Slate (Rebel Wayfarers MC) by MariaLisa deMora Read Free Book Online Page B

his fingers. His fingernails were long and yellow, and his skin looked dingy, like it had been some time since he had showered. They stared at each other for a minute, the guy giving him time to speak first, but Andy stood silently.
    “The hell you want here, boy?” was the guy’s even greeting as he lifted his cigarette to his mouth, taking a long drag. Andy looked at him steadily. “Susan here?”
    “Yeah, she’s here, but you ain’t gonna get anything; she’s passed out,” the man said with the same even tone, no animosity, dragging hard on his smoke again.
    Andy’s eyes closed for a second. “Susan’s my mother.”
    “Oh, man, you do not want to see this, then,” the man said, his voice animated for the first time as he moved slightly over into Andy’s way. He blocked the entrance and lowered his head to look at his bare feet.
    Shaking his head at him, Andy sighed, “I’ve seen it all, man,” and stepped around him, headed into the house through the doorway.
    The backdoor opened into the kitchen, and he looked around the small room but didn’t see her, so he continued into the living room and pulled to a stop barely inside the doorway. “I told ya that you did not want to see her like this,” the man said from behind him.
    He was right , thought Andy; I could have lived my entire life without seeing my mom like this . She was on a stained and discolored couch, lying sprawled on top of a man. They were both naked, and even passed out, his dick was still inside her.
    There was a second man, kneeling between their legs. Propping himself with one hand on the back of the couch, he was moving back and forth, in and out; his dick was in her, too. Andy could see blood on his mother’s ass, but her face gave lie to any discomfort. In her passed-out state, she was as placid-featured as any bored debutante at a party.
    Andy moved. He reached out and dragged the man off her by his neck, carelessly tossing him to the floor. “Get dressed and get out,” he said without emotion. Pointing to the man who had met him at the door, he mumbled, “You too, okay? Just get dressed and get out.”
    He pulled his mother off the couch and laid her on the floor. Briefly checking the amount and source of the blood, he quickly covered her with a dirty shirt from the floor. “This dude a friend of yours?” he asked over his shoulder as he slapped the passed out guy awake.
    “Yeah, that’s Terry.” The door guy threw a pair of sweats their way and Andy handed them to Terry.
    “You know what she took last night?” Andy asked the room in general. “Is she simply passed out, or do I need to take her to the ER?”
    Door guy bobbed his head. “She’s just passed out, mixed liquor and E. She went mellow and horizontal.”
    Lifting a hand to acknowledge the statement, he watched as the men left the house by the front door, not looking at him or his mom; they carelessly vacated the house as if this was a regular morning in their world.
    He picked her up and carried her down the short hallway to her room. Toeing the door open, he found a mattress on the floor, with empty bottles surrounding the edges. He put her in the middle of it, pulling a blanket up to cover her.
    Gathering up the empties, he took them into the kitchen and found a roll of garbage bags in the cabinets. Taking one, he began going through the house to clear the obvious trash. He wound up back in her bedroom, picking up and throwing away drug paraphernalia along with the trash.
    Andy looked down where she lay curled on the mattress, and saw age in her face for the first time. She was barely in her forties, but looked much older, worn and beaten down by life. She seemed past the point of caring about herself; for a moment, Andy tried to imagine how he would feel if this was the last time he saw her alive. He slowly nodded to himself; he didn’t feel anything, no sadness and no glee, just a void where his love for her had lived.
    “What would Daddy say, Mom?”