A/N: Poor Mary Beth, she hates Tommy's growing up. She didn't have to act like a Bitch though. Do you think she'll be able to find a comfortable place with Kim and Tommy being together?

Warning- Rape is discussed in this chapter.

Mini Summary- A thought, a flashback, and Mary Beth and Thomas argue.

Chapter 14- Emotions

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Smoke Shop

While the cat's away, the mice will play. Tommy mused as Kim and him entered the smoke shop.

The time was roughly one o'clock in the afternoon. His mom had work, so that left Kim, Tommy, and his dad. Of course, his dad was the more lenient one, and Tommy simply told him of their plans for the day- take Kim out to lunch and sightseeing. His dad thought that was a wonderful idea. Obviously, before going home, she wanted to stop at the smoke shop.

Mrs. Oliver left for work with clouded thoughts. She didn't want to go in, and she even attempted to call off work. However, that wasn't possible. With Mr. Oliver not working, they needed the money really bad. Tommy's been helping every time they asked.

Kim saw the cashier. He didn't look older than 25, and he was covered in tattoos. Yet, he had the warmest smile on his face. He looked about 5'8", and he had blue eyes that were covered with eyeglasses, jet black hair, and he was rather muscular.

"Greetings." The cashier said with a smile.

Tommy warmed up to the man as well. "Hello." He greeted.

The man looked at Tommy and Kim. "What a lovely couple, you two make." He complimented.

"Thank you." Kim acknowledged. "What's your name?" There was something about the man in front of her that Kim found very soothing.

"My name is Alpha, but I go by my nickname Five." He answered and smiled at them again. "What are your names?"

Kim and Tommy told them their names. He was pleased to meet them. She began to look around. "Can I have salvia?"

"Ah, salvia divinorum." He went to look in the back. After a minute or two, he walked out with a black box. "Now, I have several packages, how much of it do you need?"

The couple spoke amongst themselves.

"I'd think about 5 grams." Tommy replied like he knew what he was talking about. Kim nodded in agreement.

"10X or the 20X?" Five wondered as he saw both packages in the box he carried out.

"20X." Kim replied. She knew it was twice as potent as the regular stuff.

Five picked the one she requested. He placed the black box in the back of the store. "Would you like to purchase a glass pipe?" He asked because he knew the perfect one for the two.

"Yes, we would." Tommy obliged, since he knew that method was easier than smoking out of a swisher.

"I was hoping you would say that." Five bent down behind the display cases.

Kim and Tommy patiently waited. Tommy held Kim from behind, and she fell deeper into his chest. She really felt Tommy was her security blanket.

After a little bit, Five ascended to face his customers. He opened the box, and he showed them the content. One unique, glass, spoon, shaped pipe was two birds. A white falcon and a pink crane soaring.

Without hesitation, Kim vouched for it. "We'll take it." She felt it symbolized them very well. Their relationship was definitely soaring to new heights every single day. Their relationship became more and more intimate.

Tommy smiled. He kissed his girlfriend on the lips. He loved the pipe too.

"Anything else?" Five questioned nicely. He was about to ring them up.

"A carton of Newport 100s." Tommy wished and flashed another smile at Five. He really wondered why he had never come in here before. Then, the realization struck, in Angel Grove, he lived the church life- one of puritanical guidance. Now, he was stuck in between. Part of him was still the Catholic Boy, the other part, the Bouncer with the stripper girlfriend. His stripper girlfriend also had a past.

Five inputted the prices into the old fashioned cash register. "Is there anything else?"

Kim looked around. She saw something that caught her eye. "Strawberry primetimes, please." She knew those were bad for your lungs, but the lingering taste on the lips was pleasant.

"I could close for the day; you two are helping me make my quota very easily." Five joked with them.

They all laughed.

"Trust us, we need this stuff." Kim referenced Tommy's deranged mother. She was still annoyed with his mom.

