A Mothers Castle Part 3

Chapter 198-2

A Mothers Castle

Part 3

 

It was nearly 3 pm when we all pulled into my mother’s driveway. Jennie decided to join us afraid if she didn’t she would be brought up charges of murder for killing Paul; personally, she would have done the world a favor. No one said anything what happened at the Cranny’s house, for the moment anyway.

Tony quickly did a walk through making sure every dark corner had been searched and making sure we had everything before he left us on our own. He failed to mention what I had found in my room. It was a little surprising to find Susan home considering she was told she could spend the entire break at her friend’s houses, Mom knowing the bad blood between us. She wanted this to be a pleasant week, not one that would be fought tooth and nail.

Susan stated she had no intention of leaving… not trusting my friends to rifle through her closet or her room when she wasn’t home. Mom reminded her that my friends were nudist. Susan shrugged her shoulders and said. “Aren’t they all;” which was mostly true, considering the friends I had brought with me during this trip lived in a nudist community, everyone else just lived the lifestyle in their own way.

Becky told Michael and Robert they can sleep in her room with her. They looked at me and I said. “Sorry, but I promised the boys they could sleep in my room.” I saw the hurt in her eyes,

Mom whispered in her ear and her eyes lit up and said, “I think I like that even better;” telling my three girls that they can use her room, instead and have it all to themselves.

Susan growled. “Well no one is going to be using my room but me, I won’t allow it.” 

Mom quickly asked if I had told them regarding her house rules and said. “Sort of.” Mom quickly went over the basics as she gave them a quick tour of the house as Susan and Becky followed them.

My mother asked where my brother was hearing him yelling that he was in his room doing homework. Again that surprised me, 1; Aaron always avoided doing homework and 2; he was home with Susan. I cringed at the idea of thinking the worst but was relieved finding him totally dressed. The mere idea of Susan having an Aaron snack turned my stomach, but then again I knew that would never happen because like me he couldn’t stand her and rather cut off his penis rather than having it her mouth.

The moment he saw me he ran up to give me hug, then stopped short when he noticed I wasn’t alone and most of all I had my mermaid friends with me. He said. “Bro you are two days early.”

I said. “If you want I can leave and come back.”

He rolled his eyes and said. “I still think your hair cut sucks, but I rather have you here where I know I will get a decent meal that isn’t burnt.” I had dyed my hair back to the original brown color from the dishwater blond, for my mother’s sake and so she would stop complaining. It wasn’t as short as it was when spending those days in Texas. Back then my hair grew quickly, now I am lucky if I need a hair cut more then once a year. What I would give to have all that hair back, not mention my well muscle toned body and the youth I had back then.

Susan growled. “Fine, it’s not like I don’t have other things to do than cook for someone that has no taste buds.”

Aaron said. “I have eaten rocks that have tasted better than your crap you dare call food.” Susan stomped off back downstairs and slammed the bedroom door. I remained upstairs and carried our thing too my room. I wasn’t surprised to see that lock on my door had been broken. Mom said my father was inside my room said he was looking for drugs, thinking that I must have been on some type of heroin trip by getting married to a boy. I knew it was lie seeing the new bedding on my bed including brand new pillows. The room smelled a little bit like old urine and freshly cleaned carpets to mask the smell, which said my father was doing more than searching my room for drugs and money.

Eli came up behind me with the rest of our stuff, he said. “So this is your room?” 

I nodded and corrected him. “It’s our room while we are visiting my mother.”

He said. “Well, at least it has a big bed for all of us. But damn bro this room is no bigger than your walk-in closet at home;”

I nodded and said. “I know, but as I have said… me and my brother are way below the pay grade. My so-called sisters get the biggest rooms in the house. It’s always been this way. But if you saw my last room when we lived in the trailer you would think this room is quite large in comparison and I had share it with my brother with a bunk bed and little tiny space to turn around in. No bigger than of hallway, we just came down.”

