Bad Girl Pt. 01 by BigMadStork,BigMadStork

I meekly say, “Hello.”

Randy has been drinking and isn’t too bright, “So this is the soft Army man, huh? Cries to momma when he loses a girlfriend. I have seen this kind of war-mongering dude before, their pussies.”

Jane stands mortified and borderline crying. She’s embarrassed as she knows the pride her brother has in his service to our country.

Randy doesn’t stop, “I think it’s funny when those crazy church people protest a serviceman’s burial. They don’t deserve to be praised for not ducking in time.”

My mother is holding my hand tight; she doesn’t want me to kill him, and that’s exactly what I want to do.

My mother plays dirty pool with me, “She whispers; you fought for free speech. It can be ugly at times, but the alternative is worse. Ignore the stupid mother fucker.”

My mother made me grin. She’s quite the woman.

Then Randy made a big mistake. He grabs Jane’s arm and announces, “We’re leaving.”

Jane rips her arm away from Randy and screams at him, “NO! You’re NOT leaving until you sober up. You’re embarrassing me with your behavior.”

Poor Randy didn’t like that. He grabbed her again and tried to pull her towards her car. Mom is telling me to drop it. She has both hands on me.

Jane broke free and took a step towards me. Randy trips her, causing her to stumble. Mom let go of my hands. Both Randy and I step forward to help her up. She reaches out to me, and I see her hands and knees got scraped; there is blood. Randy grabs her arm again.

Time slows down, my anger skyrockets. In a flash, my long muscular arm is around Randy’s throat. I start contracting my hand slowly. He drops Jane’s arm, and I have his attention 100%.

I am close enough that as I speak, my spit hits his face. My face is red from anger, and my forehead is scrunched up to show my rage; he understands.

I use a commanding voice, “I have done all kinds of shit, including killing many humans to serve our country faithfully and proudly. I let you shoot your stupid mouth off because our country allows you to say any dumb-ass thing you want; not all countries allow that. But you grab my sister in anger; that ENRAGES me.

“In a flash, I can kill you. However, you’re just a dumb-ass punk that doesn’t know better. You do now. If you want to date my sister, as nice and sexy a woman you will ever find, you better shape up. With me, you only get one chance. You’ve used that one. Don’t YOU EVER make me have to teach you a lesson. Now, give me your car keys.”

With a trembling hand, he gives me his keys.

I continue the commands, “You are obviously too drunk to drive. Call your parents, a friend, or Uber. I don’t give a damn. Tomorrow, have either your mother or father come get your keys from me personally. I will hand over your keys to them. Now get off my property NOW!”

He ran as fast he could, tripping only once.

Jane is in tears with blood trailing down her thin legs.

I pick Jane up, “Mom, first aid kit, please. Kitchen.”

I bring Jane into the kitchen, set her on the counter, then use a clean towel to clean her knees and the palms of her hands. She has tears falling down her face but has not spoken a word.

Once mom arrives, I add the ointment, non-stick pads to her palms and knees, then tape them to hold them in place. Jane puts out her arms wide, like a little girl. I come close to her, and she tries to wrap her arms around me. She cries and tells me she’s sorry about her boyfriend.

I am tired, it’s late, and my emotions are fried. I am still dealing with Vickie, and that’s not going well.

I announce, “It’s been a rough day; I’m going to bed. Let me sleep in.”

At this time of night, none of the staff is around. Mom refuses to call them servants. I know the maids clean my room every day. As my loud footfalls go up the grand stairway, I turn to the right, the family wing of the house. Guest rooms are to the left. My room is on the right, Jane’s on the left, and Mom and dad’s (when he was alive) is on end, the biggest room by far. The opposite end of the house has five rooms, all smaller but tastefully decorated.

Tonight, mom is between me and my door. She grabs my hand and “drags” me to her room. Jane looks sad but doesn’t say a word.

Once in mom’s room, she puts her arms around me and cries.

After a few minutes, she says, “I thought I was going to lose you. I already lost your father, and losing you would have killed me. I need you close to me, and I need to know that you’re safe. Please humor an old broad with her silly feelings.”

I express my feelings, “Mom, my life is shit right now. I am in a downward spiral. I lost my girlfriend. I lost my job. They saw me; I can’t ever go back even if they did want me. I still don’t know how to deal with my military past either. I am a flawed man and I have no clue what to do with my life. I am lost.”

I pat him on the back, “Tomorrow, you sleep in, lift your weights, go swimming, and I will check in about your old job. You know I can be very persuasive. Strip and get in bed. I will be a few minutes.”

I strip to my boxers. No way I get in a bed naked with my mother. I love my mother, but not that way. I mean, sure, she’s a great-looking woman. She’s thin, has a good-sized rack, gorgeous big blue eyes. Her smile is genuine and infectious. It’s her playful and outgoing personality that makes everyone like her. Nobody can hate my mother; it’s just not possible.”