Chapter #8Kevin Chapter 1 by: W8ff   Kevin has it all it seems. Living the good live under his mother's roof, driving the Dodge pick up, and dating the blondest (dumbest) and hottest girl in school. At eighteen he was the oldest in his senior year, but that just meant he was a cooler than the other guys. Being held back a year had its advantages. He was a man, they just boys. And they where poorer than he was. Kevin once went to a sleepover at a friend’s house but he never stayed for the night, his friend’s room was small and his house stank, so he left.
His mom worked long hours for the oil and gas companies, she made a lot of money doing so. Kevin didn't mind her working so much because his mom always made sure there was food in the fridge and even better the cleaning lady did his laundry. So when his mother told Kevin she was going away on business for a couple of months he couldn't care less. He could already taste the sweetness of freedom, free from her constant nagging. How many times did he have to tell her there was no homework. Just a little white lie.
There wasn't much to do in the backwater town he lived in. He didn't enjoy sport or exercise, he already had to do that in school. Guys trying to show off because they where never going to be good at anything else, such losers. Of course he didn't have to invest time in working some dumb job. Why would he, the money he would make was only a small percentage of what he already got for his allowance. Not to mention the holiday and birthday bonuses. Kevin was happy spending his days playing games online, trolling sad little kids. At least, if his mom would just shut up already...
"What?!" he snorted, why couldn't she just say whatever it was she needed to say. Instead she needed to have his full attention, 'whatever' he thought. When she got in front of the TV however, she did get his attention. "What the fu.." he didn't dare finish his words when she interrupted him with a sharp "Kevin!" "Fine, jeez" his weak reaction. His mother would do anything for him. She spoiled him, loved him so. But she could also scare him. She was a tough woman, seasoned in conflict. Her hard face made him uneasy. She knew he would listen now.
"I'm leaving tomorrow after dinner, i made a list so you know what to do." 'I'm a big boy, i know' Kevin thought rolling his eyes. "Kevin..." She hesitated, which sparked his interest. "I've invited Kim over to stay while I'm gone." Anticipating some difficulties she immediately blocked his complaints with her held up hand. Kim was his mother’s charity case. The dumb dumb had gotten herself pregnant in her own senior year. Now her baby daddy left her, probably because he couldn't stand her anymore.
"Kim is going to stay here, I've promised to help her and i will. She is going to get her high school diploma this year. Kim will be going to your school, isn't that nice?" She said encouragingly looking upon his empty expression. "Joy" his contempt was difficult to hide. "Isn't she to old to go to high school, i don't think they take drop outs back." "She's twenty and a sweet girl. you will be nice and supportive." "Fine." "I mean it Kevin!" "Ellen won't be here for a while so you two will have to manage." Now he lost his servant as well, he pondered, did he have to do his own laundry now... "And Keisha is such a cutie, you'll love her!" his mother prattled on. Keisha was Kim's ill made spawn. "She's two already!" mother finished.
He didn't really listen anymore. His mother finally left him to his game. He was furious, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. She ruined his last high school year. He was going to have parties and his girlfriend was going to live with him in his house. It would have been great to have the house for himself before he went off to collage. "Lights out in an hour ok." he heard from down the hall. "Jeez!" he hissed hitting the wall with his fist, it hurt.
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