BXBX NOVEL Chapter 6 How Did It Come To This? [Unedited]
I guess men believe the same in this world, if they ruled, everything would be more peaceful and beautiful.
Although if I analyze well, I think it all has to do with culture or upbringing.
Because for a man or woman to rule better, they first have to be raised in a more... Delicate? Strict? I don't know.
To rule...
Shit!
We don't have founding fathers anymore, only founding mothers.
Founding mothers...
How weird it sounds to me, but it's not that it bothers me, it's just weird.
The names of the 44 presidents to date are different, but the last names repeat, Washington, Adams, Kennedy, Bush, etc.
All the last names are the same, only the first names change.
Although the current president has a new last name.
Wait...
Isn't the current president someone from my old world?
Michelle Obama…
Are they the same people as in my old world?
But there's also the possibility that only the name is the same.
I've never seen her face, I've only heard the name.
How the fuck do I not know the president's face?
Don't they usually put the faces everywhere when they campaign?
Don't they usually put the faces of the presidents in school?
Am I that clueless?
I guess it's because I never take my eyes off the books.
Besides...
Why do they keep the last names?
As far as I know, in this world, the first last name comes from the mothers, not the fathers like in mine.
So...
Why are the surnames the same?
Wasn't it the men who used those surnames?
Well, it's a different world, I can't draw conclusions with something from somewhere else.
But that doesn't take away from the strangeness of the world…
Did Shrek want to take his mud bath and didn't have time to do something more complete?
Does the fairy not like my teeth?
Why the fuck is the world so strange?
But more importantly in this situation.
Can I have sex with the president?
Is she married to Barack Obama?
Could NTR Barack Obama?
No, no, no.
I won't mess with black wives, I've been stabbed enough to learn my lesson.
Although...
Wouldn't that be more entertaining?
I manage to see the future in the papers.
Barack Obama's wife gets fucked in front of him.
Phew, great news, I'd read it without hesitation, even buy copies to keep as a family heirloom.
But...
Does Barack Obama even exist in this world?
Maybe I should have paid more attention to the teachers and not read about other things in history class.
Sigh
So many questions...
So few answers.
But...
What does it matter?
It's not like it affects me whether I know or not.
I'm just going to live my life and that's it, it's all so complicated I'd rather not think about it.
Why hasn't my sister arrived yet?
I got to the entrance a while ago, I'd say about 10 minutes ago, but Sis is nowhere to be seen.
Mmm...
What am I going to do in the future?
It's easier to play with women now, but...
How am I going to get out of this poverty?
Should I look for a rich woman?
I'm sure I'll be quite handsome, it wouldn't be hard to find some millionaire woman.
No...
My pride wouldn't allow me to do that.
Hehe~
Who am I lying to, I would love to live off a woman's wealth.
But it is a very ugly road...
I knew many stories in my other life of women who messed with men for riches and almost all of them ended badly.
Dead, discarded, in jail, poorer, etc.
Endings I don't want, although I would love to have sex, I have to be smart with whom, example I would bang the pastor of a church if I can, I know he won't be able to talk about it openly, after all, they have an image to take care of.
I might even try it with a female president and it would all remain a secret.
But if I have sex with a woman in my social circle, everything will become difficult.
Women behave like men, I have to take that into account.
For example, if I have sex with a friend from school, I have no doubt that she will tell her friends and that would create a negative reputation for me.
Not that I care much about reputation, but I think about mom and my family.
If I were a father and my daughter had a reputation as a whore, it would hurt my soul, and I love mom too much to put her through that pain.
But it would be interesting to travel to other countries on vacation or for work and fornicate without problems; no one would know me and it would be totally secret.
I would only have to go out, choose the most beautiful women I saw, if possible with a nice ass and that's it, I wouldn't have to do much.
Surely I would only have to ask them for sex and they would gladly accept.
At least I would...
If a beautiful white-haired, purple-eyed woman came to me and asked me for sex, I would accept without hesitation.
Or am I the weird one?
No...
If someone doesn't accept such an offer, it's because they're either crazy or hypocritical.
I'm not the weird one.
Well, maybe a little...
Sigh
"Where the fuck is my sister?"
I whisper, looking boredly up at the blue sky, avoiding the annoying stares of people walking past me.
It's like I'm a fucking monkey in a zoo.
Has the school found out yet that I hit those kids?
They should...
They have cameras everywhere, if they haven't found out by now they should fire someone.
Will Mom get mad?
I'd better tell her before the principal calls her, sooner or later they have to summon her to talk about it.
Sigh
It's been almost an hour and sister still hasn't arrived...
"Son are you okay?"
I heard an agitated voice next to me, a voice so unfamiliar but familiar to me.
"Mom?"
What is she doing here?
Shouldn't she be working?
Where is sister?
"My son, tell mom what happened to your face?"
Mom asked with concern in her tired eyes, bending down to my height as she touched my bruise carefully.
Mom was dressed in a McDonald's outfit, the old light blue uniform, apparently she just got off work. She has three jobs, one at McDonald's, one as a stocker at Walmart and the last one at KFC.
She works from 7 a.m. to 12 p.m.
She pretty much just comes in to sleep and nothing else...
Sigh
"Come on mom I'll tell you about it on the way, it's a great story!"
I said cheerfully, as a big smile broke out on my face, doing my best not to worry my mother.
"But..."
"No buts, come on!"
I smiled softly, grabbing mom's hand and pulling her with me towards nowhere in particular.
"Are you...so cheerful?"
Mom smiled quizzically, letting go of me.
We walked along in silence, as I felt Mom's calloused hands on the way, thinking about how to explain to her without causing her too much pain about the problems at school.
"What are you doing here mom, shouldn't big sister be coming?"