"Alright, the total is $177.81." Five read his machine. Since he thought they were a nice couple, he decided to give them a discount. "Hold on." He subtracted the discount. Tommy and Kim looked at him; they were going to pay for full amount. He didn't need to do that for them. "$133.41"

Tommy shook his head kindly. "We will pay the $177.81. You didn't have to do that, you've been really nice to us. It wouldn't feel right." Tommy explained to him the reason he couldn't take the 25% discount.

"Are you sure?" Five had never been turned down. When he gave discounts, people jumped at the chance. There was something about these two that he found really comforting. He wondered if they were related in another life.

"Yes." Kim handed him her Visa card. She did her thing, and she signed off on it. She gave him a wide smile.

Five handed them their items in a solid, black, colored bag. "Have a nice day." He smiled at them.

"You too." Tommy shot a nod his way. With that, Kim and Tommy left hand in hand.

Another man came out from the back. He looked down at his son. "Alpha."

Five looked. He knew his dad was serious when he called him by his first name. "Yes, father." He saw his dad's outfit. A white, long sleeved shirt, khaki pants, and brown shoes. Alpha and his father had the same colored hair and eyes, and their facial features were similiar as well.

"There was something about that couple. I find them leading down a dangerous path. Tonight it's Salvia, tomorrow it could be something else." His father sensed the brewing troubles.

"Father, don't you think they are sweet couple though?" Five never questioned his father's sixth sense, but he knew there was some good in them.

"They are indeed, but they are going to encounter an uphill battle." Zordon, Alpha's father, solemnly confessed. "I hope they are strong enough to get through it." He looked behind the display case. "Where's the pipe?"

Five was wary to say he sold it. "Um, the couple bought it." He said.

Zordon shot straight up. "Did she hesitate to buy it?" He needed to know.

"Nope, she seemed rather please. Like it was meant for her and her boyfriend." Five described Kim's reactions.

"Interesting." Zordon kept his thoughts to himself. Five furrowed his brows, he was curious to know what his father retained in that big brain of his.

Xxxxx

Oliver Residence

Tommy left the carton of cigarettes in his truck. There was no point in lugging it around, plus those were backups. Everything else was stashed in Kim's purse.

The young couple entered the home.

"Dad." Tommy called out. He looked around, wondering where his father was.

"Mr. Oliver!" Kim yelled. She looked too, and then she saw it. Mr. Oliver was in the backyard smoking a cigarette. She had no clue he was into that.

Junior, as he was dubbed by his Dad, walked onto the porch of the backyard. He saw his father smoking away.

"Shit." Mr. Oliver exclaimed as he put the cigarette out rather quickly. No one was supposed to know. He watched his son and his son's girlfriend staring back at him. He felt embarrassed.

"Dad, you don't need to be embarrassed." Tommy soothed. He approached his father, and he saw the worry on his face. "How long?" He asked about the smoking.

Mr. Oliver sighed heavily. "On and off for the past decade, but it's gotten worse since I lost my job." He buried his face in his hands. Really, no one was to know about his nasty habit.

"Don't worry, Mr. Oliver. Your secret is safe with us." Kim smiled at him. She liked him, a lot more than his wife that's for sure. She lightly giggled to herself. Her eyes traveled to Tommy. She saw the internal battle, and she encouraged him to tell the dad about his smoking.

"I smoke cigarettes too." Tommy cautiously admitted. His dad was speechless.

"Me too." Kim added. She gave a warm smile to Mr. Oliver. "Trust us, you aren't alone. We won't tell, as long as you don't tell."

"Guess, Mary Beth has to stay in the dark." Thomas didn't want to worry his wife, and most of all, he didn't want to hear her yapping away about the 'Top 10 Reasons Why Smoking Can Kill You'. He had really taken a liking to Kimberly. "Thank you."

Tommy gave a loving hug to his dad. "What mom doesn't know won't hurt her. Okay?"

