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"The Mathewso-ns: A Takeover"
Chapter 1
by c.w. cobblestone
*While ages are not listed in this story, because I prefer to leave descriptive details to the reader's imagination, no sexual behavior or discussions occur with any under-age characters in this, or any my novels.
I gazed at my shoes, unable to maintain eye contact with anyone in the room.
My fa-ther's gruff voice broke the silence. "Okay, Tommy, what the hell's going on? What's the big news?"
Mom frowned. "Let me guess. You don't look very happy, so this has something to do with ... her again."
"Carmen?" I glanced up at my mo-ther before again averting my gaze. "Well, yeah. It does."
"Ugh, then it's obviously bad news, whatever this is." Mom shifted in her chair. "Okay, Tommy, what now? Did she leave you for some biker again?"
My fa-ther threw up his hands. "What the hell, Tommy? She left you again? How many times are you going to let her do this to you, boy? Run off with some prick, leave you and the kids, and then come crawling back after a few days? She's done it three, four times already."
"She only did it twice."
"Oh, well I guess that makes it okay, then." Dad shook his head. "Come on, Tommy, dump the trailer trash bitch and move on with your life."
"Please don't call her that."
"Why? That's what she is. A gold-digging, trailer trash bitch. Let her stay gone this time."
"Dad, she didn't leave."
"She didn't? Then, what's the big news? You finally divorcing the cunt?"
"Come on, Dad, please stop talking about her like that."
"Whatever, boy, what's this big news you called a goddamn family meeting for?"
My older sister Jenny finally piped up: "Yeah, Tommy, you said this was something that would affect us all."
"Well, it will ... in a way. Carmen is ... well, she met this guy."
"Ugh, here we go again." My mom rolled her eyes. "Let me guess. She's taking him to Hawaii on your money."
Jenny scoffed. "I still can't believe you paid for your wife to go on vacation with her boyfriend. Don't you have any pride, for God's sake? Who does that?"
"Jeez, how many times do I have to tell you guys? Carmen was ab-used when she was a little girl. She's got a lot of problems she's still trying to work out because of it, including intimacy issues."
"Intimacy issues? Are you kidding me?" My sister's eyes flashed. "She didn't have any intimacy issues when she went off to Hawaii with her scumbag boyfriend before he dumped her — and when she got a ticket for public indecency after getting caught with that jerk under the bleachers during the Fourth of July parade."
My fa-ther growled at the memory. "Argh, I'm tired of that bitch embarrassing the family, Tommy. Divorce her already."
"You don't just divorce someone because they have problems; you stick it out. I told you, she was ab-used as a kid, and now she seeks validation through sex. I've tried to get her to go to therapy—"
"She's getting all the therapy she needs," Jenny deadpanned. "Sex therapy."
My mom made a sour face. "Ugh, enough about that hussy. Now, what's this news that's going to affect the whole family, Tommy? Come on, let's get this over with."
"Well ..." I scratched my eyebrow. "This guy Carmen met ... Victor ... well, he's ... um, he's moving in with us."
"He's what?" Dad screamed.
"Over my dead body." My mo-ther sprang forward and slapped my face like she did countless times when I was a kid.
Tears welled in my eyes as I rubbed my stinging cheek. "Ma, he doesn't have anywhere else to stay."
"Oh, so he's some homeless guy. Are you kidding me with this bullsh-it, Tommy? Are you honestly going to let some homeless man move into your home ... with your chil-dren? My grandchil-dren? I'm telling you right now, that's not going to happen."
"He's not homeless. His lease is ending soon, and he's in between jobs right now. He's a carpenter."
"I don't care if he's a fucking archeologist! Those kids are not going to be put through this wringer any longer — that bitch has already ruined their lives enough with her bullsh-it."
"Their lives aren't ruined, Ma. They've met Victor already, and everyone gets along."
Dad stared me down. "You are one sorry so-nofabitch, you know that? Pathetic. I can't believe I raised you."
"Well, you and that whore of yours can do whatever you want, but my grandkids won't be involved in it," Mom said. "Not anymore."
"Look, Ma, I'm sorry, but ... well, there's really nothing you can do about it."
She slapped me again. "The hell there isn't. I'll take that bitch to court and get custody of those kids before I let them be exposed to any more of her degenerate bullsh-it."
"They're not going to be exposed to anything inappropriate; I'm telling you!"
"Some guy your wife is seeing outside her marriage is moving into your home," Dad snapped. "That's pretty goddamn inappropriate if you ask me."
"Victor is really good with them! He does fun stuff with them like waterskiing — and he took them skydiving last week. Come on, this won't be that bad, guys. It's not like poly relationships don't exist. Please try to be understanding about this. We're making it work."
Mom sneered. "Yeah, you're making it work by letting that bitch walk all over you. And now you've got the gall to sit there and tell me this jerk who's screwing your wife is good with my grandchil-dren."
Jenny shook her head. "I can't believe I'm even related to you. How can anyone be such a wuss?" She mimicked me. "'My wife's boyfriend is great with the kids. He takes them skydiving.'"
"Look, I'm sorry you can't see things my way. I ... I ..." My eyes watered. "I love her. She has problems, I know ... but I'm not going to abandon her. I'm just not. I don't care what anyone thinks."
