“Brice! What happened? I heard you screaming.”

Ted closed the door behind him. The quarter was still in the palm of my hand. I looked at it. George Washington winked at me. I looked up at Ted. I screamed again.

“Shit. Is this one of those teen things I don’t understand?”

I shoved the quarter into my pocket.

I had to think of something to say so I said, “I think I got a girl pregnant.”

I untied my apron. Ted had a messed up look on his face. The porn must’ve been shit.

“I thought you were gay.”

Oh hell yeah.

“I know but I got confused and I started experimenting. Listen, I really got to go speak to my mom.”

Ted nodded. The store was closing in half an hour. I grabbed my sweater and bag.

“Sure. Good luck, or whatever.”

“Whatever.”

I headed out the door. [Nice one]. Shut up. La ... la ... la ... I can’t hear you. Christ. Maybe the man’s jizz was getting to my head. [Nope]. Crap. I’m crazy. Mother is going to have so much fun with this. Great. This is just what I need, another reason for my mom to be right. [Yup]

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

I rang the doorbell of the house I grew up in. To make the story short it was a big fancy old house that needed renovating every freaking year.

Melissa answered the door, “Brice. You’re home. Are you here to finally stay?”

Not even if your life depended on it.

“Where’s mother.”

The maid looked at me as if she were lost in a maze of bushes… and naked garden gnomes.

“She’s busy right now. Do you want something to eat?”

Busy my ass.

“Yeah I’ll have something after I talk to mother.”

“She’s with a client,” her cheeks went red. [Busy mommy]. Oh hell no.

“Oh hell no.”

I ran up the spiraling staircase and past the old paintings.

“Brice! Don’t go up there!”

I tore the master bedroom opened. There was a black man in the room putting his pants up. Jesus. At least they had their clothes on. The blond was still under the covers.

“Brice! You’re home.”

The woman had a one-track mind.

“Mother. I think I need to see a therapist.”

The black man was wearing a business suit. He looked disgruntled.

“This looks like an important reunion. I’ll see myself out.”

My mom was in her purple nightgown. Thank God.

“Henry darling. Don’t forget about the meeting on Thursday. A new campaign is on its way.”

He passed me. He was tall and probably in his thirties. Sick fuck. He worked with her.

“That was Henry, dear.”

You’re sick.

“Anyways, mother. I think I need to see a shrink.”

She came up to me and kissed my cheek.

“Finally darling, you’ve come to your senses. You’re not only home but you’re seeking help.”

I knew it.

“Mother. It’s not because I want to come home. I never want to live here. I can make it on my own.”

I closed my eyes and pretended that I was far away from this ugly and repressed home. [This is home]

“I’m hearing voices. I think I’m stark raving mad. And I don’t think this has anything to do with you and father’s separation.”

Jesus. Why’d I have to bring that up again?

“You left me here four months ago because you said and I quote ‘I’m never good enough for you’. But now you’ve returned so you can see a psychiatrist. Are you stark raving mad?”

What? I failed school and father kicked me out. This woman is delusional.

“Can you pay for the therapist or not?”

She crossed her arms and tapped her fingers on her elbow.

“Fine. But you have to promise to come here at least once a week for dinner.”

“Fine.”

[Ha]. Shut up.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

He had curly dark hair that trailed down to his pubes. From the shadows of my apartment I could see the outline of some muscle on his body. My knees were up to my chest. I was panting. He was playing with my limp dick as he rammed his tool up my ass. Jesus. He was like a rabbit. [He’s not good enough for you]. Shut up. Shut up.

“Are you feeling me Brice? Tell me your feeling me.”

Just hurry up and cum already.

“Yep. I’m feeling you alright.”

His hairy pubes were brushing my butt. In. Out. The guy leaned forward and kissed my chest. He was heated up. A drop of sweat landed on my nipple from his brow. Damn. I closed my eyes and pictured the stranger from earlier today plowing my ass while I scratched his smooth chest.

“Uh,” he was working up.

