POM Part 20: You Don't Talk About Them by RedPhantom ()
“Sarah, don’t.” Andy grabbed her hand.
“Why not?” She pouted.
“We talked about this.”
“Sarah, please. I can’t sleep with you. I have to finish school. I can’t go back home, and I don’t want to risk needing to because I got you pregnant.”
“You wouldn’t need to. Other people go to school with families.”
“You don’t understand. You don’t know my family.”
“No, I don’t. You don’t talk about them.”
Andy sighed. “It’s complicated.”
“Talk to me.” She pulled him back to the bed. He resisted. “Just to talk.”
He relented and curled up with her again. It was tempting to forget about talking and give into her. But he couldn’t.
“The man who impregnated my mom hurt her. Her husband adopted me. Things went pretty good for a while. My sister and I didn’t know about it. And my dad thought my mom was doing okay. Then he wanted to meet me.”
“Steve is my dad, not that monster.”
“I’m sorry. It’s confusing.”
“His name was Sam. I’ll call him that. Anyway, Sam wanted to meet me. He never did. My parents fought it, and he died before was settled. But everyone knew what had happened then. There were even some people who thought because he impregnated my mom, they should have let me meet him. The thing was, he was in prison because he beat his wife. And I would’ve had to go to the prison to meet him.
About that time, my mom started drinking. It was just a little at first. Then it got to be more and more. Apparently, things I did or said reminded her of him. As I got older, I started to look like Sam. It got to be she couldn’t handle being around me. I tried to be gone as much as possible. I stayed with friends or at my girlfriend’s. My mom got all upset because she thought I was sleeping with her. I just slept on the couch. But it made it worse. I even slept in my car a few times. My dad had a fit about that.
“I moved to Illinois to give her space. If I fathered a child, she’d worry again. She’s staying sober mostly now, but that would get her going again.
“I can barely afford school now. How would I afford it with a kid? Right now, everything is good at home. I can’t be selfish and messed that up.”
For a bit, Sarah didn’t say anything. Andy understood. What do you say after a story like that? He just didn’t like the silence.
“So how about them…”
“If you bring up baseball, I’ll shoot you.” Sarah frowned.
Andy laughed. “Just breaking the silence before got awkward. Do you want to go downtown tomorrow?”
“And do what?”
“I don’t know. We’ll take the train down and walk around till we see something. Or maybe we could go to a museum.”
Sarah nodded. “That sounds good.”
“I’ll make breakfast.” He offered.
“Should I stay the night?” She kissed him.
“You can but…”
“I know, we won’t.” She assured him, but the way she was kissing him made him wonder if she’d try again.