’s still early, and I promise tonight will be amazing.”
Harold crushed the empty beer can in his hand and tossed it back into the general direction of the trash can in the kitchen.
“Fuck vampires,” he muttered.
Tommy looked up from his book once more, this time his eyes ablaze in a golden glow.
“Yes. Fuck us, indeed,” Margo whispered as her embrace on Harold tightened into a vice and her fingernails tore through Harold’s clothes and into his flesh.