I met this guy when I was looking for a place to stay. The piece of shit said I looked good and asked if I wanted a fuck. I said only if he let me stay here for half the price. My roommate was a student at the University. He wasn’t a rich bitch like I was but he had a lot of money and he said only if I let him fuck me on a regular basis. It was a satisfactory offer. The apartment was old but it had a good view of the town. It sat on top of convenient store. It had good food.

He was squeezing my ass now. He humped in circles. He wanted to cum so badly inside of my ass. I could feel him writhe within me. He was desperate and pulling. Shit. He fucked harder. I was panting. Bastard. Hurry up.

He lifted me up and turned me on my hands and knees. He started again but with long slow strokes. [You don’t like it]. He was biting my shoulder, gnawing on my skin. Fuck. I hated to admit it, but his cock was hurting me inside. Just cum already.

He started humping again. Faster. Harder. Panting. Finally. He made a few quick strokes and was cumming inside of me. [Finally eh?]

“Damn Brice. You’re so -”

Whatever. Just leave me alone and let me sleep and ignore this stupid voice in my head. My pants were by the bed. I knew that the quarter was there. It was humming. I really need to see a shrink.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

“So you say that this quarter here talks to you?”

That’s the sixth time he said that.

“What? Doc, I told you, it says short phrases, barely sentences. Watch.”

I held out my palm and faced the quarter.

“Say something.”

The doctor stared at me.

“Come on.”

Shit. Well at least he’ll think I’m crazy.

“Brice. I think you need to understand something.”

“What?”

“Try not to get angered. I’m not offending you. But I think that the separation and you moving out has taken its toll on you.”

That bastard.

“I don’t care about the separation and my dad was the one who kicked me out. If your not going to listen then I’m going to leave.”

I was about to get up.

“Don’t go. I do have some advice for you.”

Finally.

“Well,” I sat back down on the leather couch, “Give it to me straight Doc.”

“Listen to it.”

“What?”

He looked down at the notes he was taking.

“Whatever you’re hearing, it allowed you to seek your mother and also seek help. So far it’s been harmless. I also want you to come back here and tell me how everything goes.”

This was a waste of time.

“You mean… just listen to it?”

“Yeah. But if it says something unreasonable, then come back and tell me. I’ll prescribe you medecine then.”

[Yay]

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

Sam’s red hair waved under the mists of the night. She always had the warmest smile. Jesus. If I were ever straight, she’d be the one I’d want to be with.

“Bullshit.”

I laughed, “It’s true. I’m seeing a shrink now.”

“To work things out with yourself and family right?”

No, it’s because I’m talking to a coin. [Tell her]. Fuck. I took the coin out. It winked at me again. I want to.

“Seriously. I’ve been messed up since I left home. Anyways, I’ve got something to tell you.”

We walked side by side through the park.

“What is it?”

The park was adjacent to downtown Niagara. We’d been going to bars since we turned 19 this year, and there was a new one opened near the old theatre. Christ. I love Canada.

“I think you’re beautiful just the way you are.”

She looked at me coyly. [Good]. Why? [You know why]. Shit. It’s the weight. She’s always been worried about the weight.

“Thanks Brice,” she giggled.

We walked up the street. It was a hill and it was hell.

“Maybe the shrink is good for you.”

We entered the bar. It had an old style look to it. Like one of those beer commercials except it was dimmer. Damn. It already smelled like cigarettes.

“See Sam, it already feels like home.”

She spun around on the stool. The bartender was turned around. Probably mixing stuff. [He’s here]. Who?

“Brice.”

Jesus. That voice. The bartender was staring at me. It was the guy from the other day. I pictured his smooth chest and his big cock. [Matt].

“Matt.”

Sam gave me a pat and said, “So I guess you two know each other.”

Yeah, I gave him a blowjob and I almost drowned in his cum.

“You can say that.”

[Ask him].

“Can I get you a drink?”

He laughed. Damn.

“You’re funny Brice.”

So what do you want me to do? I was now talking in my head to the quarter in my pocket. [Be yourself].

“Fuck. I just wanted to get to know you. Is that all you’re going to say? Jesus. Let’s get out of here Sam.”

The both of them looked at me cautiously.

Matt replied, “The drinks are on me.”

We sat back down. He smiled. Wow. [See].


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