"Right, now what do you two smoke?" Mr. Oliver was very curious. He observed Kim take out the pack from her purse. A disgusted expression formed on Mr. Oliver's face. "Menthols? Yuck."

"Don't be so judgmental. What do you smoke?" The young man queried. He watched his dad take out the Pall Mall pack. Now, Kim and Tommy had a disgusted face. "Okay, there's a guy that we work with, and he's always smoking those things." Tommy noted one of the cooks at the strip club.

"Speaking of your work, where do you work?" Thomas inquired. He took out a cigarette. Kim got out her lighter, and she sparked it up for him.

Tommy somewhat froze. "I work at a movie theater." He maintained the lie he had been telling everyone.

His dad exhaled the smoke. "A movie theater." He unbelievingly echoed. "Tommy, sometimes I see you deposit $1,000 into your mom's bank account. Now, since when do you get that much money at a movie theater." He's been guessing his son wasn't working at one.

Both workers at K0-35 Girls looked at one another. They weren't ready to divulge the secret.

"Does it matter, where I'm working?" Tommy asked a question. Mr. Oliver sat up straighter as he continued to puff away. "As long as it's legal, and I'm helping you and mom pay your bills, isn't that what matters?"

Mr. Oliver nodded. "You're right." He needed to hide the cigarette butts from his wife. He went to throw them away. "By the way, Mom gets home around six, feel free to smoke until then." He smiled and entered the home, knowing he needed to take a shower, put on cologne, and change clothes. He didn't want any traces on him.

"That was close." Kim sighed. She looked up at her boyfriend. "Are you ready?" She knew they were going to hotbox his room. It's what he wanted.

"Yup."

Both walked back into the house, and they went straight for his room. Tommy made sure to pick up a towel. He was going to place it at the bottom of the door.

Once inside his room, Tommy opened the window. He, also, opened the blinds to air out the smoke.

"Shoot, we need cups." Kim was going to mix them an alcoholic beverage. She looked around.

"I'll pick them up." He walked into the kitchen.

Kim's phone rang. She saw it was Andros. "Hey, Bro… what's going on?" She thought something was up. Yeah, he called, but she felt this was different.

"How's the vacation?" He politely questioned.

Kim rolled her eyes. She saw Tommy enter, and she kissed him. "Ugh, Tommy's mom is the biggest bitch in the world. You should've heard the things she said to me." She informed him of the showdown that occurred last night.

Andros was shocked. "What the fuck! Do I need to stick Cassie, Ash, or Karone on her?"

"No, nothing like that." Kim mouthed 'Andros' to Tommy. He asked who was on the phone. "Please, she's like a 45 year old woman, what would it look like having two 24 year olds and an 18 year old beating her up?"

"Good point. Is Tommy there?" He got to the point of the call.

Kim handed the phone to Tommy. She began to pack the pipe with salvia, mix the drinks, and cover his door with a towel. She was a multi-tasking machine.

"Hey, Andros." Tommy was nervous for some odd reason.

"Tommy." Andros greeted. "When are you and Kim coming back from vacation?"

"Um, it's Monday right now." Tommy thought out loud. He found the calendar in his room. "We'll be back this Saturday, maybe Sunday, why?"

"No rush, come home Sunday, but head to my house." His boss ordered.

"The DECA house?" Tommy was confused and anxious. "Am I in trouble?"

"Trust me, you aren't in trouble. Just come over on Sunday."

He hesitated a bit. He thought this was odd. "Am I going to get fired?"

Kim's head shot right to the phone and boyfriend. She was going to give her 'brother' a piece of her mind. An evil Kim was about to lash out because her hands were placed on her hips.

"Please, you know Kim would fucking kill me if I fired your ass." Andros bluntly stated. He thought about it. "Is Kim's hands on her hips?"

"Good to know that I'm not that transparent." Tommy chuckled. He looked at his girlfriend's stance. "Yes, Kim's hands are on her hips."

