*knock knock knock*
"Huh… wha.."
*knock knock knock*
Checking his monitor which hadn't gone into screensaver mode, reflected the time 1:09 p.m. In it he also saw the reflection of his overgrown, greasy, brown hair and his off putting facial hair which consisted of a goatee and a patchy mess on the sides.
"Dammit man. I've only been asleep for a little less than an hour, mom knows I'm usually asleep right around now."
*knock knock knock*
"I'm coming, give me a sec."
*knock knock knock*
"ALRIGHT I GET IT, stop pounding the door down."
*knock knock knock*
"are u fuckin' kidding me, shut the hell up" Martin whispered under his putrid breath.
Climbing up from his cozy mattress which lay on the wooden floor, he staggered to the door trembling under the weight of his body. Dodging dirty dishes, rank piles of clothes, and the bed frame that collapsed underneath him a couple years ago. He appeared between his shield and the cruel world outside.
*knock knock knock*
"Mom I'm right here, do you want my dirty clothes?" That can't be right Martin thought to himself, she just washed them last month. "If it's about dinner then I want 4 grilled cheese sandwiches, a bag of dill pickle chips, chocolate pretzels, and a Dr Pepper. And this time could you get a 2 liter or a 12 pack, last time you got one 16oz bottle and-" before he could finish his thought the incessant knocking began again.
*knock knock knock*
What the hell… Martin thought. He was truly at a loss for words. Then he began to think back to a conversation they had a few days ago where she said that she wanted to see his face at least once a month. "Fuck, I was hoping she had forgotten or gave up on the idea altogether" Martin silently cursed in anguish. Steeling himself for his mothers kind smile and eyes wrought with pity, he reached for the doorknob.
*knock knock knock*
Martin almost screamed as the door shook slightly from the knocking, which had his hand firmly grasped around the knob. Recovering from the scare, he planted his feet, widened his stance, and twisted the knob. "It's my mom for gods sake, why am I acting like she's one of them" he said to himself for the last little push he needed to yank the door open.
"Hey mom, sorry it took so-"
What greeted him was a fist that caught air in the space his door had been. As Martin followed the arm which the fist was attached to, he realized he was not gazing on the sight of his sweet mother. Rather that very arm was was attached to the body of the person he hated the most, his father.
He looked the same as ever, jeans tucked into combat boots which in turn had a plaid button down tucked inside it. To encapsulate the 'badass' look his dad had been trying to perfect well before Martin was born, a beat up leather jacket, a black bandanna, and a skull belt buckle were the cherries on top.
As an indescribable rage perforated his body right down to the bone, a weakness started to make his knees buckle, cold sweat drip down his lower back, and speak with faltering voice.
"D..dad why.. are you.. here…" Martin said in a small voice.
"Don't ya remember what the hell I told ya boy" hissed his father.
"Y..yes Larry" he squeaked.
"That's better heheh.. ain't no fat pussy bitch callin' me dad, or I'll give ya a trashin" said Larry in that condescending tone Martin was far to used too. "Listen flubber, you've put enough stress on Linsey these past 5 years. It's time for you to get gone."
"I don't understand da-" Martin cut himself off when he saw his father's nostrils flair. "I don't understand Larry.. why.. how? Mom wouldn't want this. Does she know you're here right now? You're gonna get in trouble when she finds-" again Martin cut himself off. This time because of the silhouette of another figure standing further down the hallway. "Mom thank goodness you're here. Tell this lunatic to get out of our house."
His mother said nothing as a tired, somber expression wore over her face.
"Listen dumbass. It's time to clue ya in on a secret. She's the one that wants ya gone. Do ya get it, fatty? You now have no one to mooch off of. Follow me, as my last act of goodwill I'm gonna drop ya off at a homeless shelter. Maybe some away time from 'mommy' will help you finally become a goddamn man" Larry scoffed.
"What the… Mom this can't be.." his mothers face hardened and her lips tightened into a thin line. "You wouldn't.."
"Honey.." his mother said softly, "this is for your own good and I have enabled this unhealthy lifestyle you've been living for far too long. Please follow your father out of my house."
Glancing between his mother and his father. Martins world was crashing down around him. As his breath became more ragged, his head began to swim. Swaying as if a flower in the wind, Martins 435lb stature came crashing down as his vision faded to black.
"Good goddamn." Larry sighed, "how hell am I supposed to get his fatass in my truck if he can't even stand for 5 minutes without passing out?"
"Just wait for him to wake up, you know he's prone to panic attacks ever since that stunt you pulled. Trying to help him become a man huh.. is that what you thought you were doing? Well news flash Larry, you ruined my sweet boy!"Linsey said, her voice ring in pitch as she talked.
"Shaddup, we wouldn't be in this mess if ya didn't coddle him like a damn baby until I tried to put some hair on his chest" Larry replied nonchalantly.