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Potential - S01 E172

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Potential - S01 E172

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 172

"Do you want her to find out?"

"No." Deana started walking.

He grabbed her hand. "But you, um, you might as well have told her."

"I knew she wouldn't notice while you were doing that to her. Don't worry about her."

His sister was lying. Evan fell backward on the bed. His mother was okay with Deana fucking another girl, and Deana was cool with her friend knowing she jerked her brother off, and Jason would do anything. Was he the only one that worried?

It was Thursday night; Evan kicked violently at the covers then dropped his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He wanted to be asleep so he could get up early and take care of Miss Style's pool and lawn.

He walked to the window. The moon illuminated the trees, creating a creepy Stephen King style illusion of daytime. Deana's words kept needling his brain. Candy had taken up for them and taken the heat off many times. What he was thinking had first fizzled in his mind while he was crying himself to sleep the night he kissed Candy. It might have come up again while he was throwing rocks at the fence, but today, after dinner, when he tried again to get his mother to forget about talking to his father for him, it became a whirlwind of thought. Candy told him, "Keep yourself busy upstairs, and I'll handle your father." What did handle mean? It couldn't be what he was thinking, not when she was the babysitter. He felt nauseous.

Gloria saw her mother as an ax-wielding goddess, but that didn't mean she should be fighting his battles, not against his father. He turned towards the door. It was the third time he thought about going downstairs. Was he doing what his mother told him to do, or was he being a coward?

Candy hadn't expected John to be in a good mood. He hated going to China, but being with Sally had fortified her courage. Evan deserved a chance to live out his dreams. Somebody in that house should. That was why she had ignored her premonition, put on appealing clothes and pleaded Evan's case.

"That little shit," John said.

"Take it easy," Candy said.

"He disobeyed a direct order, and you want me to take it easy."

"John, this isn't the Army,' Candy said. "He knew you'd say no and he needed to-

"If he knew what I would say, then why the hell would he do the opposite!

"You know how teenagers are. She tightened her arms at her sides. "They see things different. You should give him a chance to prove himself."

"Prove himself!" John said. "He proved he knows how to go behind my back and do what I told him not to do. Deana doesn't seem to have a problem doing what she's told, no boys, no makeup. She doesn't do the opposite"

"Honey," she said pressing her breasts together, "you need to let him do what he loves. Maybe he'll be good at it."

John pointed a beefy finger at her face. "You listen to me, and you listen good, I'm his father and what say goes. I don't need you telling me what I should do. I don't want him mixed up in racing and that's final."

"What am I?" Candy asked. "What the hell am I? Don't I have any say in what-

The buttons of her blouse scattered, falling to the carpet without a sound. "Who do you think you are?" he asked, staring at her black satin bra.

"I'm their mother. I raised them. She didn't want to cry, but tears rolled down her cheeks anyway. "I should have a say in-" Her expensive bra snapped like string and hung at her sides with the torn blouse.

"You're their mother? Is that what you think?" His hand wrapped halfway around her neck. "You think you have a say?" The wall felt cold on the back of her head. "Look at you," he roared and roughly handled her breasts. "You're a kid from the trailer park, and you think you raised them. You're their babysitter."

"Stop it, stop, you're hurting me. Stop. His grip tightened, and she got lightheaded.

Evan had accumulated a long list of firsts since summer vacation started, but none like this. He threw open his parent's door without knocking and charged in. "Dad, stop that, stop," he yelled, still moving in the direction of the huge man he had always feared. His concern grew more urgent with each step. His father turned, and Evan saw his mother pinned to the wall by her throat. Her face was red, and her breasts were fully exposed. "Let her go."

"Now you want to tell me what to do, too?"

Evan stopped short. His father's hand wasn't on his mother's neck anymore, but the red finger prints it left behind scarred Evan's memory. He didn't notice his father's arm was moving until it was too late. The man's massive fist crashed into Evan's face. There was a moment of black nothingness; then his head hit the floor. The Impact created bright flashes of lights behind his eyes, His vision returned. It was blurred, but he saw his mom's dangling bra

straps, her breasts, scored neck, and her stunned face.

His father moved, and his shadow fell on Evan, "You little shit! Did you really think you could get away with that stunt?"

"Dad, 1-

"Shut your mouth. You think because you got an opportunity to race, that makes you man enough to barge in here and tell me what to do?"

"Dad, please, I, ah, I just wanted to race. Mom didn't even know about it." He felt weightless as his father yank him to his feet.

"Listen up,' his father said without releasing the front of Evan's shirt.

Evan heard Candy's voice, John, don't hurt him." She pulled her blouse closed and crossed her arms over her chest. Tears streamed down her face. "Please don't hurt him."

His dad pointed at her and said, "You shut up," then started in on Evan again. "You want to race, you get a job and support yourself." His father shook him. "You want to live here, you'll do what tell you. Don't you ever put her in the middle, ever!"

"Dad, I'm sorry," he said fighting his desire to use his fists. "I didn't

"You did. You disobeyed me, then you got her on your side. You think I'm stupid?"

"No, Sir, no."

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