Kim raised the middle finger for Andros. Tommy shook his head with a smile.

"Tell her, 'I love her too.'" He smirked. "Anyways, I'm telling you it's a good thing. Come to my house this Sunday. Okay?"

"We will." Tommy relaxed. "Bye."

"Bye." Andros hung up.

"What was that about?" Kim questioned, while she handed him his cup of cranberry and vodka.

"We're going to the DECA house this Sunday." Tommy updated her as he swallowed.

Kim gulped down her drink with ease. "Do you know for what?"

"Andros said it's a good thing, so we're going. I'm not getting fired, so don't freak." He told her.

She rolled her eyes. Kim seized their new pipe, while holding it she felt attached to it. The Salvia was securely placed in there. "Are you ready?" Tommy nodded. Kim smoked first. The mouthpiece of the pipe was inserted into her mouth. She placed her right index finger over the hole, and she kindled the green plant in there. Inhaling deeply, Kim held it in.

Tommy grabbed it from her, and he paralleled her steps to a tee.

Both released their smoke. Immediately, both started to laugh like maniacs. They were hunched over just giggling. This was uncontrollable. No matter how much they wanted to stop, it continued. Tears poured down their eyes, while beads of sweat started to form on the top of their heads.

Kim swallowed some more of her vodka and cranberry. She took the pipe again, and she tried to light the stuff. Her body kept shaking with laughter, but she found her niche, and she took one, long, drag. She handed the piece to Tommy.

He mirrored her.

For a moment, Kim stayed frozen on his bed. The second hit got to her, and the hallucinogenic phase of the trip was beginning to take over. Literally, her life flashed before her eyes. She remembered what happened in Miami.

(Flashback)

Kim and her roommates from gymnastics- Renee and Jenna were at the dorm of some of the male gymnasts. Assorted colored prescription pills lined up the coffee table. There was even a large fish bowl full of pills. Most of them were opiates, which they found to be favorable.

In this dorm, there were 8 people. Three females (Kim, Renee, and Jenna) and five males (Paul, Marcel, Baron, Isaiah, and Elliot) were experimenting with drugs. Some crushed them into pieces as fine as salt, and began snorting them up their nose with Andrew Jackson decorated bills. Others decided to crush them, place the contents on a spoon, put a little bit of water, and heat the bottom, so the, now, liquid Oxycontin could fill an insulin syringe. That was to be injected into their arm or any other body part that wasn't riddled with collapsed veins.

The last two, Kim and Baron, they decided to smoke the pills. Kim had a piece of aluminum foil, it was probably 5X7". Just like a size of a picture. She had a straw, a red one from Burger King, and one pill of Oxycontin. The lighter was in her left hand, and she placed the straw into her mouth. The end of the straw was firmly on top of the pill. With one, swift move, Kim lit up the bottom where the aluminum foil had been placed to house the OC tablet. She moved it around the foil in sync with the straw in her mouth; she inhaled. The scorch marks of the tablet were the proof it had turned into a smoked form. She kept the smoke in.

Baron had his own materials. He began to smoke like she did.

As the smoke hit her lungs, it dispersed through everywhere else in her. Her body felt the impact of the powerful painkiller, and she exhaled deeply.

Her eyes began to get heavy. That didn't inhibit her from taking the drug again. She placed a larger dosage of Oxycontin on a new sheet of aluminum foil. Kim eagerly smoked the amount. Her straw slid along with the blue pill, and the skid marks were formed into a star. The smoldering pill circulated in her system. It hit everywhere inside of her with force. With that, she blew it out.

Now, her body was bent over and frozen. The pill was clearly present in her petite form. With her reserves gone, Baron helped Kim to stand up. He led her away from the prying eyes of her teammates. He knew the point she was at, he could take her.