Enraged, my fa-ther jumped to his feet, grabbed my collar, and yanked me out of my chair. "THAT'S IT!!! Get the fuck out of my house, you goddamn wimp loser!" He booted me in the ass, propelling me toward the door. "I can't believe I raised a sorry so-nofabitch like you."
"And don't come back," Mom yelled as I crossed the threshold. "I don't ever want to see you again — except in court!"
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Billy paused his video game when I plodded through the front door.
"Hey, Dad. Mom and ... um, Victor said they wanted to see you as soon as you got home. They're ... uh, upstairs."
Unable to muster a word, I nodded at my so-n and trudged up the stairwell.
After several seconds and deep breaths, I summoned the courage to rap on the door three times. A wave of hum-iliation washed over me at the notion of having to knock to enter my own bedroom.
"Come in," Victor called from inside, and I was doubly mortified that it was my wife's lover giving me permission to enter — as if it was his fucking house.
Because it was his fucking house now. I was just having a hard time getting used to it.
The sheets were a mess and the room reeked of their fluids.
Carmen propped her hand behind her on the pillow and leered. "Did you tell 'em?"
"Um, yeah."
"Didn't I tell you to address my woman proper when the kids aren't around, bitch?" Victor snapped. "You want another slap?"
"No, sir, I'm sorry ... yes, Ma'am, I told everyone."
My wife raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"They reacted how I figured they would, Ma'am. My mom said she never wants to see me again, other than in court."
My wife and her paramour snickered.
"Oh, well," Carmen shrugged. "I never liked those assholes anyway. Especially that fat old bitch. If I never see her again, that's fine by me."
"Yes, Ma'am. But she says she's going to fight for custody of the kids."
"Oh, really?" My wife's jaw clenched. "Based on what?"
"She says what we're doing is inappropriate."
"How so? Stepfa-thers join families all the time."
"I don't know where she's coming from, Ma'am. I tried to tell everyone we weren't doing anything wrong ... and that the kids all love Master."
Carmen's nostrils twitched. "You actually told them that?"
"Yes, Ma'am ... I told them how Master takes them waterskiing ... and how he took them skydiving last week."
"And what did they say?"
"They didn't want to hear it, Ma'am." I squared my shoulders. "But I told them this is how things are, and that there's nothing they can do about it."
"Bullsh-it."
"No, Ma'am, I actually said that." I left out the part about my mo-ther slapping the sh-it out of me.
"Well, miracles never cease," Carmen said, tilting her head back for a kiss. Her lover didn't disappoint.
After they came up for air, Victor smirked. "That's a good lil' wimp. I doubt your cunt of a mom will make any trouble. She's probably just flapping her gums."
"Yes, sir."
"And let the bitch try to get custody if she wants. There's absolutely nothing illegal about anything we're doing; what we do in the privacy of our bedroom is our business."
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good bitch. Now, recite your pledge."
"Yes, sir." Per our new custom, I dropped to my knees and folded my hands in prayer. "Um, it's an honor to serve you, Master Victor. All I want is to please you, sir."
"Well, you pleased me today, wimp." Victor pulled my wife closer. "Telling your family that I'm moving in was a major step. I'm proud of you, Doofus."
"Thank you, sir."
Victor kissed Carmen's forehead and sneered at me from his position on the bed. "Now, then, Doofus — this hot little bitch done wore me out. Good pussy makes me hungry; know what I mean?"
"Yes, sir."
"No, you don't." Carmen chuckled. "The only good pussy you've had in ten years is your hand."
I bowed my head.
Victor clapped twice. "Chop chop, wimp! Run your ass downstairs and get started on dinner. We'll be down in about 20 minutes."
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Lisa scowled at her plate.
"Why is there broccoli in here, Tom?" My youngest dau-ghter had stopped calling me "dad" as soon as Victor entered the picture, and she spat my name like her mom always did, as if the word disgusted her.
"I'm sorry, it's the California medley, and it had broccoli already in it."
Lisa shoved her plate forward. "Well, I don't want it. You know I don't like broccoli; would it be too hard to pick it out of mine?"
"Anything's too hard for Doofus," her older sister Yvonne said, using Victor's pet name for me. She looked to her mom's boyfriend for approval. He gave it to her with a nod and a smirk.
I ignored the barb and stabbed at my salmon filet while the girls chatted with their mom and Victor about their planned waterskiing jaunt the following weekend. Watching this man dominate my dinner table so effortlessly, with my wife and dau-ghters completely in his thrall, was eating me up inside.
Billy seemed to notice my anguish, because he asked a rhetorical question out of the blue: "So, Dad, you ready for Friday?"
I smiled. "Oh, yeah."
Victor set his fork down. "Friday? What's Friday?"
"The Comic Convention." Billy's face lit up. "We go every year. Chaz Janso-n is going to be there this year, and there's a raffle to win a real Captain Thunderbolt costume that they used in the movie."
I felt a sick feeling in my stomach watching Victor consider my so-n's explanation with pursed lips. He glanced at me with a twinkle in his eye and leaned back in his chair.
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