Undesired

"Bite me!" Chris exclaimed through choking sounds and gags.
Dustin had just triggered Chris's very first moodswing... oh joy.

"I will if would open the fucking door. Im not Alex, I will bust the fucking thing down if you dont let me in." Dustin was not a patient person.

"Come in here and I kick you in the fucking nuts!" Chris screamed, causing his heaving to get harder into the toilet bowl. "Go get Rick, Mike or Alxe if you want to help! Or even better get DEWAYNE!"

Dustin frowned and sighed shaking his head as he went to go get his son.
A few minutes later Dewayne and banging on the door.
"Mom! Lemme in..."

Chris crawled over to the door and opened it, tugging his son inside before locking it again.

Dewayne hugged his mom tightly.
"Thank you.....Mom thank you...."

"It was just instinct baby. I love you." Chris sighed, smiling at his son.

"I love you too mom." He pulled back and flushed the toilet. "Are you okay? You have been in here for a while."

"I'm good... just, not really eager to go back out there." HE sighed, resting against the wall.

"He took a pillow and went down to sleep on the couch. I can sleep with you tonight if you want me to mom...."

"Please baby. THat'd be nice... I'm sure I'll get over it.. just, your daddy really upset me today."

"I know he did mom. He fucking upset me too." Dewayne frpwned as he gently tugged his mom from the bathroom and to the bed.

Chris laid down and pulled Dewayne with him.
"Is your back alright baby?"

"Im fine."
He was a strong boy but he had bruises on his back in the shape of a foot. He also felt like his back was out of place but he could go to his momma about that later."

Chris simply shook his head.
"I don't care what his reason was, he should NOT have hurt you."

"I know momma. I was more hurt than anything. Sure my bad is killing me but he told me to leave, said he was disowning me..."

"That's just fuckin ridiculous. If I didn't get nauseous whenever I walked and got too pissed I'd go down there and give him a piece of my mind."

"Mom, your sick, you dont need to be fighting with him tonight. Im fine. You just rest." Dewayne hugged his mom tightly.

"I know baby." Chris sighed and hugged Dewayne. "But as soon as I'm up to it I will have a talk with him."

"I bet you will and it will end in disaster..."
Nah, Dustin was not going to fight with Chris, he just wasn't.

Chris sighed.
"We do have to atleast talk about what he did. If he's okay with doing that to you... I'm not. Then we obviously have very different ideas of parenting." He paused. "Oh GOD I sound like my mother." He groaned.

"Mom....I know my daddy...He was wrong but im sure he was doing something. He has never harmed me before and he knew could take it."

"Still... I just... I don't like that." He bit his lip and rubbed Dewayne's back softly.

Dewayne gave a small hiss, the bruises on his back not liking the contact.
Dustin wouldnt even like it if he saw the bruises.

"I'm sorry baby I tried to be gentle." Chris immediately removed his hand.