Eli said. “Still this inhumane and very sparse compared to your Rothwell home,”

I said it is what is.” Opening the closet finding nothing but bare hangers; I mumbled just great and yelled “Mom” having her pop into my room. She gasped seeing all my clothes on the floor stinking with sewage which explained the smell of urine I was smelling.

Mom growled. “Damn it to hell, I am sorry son. I didn’t think he would do something like this.”

I growled back. “Yes you did, you knew he was more than capable of doing this and knowing he’d get away with it.” Mom quickly went into the kitchen and grabbed a garbage bag and pair kitchen gloves and cleaned up the mess cursing my father’s name.

Susan smiled seeing it and said. “Welcome home,” and laughed.

Mom said. “You knew about this?”

Susan said. “Of course I did. In fact, I helped and so did my friends. Maybe you and him would finally get the message we don’t want him here or his nudist immoral friends.”

Mom growled. “Susan you're grounded, I’d make you pay for them, but I know for a fact that you don’t have any money or an allowance.”

Susan said. “Ground me all you want to Mom, you know Dad will un-ground me the moment he comes home and finds out that he and his friends are here when he told you he didn’t want them in his house. Besides it not like he can’t afford to buy new clothes and we all know it.”

Mom said. “Tough s**t, because if I recall this is my house and not his. My name is on the deed and on the mortgage, not your fathers. In fact, when he comes home I will remind him of that. Now go to your room and stay there until your father comes home. This is my house and my rules this will not happen again. I don’t care if he or his adoptive parents can afford it. It was not for you and your fathers to take advantage of it.”

Susan screamed. “Go to hell Mom, you don’t have the right to tell me what to do. Dad told me I don’t have to listen to you. I am staying long enough until Dad comes home so he can install a lock on my bedroom door and I am getting the hell out of here.”

Mom stomped after her and slapped Susan across the face and said. “I am your mother. I have every right to tell what to do while you are living under my roof.” She cringed when she looked back at realizing she let the monster out of its cage and apologized to me and my friends. Everyone shrugged their shoulders. It wasn’t the worst thing for me anymore to watch my mother loss her temper. Not after what I had been through over the last few months.

She calmly said. “Before I forget you need to call your grandmother and your adoptive parents so they know where you are son. I promised them you would the moment we arrived.” I nodded and picked up the phone in my room and then growled seeing the line cut. Normally I would have called Stringum to send David over to replace the lock on the door and repair the phone line, David was on his Honeymoon with Jody.

Mom asked me not to mention what had happened at the Cranny’s. I said I wouldn’t, knowing exactly what would happen, after all, it wasn’t her fault, mostly? And besides, I had suffered worst than a little slap and tickle. I wasn’t harmed; I was beyond that, several times over. Not even my grandmother needed to know, knowing exactly what would happen.

I quickly made the phone calls and only told my adoptive parents that my father and my sister and her friends have destroyed every stitch of clothing I had here, and my mother had already replaced the bedding that they had ruined; Dad told me from now on that I would be packing a suitcase every time I visited my mother and leave nothing behind when I leave, Stringum said he would tell Tony to replace the lock on the door, but he wanted me to learn how to do it. Mom and Dad agreed. Clothing was nothing, Susan was right I could easily replace what I had lost.

I wasn’t worried about it; it just made me mad that nothing I left here that belonged to me would ever be safe without me being here.  The thing was I hated shopping; I hated spending money on clothes I would seldom wear. I didn’t like asking for favors or having someone take me places because I didn’t have a license, but I didn’t have a choice. The rule stated that until I was 18 I had to have a guardian, being married meant nothing and because I didn’t have a driver’s license, I could just hop into a car and go.

I growled angrily at my watch that said we had 30 minutes to pick up my mother’s new car. What was worst was my father had to come with us and he was late as usual. The mere idea of having him near me made my skin crawl, but my adoptive parents wanted them to know that car I was buying was mine and I was just loaning it to them.

