Mommy doesn't like it when she calls me

"A-Autry, My B-boy!" shouted a woman.

"Y-yes, mom!" said a young boy with Afro hair and bright silver eyes at age six as he jumped off his... 'bed.'

"Hey, my s-s-son, can you get Charles a bottle of water here?... please," said an older woman who seemed to be in her 20s with a gorgeous face enough to make many fat slobs of men send her hundreds of pounds to see her only fans.

{Oh, I had that weird dream again; sometimes I wonder why he has the same name as me, my daddy. Was he even my dad?}

"Ok, mommy, I'm sorry," said a little boy as he gave his wonderful mother a loving smile

"Good boy, I'll give you a reward when our guest has left. Is that alright with you?" said the charming woman with silky blonde hair and light brown eyes.

"Ahh, Claire, leave the kid. He's a good lad anyways. Ready for round 2?" said a man with Brown hair and chiseled jawline, perfect you could call him in every way, as he sat on the couch naked.

"Sure, Charles, my darling," said the woman as she took off her towel, revealing her slim curvy body.

*****

It's been an hour since the man left, and all Autry could think about was.

{Oh, he didn't beat me to death like the others}

"AUTRY GREGSON!" screamed Carlie in anger

"Y-yes, mommy," said Autry running to his mother in fear

Autry had run to his mother immediately the minute he heard her scream.

Autry's mother was quite the evil b*tch, you see. Autry had always seen his mother as a two-faced serpent, more like a two-headed serpent.

Autry's mom was a devil incarnate so much that she even brought in more of her kind into her house, and most of the time, well, all the time, they'd beat him without stopping both of them just enough so that he wouldn't die.

Today was a rare occasion 1. In every 60 men, she brings home.

Autry's mother was a prostitute.

A perfect one at that.

Autry lived in a house that most would love to live in. Autry's lifestyle. His mother's lifestyle was one of luxury due to the amount of money she gained from her job as a prostitute and online money, in this case, its only fans.

Autry's mother is addicted to her job. She even once tried to do it with Autry when he was 5.

Crazy, am I right?

Less about that right now. Our boy Autry doesn't attend school, mainly because of his mother. She is a crazy b*tch, but sadly she inherited intelligence from her godforsaken parents.

(Authors note: let's not go there)

Or I could say an extremely manipulative psycho.

Autry is 'homeschooled; His father lost custody of him when he was two due to our sh*tty laws of England.

Autry's father was an intelligent man everyone wanted to be like, but I said 'was' for a reason.

This crazy b*tch somehow broke such a man to his last straw.

But here, less about my ranting, let me show you why.

"Y-yes, mommy," said Autry running to his mother in fear

"YOU BASTARD S-, S- WHAT AM I EVEN DOING? YOU CRAZY B*TCH NEARLY MADE ME CALL YOU MY SON! YOU? A DISGRACE TO MY LIFE LIKE YOUR FATHER WAS!" screamed Autry's mother at the very top of her lungs.

"S-s-s-s-"

"How dare you not say sorry to me, not me? Me such a beautiful woman that all those horny dogs of men fall to their knees for, how d-dare YOU!" Claire said passive-aggressively, but written on her face was the intent to kill, which was like ink on white paper

'SLAP!'

'SLAP!'

Autry's mother was one hell of a narcissist. In addition, she had a slight god complex, which was somewhat detrimental to her job.

She even created god knows what positions to make herself feel superior.

"M-MOMMY, I'M SORRY!" Autry screamed, frozen in fear, unable to move, run, or retaliate against his mother's relentless beatings

"I told you not to CALL ME YOUR MOTHER!... and you do know mommy doesn't like it when she has to call you, right?!"

"You dare to scream at me?! You are ungrateful after everything I've done for you. You dare to yell at ME!"

Autry isn't the same smiling 'happy' boy as before, no, no, no, he was... 'terrified.'

But Autry wasn't scared.

Neither did he fear his death as he knew just like always she'll leave him bleeding, but only after she's brought out her knife for her version of retribution.

The absolute truth is that Autry had already gone numb to what was happening. Autry, a six-year-old kid, had already felt... pain.

Everything Autry will say or do in front of his mother is only to appease his mother's anger and make her feel strong, dominant, and powerful.

Autry, at six, knew what it felt like to feel hatred; Autry hated his mom. Autry wanted her to go away...

Autry wanted her dead.

Yes, Autry wanted her dead Autry wanted to do the same thing she's been doing to him every since dad left. He had to release all of this bottled-up hatred; it was her fault that dad left two years ago. It was all her fault...all her...fau-

'swoosh!'

"ARGH!" Autry screamed in pain, and this time, he meant it.

"That's what naughty children get, Autry, and now tell me, what doesn't mommy like?" said Autry's mother, sadistically smiling as she repeated whipped Autry with her belt relishing his screams of pain.

'swoosh'

'Pah!'

"ARGH!" Autry screamed, and he felt it this time. He thought.

{she's never used her belt before, so why now?}

"TELL ME NOW!" suddenly Autry's mother screamed, demanding a response while whipping him.

"M- ARGH!"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO YELL AT ME; SPEAK PROPERLY!"

'swoosh'

'Pah!'

'swoosh!'

'Pah'

"M-mommy doesn't l-like it when she calls m-me."

"Good boy, mommy ALWAYS loves you. Remember that!"

Ever since that day, Autry's mother had used it as her new form of punishment, even temporarily forgetting about her knife.

Also, Autry found a new friend, and his name was...

Shawn

Shawn Malory