He laid Kim on the bed, and he proceeded to undress her. Kim's body said no, but her mind was so blurred the occurrence hadn't properly registered with her. As she laid naked, no penetration yet, she finally figured it out. "No." Came out of her mouth.

"Yes." Baron told her as he began to jack himself off. He watched her like a bird does his prey, and he climbed on top of her. Baron began to kiss her along her neck, and he forcefully pushed himself inside of Kim's tight pussy.

The pain overwhelmed her. "No. No. NO!" She cried. The tears burned her face, and she kept wiping them off. She wanted him, no she begged him to stop. "Stop, please." She attempted to push him off, but he pinned her wrists on the bed. His strong hands acted as handcuffs. "Ow." He thrusted into her roughly, and he bit down on her breasts. He bit down as hard as he could on her nipple, thinking it was causing her pleasure.

"Give it to me, Kim." His mouth evilly hissed. Her pussy was extremely tight, and he loved that he was doing this to her. He loved that he forced her virginity as his trophy. "Oh God." He groaned.

Kim grew small under him. She didn't want it to happen like this. She was better than this. Her vagina got moister, and it wasn't because of her cum. It was because of a thinner, red colored, copper tasting liquid. "Stop… please." She begged for him to leave her alone. The blood traveled down her ass.

He didn't listen. He fucked her, so he could be imprinted mentally in her. "Fuck me back." He demanded. She laid there like she was brain dead, and he didn't like that. No, he was mad, and he wanted Kim to feel his anger. He forced her on her stomach.

The blood covered the sheets.

"Ow." Kim sobbed. He raped her from behind, and each thrust was harder than the last. He pulled her against him. The feeling of his glistening sweat on her back disgusted her. She wanted to throw up. "Please, please, I won't tell anyone, just stop." She pleaded again.

"No." He ripped into her, and he was close. He was ready to shoot his semen. To add insult to what he had done to her, he helped Kim turn around. His semen shot at her face. He felt gratification. He kissed Kim on top of her head. "I loved your pussy." He slithered for her.

(End Flashback)

"No!" Kim screamed. "No!" She repeated as she thrashed around. The illusion of her rape was still live in front of her. She magically felt Baron's coerced touches traveling along her body as reinforcement.

Tommy's trip wasn't like hers. He only saw a boat travel through his room. His in and out of body experience consisted of mild playbacks. He laughed about them, but as he heard Kim's outburst, he immediately got up.

He stumbled towards her. Still inebriated "Kim, snap out of it!" He demanded. He went to touch her arm, and that was the arm that Baron had used to turn her over, so he could bust in her face. Kim punched Tommy in the face. He covered his cheek on contact. "Shit!" Tommy cursed at her.

"I said no, and you didn't listen." Kim shook her head, while she cried out. She placed her knees to her chest. "I said no. I didn't want to lose it that way." Her body was racked with sobs. She was forced to give up her virginity, and she really wanted to forget, but it still haunted her. That's something she constantly has to live with. That's why she continued smoking Oxycontin, when she's high; she gets to a state of forgetfulness. Like nothing is wrong in the world, and that caused her stability. "I told you no, and how much it hurt." She rocked back and forth as she wept.

There was no doubt; this had to be Kim's worst trip. Tommy and Kim had smoked Salvia at the Halloween party, and she had no side effects like this. Tommy cautiously approached Kim. "Beautiful."

Kim's tear stained face looked at him. "To-To-Tommy?" She wasn't sure if she was seeing the real thing.

"Yes." His voice was gentle. He approached her with caution. "Are you okay?"

She needed to feel him. "Come here." She felt his body, and everything on him. She even felt his face, and she felt some stubble, his full flips, and his gelled hair. "Tommy." She hugged him tightly. She was finally safe.

"What happened?" He questioned her as he hugged her back. Her body cried against him.

"I relived my rape." She informed him. She waited for his outburst.