We waited 15 minutes before we left. Tony and Jenny picked us up and we picked up my father on the way. As usual, he was his mean and angry self. Tony said he had two choices either get into the car voluntarily or he could ride in the trunk. My father asked about his bike, Tony said. “Leave it, this is Santaquin where nothing ever happens.” Which wasn’t quite true, but close enough; but my father was being his normal self so Tony placed the bike into the trunk and quickly dropped off at home, then said. “Satisfied?”

My father growled, “no.”

Tony said. “Tough s**t, it’s not my fault you couldn’t be on time, remember you declined the ride I offered, by the way, I am sending you the bill for the damaged lock, and the cost of buying the clothes you destroyed.”

My father growled. “Yea like I am going to pay for that, besides you have no proof that I did it.”

Tony said pulling up the house where the car I was buying, “oh I have the proof and all on tape, and you just admitted to it.”

My father gasped and growled; “you f*****g little prick, who gave you the right to invade my privacy?”

Tony said. “Your wife did, to ensure her son’s safety.” My father turned and gave her a hateful stare. He was about to get his pound of flesh when the man that was selling me the car came out to greet us.

Tony quickly made the introduction. I didn’t know the guy, I was going off the information Stringum had given me telling me he was honest. He quickly walked us around the side of the house, said. “She doesn’t look like much, but she does run and has always been reliable.” My father growled kicking the tires of the 1970 Chevy Nova four-door that was a faded gray expect two front side panels that were brown; indicated that it had been in a wreck and had been restored.

He said. “Oh God no, this is the best you can do?”

Tony said. “No, but the car is only a loaner until you can buy a new one. The car will belong to your son. When he graduates from high school, next year; until then his mother and you will be responsible to keep it running and insured, but once he has his licenses he can drive it anytime he wants too when he is visiting his mother. I know for a fact, not even you Mr. Shepherd had a brand new car for your first one. Like the rest of us even though we have money, we earn it the hard way to get the things we want.”

Mom gasped when I pulled out the money out of my wallet, as paid close to 2,000 dollars cash in one hundred dollar bills. My father's eyes lit up with anger and surprise… anger because he had no choice but accept the fact I was doing them a favor and surprise to see all that money all at once. None of came the easy way, I had earned every cent of that money the hard way. I placed the receipt inside my wallet as the guy quickly handed my mother the keys reminding her that title and plates and the inspection would be done at a local and only mechanic in Santaquin in the morning.

Mom handed me the keys and told me she would prefer that I drove it while I am here even if I didn’t have my license. She knew I could drive anything as long it was an automatic. It was, later on, I learned how to drive a stick shift, making so I could drive anything that had wheels. Plus my mother suffered from night blindness which was one the main reason she seldom drove at night.

My father was silent all the way home as he rode in the back seat. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was too angry to speak, or the fact he had nothing to say because I just bailed them out of a tight spot.

Mom kissed me on the cheek and hugged me the moment we got out of the car as I pulled it into the driveway. My father grumbled seeing a whole house full of people. I politely introduced them; starting with Eli and the girls causing him to growl angrily. He didn’t bother shaking hands with any of them instead he just quickly walked away into the house telling them to get the hell out of his way. Susan came bouncing out of the house with Becky right behind them. The moment Susan saw the car she screamed. “Oh please tell me that’s not what it looks like.”

Mom said. “Its car and it runs and belongs to your brother, he was kind enough to buy it for our families use, considering we couldn’t afford one.”

Susan said. “Mom it looks like it came from a junkyard.”

Mom said. “No, it’s just used and will get us where we need to go. So be thankful that he was willing to give it to us.”

Susan said, “Mom his rich, he could buy me and you a brand new car if he wanted too.”

Moms said. “Correction, his adoptive parents are rich, he earned every cent of that money he used to pay for that car. Every damn red cent, and because of you and father he now has to go out and spend money on clothes that you and your father ruined.”

Susan growled. “It’s still a worthless piece a junk.”

Tony said. “If you would like Susan, how about you go out and buy yourself a brand new one, Oh wait you can’t, that would mean you would have to get a job and earn the money.”

