Page 274 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

His leg is next to move, his foot connecting to Mama’s stomach. She doesn’t react. Her body just lies there. There’s red liquid beginning to pool beneath her head.

Blood. I know it’s blood.

“I WON’T LET YOU RAISE A GAY BOY, YOU HEAR ME, BITCH?” he shouts and kicks her again. “This boy is going to be a MAN! A man who’s going to make us a fortune because we took his ass in when no one else would!”

He takes a swig of the drink that overflows and drips from his mouth onto his stained tank. He stops short and spits it down on Mama, throwing the bottle aimlessly before he wipes his mouth.

“Women. Weak imbeciles who want to raise useless orphans with love and affection. HAH! What does that do? Make gay men who go to America to be free! FREE? LOOK AT THE FREEDOM WE HAVE HERE! No flying rainbow shit delegating us. You want the American dream, GO THERE!”

With one last kick, he walks away.

And heading toward me.

I don’t move.

I don’t breathe.

There’s no way of escaping him.

Standing before me, I watch the monster smile sweetly.

It’s the expression that follows with the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper beginning to open.

“We don’t raise gay boys in this house,” he reminds me loud and clear.

His eyes look like they’re black hollows, frightening to stare up at with no help at bay.

“Which is why I have to punish you, so you don’t become like them. You hear, boy?”

“Yes, Papa.”

Anything else will be used against me.

I have to do what he says.

“Good boy,” he praises. “Now kneel for me.”

The memory is gone as fast as it came.

The sickening feeling that remains makes me want to vomit. Only there are worse problems happening because time is no longer still. The world around me is moving again, and I watch helplessly as my Mishka drops to the ice like dead weight.

Jayce… just hit Mikayla.

Mikayla.

Our Heartbreaker Queen.

My Mishka.

One glance confirms what I just witnessed before my eyes isn’t an illusion. It’s real, traumatizing, and sets in motion the chaos that follows.

I can’t stay still and allow this douche to hit a woman.

My woman.

Fuck it all.

I’d rather lose it all than stand and support this!