"WHAT?" Tommy had no previous knowledge of what had happened to her in Miami. Yeah, he knew about Kim's heavy drug usage, but not about her being raped. "You, you, oh my God." He was stunned. "Why did you keep that from me?"

"It's not something I like to talk about." Kim croaked. She grabbed Tommy's cup of vodka and cranberry. She finished it off. "I'm sorry Tommy. I shouldn't have kept it from you. I love you." She said in hoping to make it better.

He held her against him. "Maybe, we should stick to the regular salvia." Tommy suggested. The trip Kim suffered, that was too much.

"I'm fine, Tommy."

"No, you aren't. You relived your rape."

"Who's to say it will happen again?" Kim asked him.

Tommy grabbed the bottle of vodka. He drank it straight. The rough liquid entered his throat, and it found a resting spot in his stomach. He coughed a lot, but he needed the liquid courage. This was a lot for him to take in. "Doesn't it make you uncomfortable when you strip for men?"

"No. I got help with the rape. I saw a counselor." Kim replied. "Eventually, I forgot about it."

"Oxycontin?" Tommy asked if that was the counselor.

"Both." She informed. He nodded. "Come on, I'm tired." Salvia always made her tired. They were entangled in one another's arms as they slept. Kim tried with all her might to forget what happened when she was 16 and a half. The effects of the plant was beginning to wear off.

Two hours later. . .

Thomas Oliver knocked on his son's door. "Junior." He called. He had heard Kim's screaming, but after it subsided, he didn't think about talking to them. He liked giving his son his space.

A groggy Kim and Tommy heard the knock. They got up, and Tommy went to answer the door. "Yeah." He barely opened the door, just enough to make eye contact with his Dad.

"I was wondering, if you and Kim wanted to pick up dinner." He held up the coupon book him and his wife had created. "I think this place-" He looked at Tommy, and then he saw something. "What happened to your eye?"

Kim heard that. She quickly placed all the drinks, saliva, and the pipe away. She made sure there were no traces of anything smoke like or liquor related in his room. After she tidied a bit, she went up to Tommy. Kim looked at his face, and she emitted a gasp. His left eye was almost black.

Tommy thought of what could've caused it. He remembered Kim gave him a left hook. "Kim and I were play fighting, and she must've gotten me good." He explained the possibility.

His girlfriend nodded in relief. That sounded real enough.

"Oh, I'm sure. Kim's a little spit fire." Thomas commented. He chuckled at the sight of his son's black eye. "Well, better put some ice on it. Come on."

"Okay, we'll be out." He agreed, while he looked behind him. Everything was spic and span. He kissed Kim on the lips.

Kim gazed at him. "You aren't mad at me?" She was stunned.

"No, you did it while you were, you know." He didn't want to elaborate further. Kim nodded, and she kissed him on the lips.

She knew she needed to make it up to him tonight. As Kim walked in the living room with her boyfriend, she wondered how he was so patient with her. Everything that she did seem so perfect, or he acted like it wouldn't affect their relationship. That delighted her, but in the real world; Kim would be judged like OJ Simpson on trial. She grabbed some ice, placed it in a sandwich bag Thomas had placed on the counter, and she firmly placed it on Tommy's left eye.

"Shit." He hissed at the pressure of the ice. His face scrunched up like pug. "I had no clue you were that strong."

Kim giggled. As his knee rested in between her, Kim leaned in. "When I was little, my Dad taught me some karate."

"What's your Dad like?" Tommy avoided the topic like the plague, but he wanted to know.

"It's funny, if you saw my Dad, you'd never think I was his daughter. Same with my baby brother." Kim adjusted the ice a bit. She kissed his lips. "My Dad is pretty tall, and he's sometimes very, very serious. I don't know how I ever put up with that. His favorite subject is science, and he is very business savvy. I never figured how those two go together, but he made it work." She answered with as much as she wanted to.

"What about your baby brother and stepmom?"

