Chapter 7 - Pimply Boyfriend

Daniel lay on the golden sands of Betty's beach. He raised his head to take a look at the crystal clear blue waters as the waves gently lapped the shore. It was mid summer and the cool breeze complimented the suns warm rays on his skin.

He caught sight of some gorgeous hot chicks walking past. “Hey ladies”, he called out, “I've got low fat semen!” They turned around to look at him and began to strip. But before they could finish some more girls ran from behind the sand dunes to attend to his every need. Then some more reached the shoreline in jet skis and just as they got off and began to walk on the sand some jumbo jets landed on the sand …

Then there was the sound of thunder and Daniel awoke to the sound of his meth fried skank of a mother banging on his bedroom door. “Get outta there and fuck off out of the way to school.” Her talking like that was a sure sign that she had had another domestic with bastard Bob, her latest boyfriend. The only thing he was good for, apart from supplying the skank, was throwing the furniture around. He could have made it to the Olympics but found a life of abusing drug dependent women to be far more satisfying.

Daniel dressed quickly, the sooner he was out of here today the better. He made it to the kitchen and was wolfing down some left over pizza from the night before when his mother came into the room and burst into tears, “You know I love you really don't you Danny boy. I've always tried to give you the best but there's always so much shit getting in the way. I can't help it.” She put her arms around him and the smell of her rotting teeth was overpowering, making him want to vomit. So far that hadn't happened, but he didn't know for how much longer. Then she shuffled off back to her bedroom crying and mumbling.

As the meth had aged his mother the men that she brought home had also got progressively older. When the last one had taken a swing at his mother Daniel had managed to deck him. He had thought that at least the days of physical abuse were behind him. Then, of course, she had to hook up with Bob. Sixty years old but can still kick a door to pieces, throw a few chairs across the room and then get started on his mother. It didn't matter what family services did, what he did or what the police did, she would always find someone to slap her around the house. Such was life for Daniel. A few years more and he could leave all this shit behind him. As he left through the car port he couldn't help but catch sight of the car. Fuck!