Susan gasped. “For your information Tony, I am only 15; no one would hire me because of that.”

Tony said. “Not true, Eric has been working odd jobs most of his life, from paper routes, mowing people’s lawns and shoveling snow. He even babysits from time to time. He worked two summers on a sheep ranch with his brother Shane before he went on a mission and when he was here he works at Stringum’s in the stores stocking shelves and running the register and works as an accountant doing his books on the side, too keep a steady income.

“Age is not an excuse, even I have done the same and I earned every penny myself. Just because his adoptive family makes a lot more money then your father does, doesn’t mean a hill of beans. Every one of their kids all has to work to help pay their way in life like everyone else. Nothing is for free, so be grateful that he was nice enough to help his mother out with her transportation problems.

“He is even paying for the food on the table while he and his friends are here, plus the cost of living expenses. Now he has to spend even more money to repair the damage you and your father have done. Your lucky you don’t have a job because if you did. His adoptive parents would send you and your father the bill. So I have asked your mother to put you to work doing household chores to make up for what you have done.”

Susan said. “Yea right, like that’s going to happen. If you haven’t noticed that is what we have brothers for.”

Mom said. “Oh, that’s funny. Here I thought I said you were grounded, which means extra chores. I’d ground your father, but I can’t, Thanks Tony I think that’s a wonderful idea. Let’s see. I’ll make a list and Susan can start tonight by doing up the dishes.”

Susan looked at my father he said. “No, I think that he and his friends can clean up their own God damn mess.” Susan glowed as she walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. Mom gave a heavy sigh that said my father just overruled her again, just too keep the peace she let it go for now.

My father said. “Why were on the subject regarding rules. There will be no sex, no nudity of any kind. I don’t care if you have a piece of paper saying you are married. It means nothing to me, you have two choices 1: go back to hell where came from. I don’t want you here; I never asked you to come here. 2: Go somewhere else as long as you leave and never come back. This is my house, not yours, so it gives me the right to kick you out if I want too. Now get the f**k out, before I call the cops and have you all arrested for indecent exposure.”

Mom said. “Correction Jim dear, this is my house, not yours and I invited them here. So I am giving you the same choice. Get out or shut the hell up, I would prefer that you go so my guests can be comfortable without you insulting them. I have been too both their weddings. And I have a copy of their marriage certificate stating that they are married and it is legit.

“In fact Bishop Earl and the Rothwell’s Bishop, Bishop Sakes signed it. And it will be announced this coming Sunday in church as well as telling the ward that they have all been baptized and confirmed into the church. You may not accept it, but that is just tough because the rest of us do. So stick that where the sun doesn’t shine.”

My father said. “Hell no Linda, I am not about to leave this God damn house with a bunch of immoral freaks. Just so they can rape my daughters.”

Mom said. “Trust me, dear, your daughters are far from innocent, I know for a fact that neither of them are virgins.”

Susan gaps “Dad it’s not true. I have never had sex with anybody.”

My father kissed her on the head said. “I know, and I am going to make sure you remain one until your married "legally" and in the temple. The one place that it really matters, not in some high fluent barn with a bunch of rich pigs that have more money then they know what to do with.”

Susan gave all of us an evil grin; I rolled my eyes and said. “That’s a load of crap.  I know for a fact that Susan is not a virgin I can list every boy she has had sex with.”

My father said. “Yea right? If I was you I’d keep that damn mouth shut or I will shut it for you.” He stepped up close to me and poked me with his finger against my chest, said. “Come on sissy boy lets tangle.”

Tony pulled us apart said. “No, I am afraid if I let him beat the crap out of you. His adoptive parents would ground his sorry a*s. So instead I'll take the boy and put him to work, but I warn you, Mr. Shepherd, if you even think about harming him. I will let him kill you. And I dispose of the body where nobody will find you.”  Tony handed me the toolbox and prodded me along down the hallway. He grumbled. “What an a*****e, maybe I should have let you kill him.”