"He's about your age, and he's a wonderful artist. Guess it runs in the family, as a release I like to paint or sing. Anyways, my stepmom, I found her to be like the evil stepmother from 'Cinderella'." She placed the watered down bag in the fridge. She would do the same thing again in 15 minutes. Kim resumed her intimate position with Tommy. His knee between her center, and Kim's hands began to massage his shoulder. She looked down at him. "I didn't like her, but after Trent was born, something in her changed. It was like she had found purpose in her life. She became a very caring and charming woman."

"What happened?" His hands attached to her waist.

"With a son being born, I just felt left out. I went to the back burner, and I watched as this new family formed right in front of me." Kim's voice was bitter. She shook her head. "I tried anything to get my Dad's attention, but he always valued the time with my brother. My stepmom and I always argued. I felt like she was replacing me, but we managed to find common ground. After I returned from Miami, I was about 17. I couldn't live with them any longer, and I left my lavish lifestyle. I roughed it for a bit, but I found my family, and the rest is history."

"Thanks for the history lesson." He smiled that he got some information out of here.

Thomas strolled into the kitchen with a whistle. He smiled at the sight of his son and his girlfriend. "How's the eye coming along?" He looked at the shiner on Tommy's face. He whistled again. "That's a good one Kim."

"Yeah, I got him pretty good, didn't I?" She giggled.

"Whatever, I'll get you back." He gave her a seductive wink. Kim blushed.

"Thomas, Tommy, I'm home!" Mary Beth shut the door behind her. Everyone walked into the living room to see her. "Work was such a bore, I am so glad to be-" The wound on Tommy's face made Mary Beth gulp. She walked up to her son. "What happened?" She dragged him to the kitchen, and she grabbed the ice and another sandwich bag. She placed the ice into the bag. Her motherly instincts kicked into overdrive.

"It's not a big deal." Thomas was determined to stop his wife from making a fool out of herself and Tommy. "He's fine, no broken bones, everything is intact." He watched his wife not listen to him.

"Not a big deal, our son has a black eye." She went back to placing the bag on her son's eye.

"Mrs. Oliver, Tommy and I were rough-housing, and I guess I must've slugged him." Kim tried to explain.

Mary Beth turned to face Kim. Her eyes were dark, and they were hinting the Devil's shade. "You did this?" She pointed at Tommy's eye. "You hurt my Baby?"

Kim almost erupted in anger. "It was an accident, don't you see he's fine. It will go away in three days." She told her.

Tommy stood up. He went in between his mom and girlfriend. "Mom, stop, I'm an adult, and I am fine. I'm tired of you treating me like a little kid. I'm not like that anymore." He faced his dad. "Kim and I will pick up dinner." With that, they went to get their things, he locked his bedroom door, and promptly left.

They flinched at the door slamming.

"I hope you're happy." Thomas slightly sneered. He went to grab his jacket.

"Where are you going!" She shouted at him.

"For a walk!" He answered making sure he had his cigarettes in his pocket.

"Don't go." Mary Beth pleaded for him to stay.

Before he left, Thomas looked back at her. "Mary Beth Elizabeth Atkins-Oliver, if you love Tommy as much as I know you do, attacking Kimberly will not help the situation, and you will drive Tommy, for good. Quit it, as your husband, I am fucking demanding it."

Stunned beyond belief, Mary Beth began to cry. She just wanted to keep Tommy out of harm. "Please, I want to talk to you. Don't go." She knew her husband was upset.

"You don't get it. You just came home, and already you were bitching and complaining. Can't you give it a rest, better yet, can't you let it go?" Her husband gave her another lecture. "They love each other so much, and you refuse to see it. Open your God damn eyes!" He yelled at her, hoping it would get through her thick skull.

"Stop cussing at me!" Mary Beth demanded with fury. "You are blinded by Kimberly, our son has changed for the worst, and you are so oblivious to admit it." She shook with anger.

Not wanting to fight anymore, Thomas left the house.