I asked, looking curiously at her face.
"She... *sigh* Your sister couldn't get off work earlier, so she called me to see if I could come get you" mom replied, dropping her shoulders for some reason.
"Why, your mom can't come pick you up, are you embarrassed?"
Smiled mom as she spoke with a sad tone...
Lowering her face, she sighed with a reluctant expression "*Sigh* Sis would take me to see my girlfriend..."
"*cough* *cough*" Mom coughed violently, apparently choking on her own saliva "Y-you what?"
"My girlfriend..."
"My boy has a girlfriend...my boy has a girlfriend..." Mom whispered over and over again, as her eyes dimmed for a moment, but out of nowhere, her eyes regained their light, before turning to me to speak to me with hope in her voice "Didn't you say that when you grow up you will marry mom?"
"Pffff~ Hahahaha" I laughed heartily, firming my stomach as I did my best to keep my tears from spilling out of the corner of my eye, then looking at her with obvious satisfaction as she happily replied "Yes, I'm getting married to mom, that's why I don't and won't have a girlfriend"
At that moment a warmth flooded my heart, a beautiful feeling I had never felt in my other life, it felt so right and perfect that involuntarily a big smile broke out on my face.
This is something I apparently promised when I was 3 years old, at that time I didn't understand anything about marriage, but mom asked me if I would marry her in the future and I agreed without further thought.
Looking at her out of the corner of my eye, I could see that all her pain had disappeared as she touched her chest, letting out a long sigh of what seems to be relief.
"Don't joke with mom like that, my heart almost jumped out of my chest"
She spoke to me with obvious reproach in her voice, frowning, making her even more beautiful than she is.
Even though I've lived an adult life and it's kind of embarrassing for me to act like a child, it feels amazing somehow...
"Hmph!" I averted my gaze, while hiding my smile of happiness.
How could I not be happy?
Mom rarely spends time with me, in all my life she spent so little time with me that if I count the days with my hands I would have fingers left over.
Maybe it's my fault, though...
Books can be a death trap.
"Now tell me, what happened to your face?"
Mom asked, stopping walking to look at me seriously.
"Well here's the thing..." I sighed mentally, then told her everything that happened with the trio of bitches, from when they started bullying me, to the times I tried to defend myself only to get beaten up even more.
In the course of my story we kept walking, but I kept looking at mom while I was talking, her expression changed many times, she started with astonishment, then concern, but the more I told what happened her expression changed to total anger, but before she could explode even more I started to tell what happened today.
"... Then when I was lying on the ground I realized that I simply couldn't beat them hard, so I went for a broom so I could defend myself well, and when I already had it in my hand, I went to look for them where they always usually are" I explained the whole last thing quickly, while I felt mom's hand tighten more and more with mine "And that's where I found them, they were all 3 gathered with their backs to me What do you think I did mom?"
"What did you do?"
Mom asked in a strained voice, looking at me with obvious concern in her voice.
"I hit them, I started with Jake and then moved on to the others, by the time I finished hitting them they were all 3 crying on the floor"
I smiled puffing out my thin chest proudly, waiting for mom's praise.
"WHY ARE YOU SMILING!"
Mom shouted, glaring at me angrily for the first time in my life.
"M-mom?"
I spoke to her with bewilderment and fear at her current expression.
"YOU THINK IT'S OKAY TO HIT OTHER KIDS!!!?" She screamed again as she squeezed my hand tightly.
"YOU COULDN'T TELL YOUR TEACHERS ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING ON!!!? YOU HAD TO HIT THEM!!!?" Mom continued to yell.
"But mom...!" I tried to protest, annoyed that she didn't understand me.
If I spoke to the teachers, they said they would talk to the demons, but instead of them stopping their abuse, they only became more constant.
What's the use?
"NO BUT! YOU WILL GO APOLOGIZE TO THEM TOMORROW!" he shouted back, glaring at me fiercely.
"NO! NO I WON'T!" I screamed in response, while my eyes were already blurred with tears streaming from my eyes "THEY BEAT ME DAILY AND NEVER APOLOGIZED WHY WOULD I !?"
"THIS IS WHAT WE TAUGHT YOU!? SOLVE EVERYTHING BY HITTING!? YOU'RE A CHILD CHRISTIAN, YOU SHOULDN'T BE FIGHTING WITH PEOPLE!"
I yell, jerking my arm away as i answered her.
At this point my tears were already coming out uncontrollably, as my mind was quickly collapsing from the strong emotions I was feeling.
"TEACH ME!? WHAT HAVE THEY BEEN TEACHING ME!? TO GET HIGH EVERY DAY LIKE DADDY DOES!!? OR TO PUT UP WITH HIS BEATINGS EVERY DAY JUST BECAUSE HE RAN OUT OF DRUGS!!!?"
I screamed at the top of my lungs, not caring about the people watching the whole thing as a spectacle.
"Son..."
Mom lowered her voice, as she looked at me in bewilderment..
"NO! LET ME FINISH!" I screamed, as a sharp pain began to form in my chest, as I took out all my frustrations on her "YOU'RE NEVER HOME! EVERY TIME I COME HOME YOU'RE NOT THERE!!!! EVERY TIME I WAKE UP YOU ARE NOT THERE!!!, I HAVE TO LIVE EVERY DAY WITH A FATHER WHO IS WORSE THAN GARBAGE, WHILE YOU ARE NOT THERE!!!!! EVERY TIME I GET HOME I GET BEATEN, I GET TO SCHOOL, I GET BEATEN, DO YOU THINK IT'S EASY, DO YOU THINK I LIKE IT? NO! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!!!"
I quickly let go of mom's hand, before running with all my might to a nearby park, sore from all this shit.
How did it come to this?