"Do you think your mom will like the chocolates?" Clare asked "Well, if she doesn't, I'll say you chose 'em out." She scoffed and called me 'mean', causing me to chuckle. "How old is she turning." I shrug, "Like, really old." With a slight giggle, we pulled in to my mom's driveway and walked inside the house, not bothering to knock; we're family.
Cece saw us and immediately hugged me and then Clare. "Happy birthday, mom." I handed her the chocolates, "If you don't like them, you should know: Clare chose them out." I said quickly and Clare gave me a light smack on the arm. "Your uncle's here to join us for dinner. He's went to the bathroom, should be back any moment."
"My uncle? Uncle Jesse?" She shook her head and, before she could respond, my Uncle Abe appeared from the hallway, "Hey, Eli! It's been, what, 15 years?" My smile faded and I felt a frown replacing it. I tried to respond, but he turned to Clare, "Is this the wife I've heard so much about?"
Clare blushed and shook his hand, "I'm Clare." I wrapped my arm protectively around her and kept my jaw slack. "Eli, say hi." Cece urged. I gave a slight nod and muttered an incoherent 'Hi.'.
"Stop it, Eli. Stop being a little shit and behave yourself! Your parents are off trying to get a break from you and I have to watch you." I backed up into the corner and am soon engulfed by his cock, which he forced to suck until he came, which he made me swallow.
Feeling vomit rushing up from my stomach, I let go of Clare, grabbed the banister to hold me up and spewed puke onto the floor. I felt hands gather my hair and pull it from my face, as to not get soaked in vomit. "Abe can you go get a mop. Clare, take Eli upstairs." Cece says. I trudged upstairs without even waiting for Clare and go into the bathroom.
Clare came in behind me, "Are you okay? Is it car sickness?" She asked. I turned to her, "Can we go home?" It came out in a hoarse whisper. "What? Why? What's going on?" She closed the door and I began to wash my face and rinse out my mouth, "I just wanna go home. I don't feel good." She rubbed my back in circles, "Try to see past it. It's your mom's birthday."
I closed my eyes and splashed some more water on my face, "I'm just gonna shower. Get the smell of vomit off of me." Nodding, she turned around and left me alone. I closed and locked the door and climbed into the shower. I literally scrub my body for an hour, until it's raw.
I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror, examining my reddened arms. Splashing even more water on my face, I went downstairs in hope that my uncle is gone.
He was not.
My mom, Clare and him were sitting in the living room, eating dinner. I stood there for a moment, and my mother noticed me, "Eli, there you are! How are you feeling?" I glanced over at Clare, who was sitting too close to my uncle. They're about a foot apart, but that's much too close for my taste.
"I'm fine, mom." I said and sat down by Clare, quickly wrapping my arm around her and pulling her closer to me, farther from my uncle. "Eli, are you hungry? There's food i-"
"I'm good." I said quickly. "So, what happened to Elijah? I liked that name." Abe said. I tightened my grip on Clare, "Yeah, well, things change."
"We were just talking about when you were on the little league team." I nodded, not commenting. "I remember the game when you scored that home run and Abe took you out for ice cream. Oh, your father and I wanted to go so bad, but I had pneumonia and Bullfrog was working. If we'd known how well you were gonna do that day, we would've forced ourselves to come. Oh, I have to show you the picture, Clare!"
She stood up and pulled Clare from my grip, leading her upstairs, where we kept the photo albums. I began to stand up as well, but I felt a hand hold me to the couch.
"Eli, why do things need to be awkward? Forgive and forget, right?" Uncle Abe said. "Let go of me." I growled. "Eli, stop it. We're both adults now and we should act like it."
"Adults don't hurt people for no reason!" I cried, not even bothering to compare Abe and I's relationship to that of me and my wife. He moves his hand farther up my leg.
"Oh, come on, Elijah! Tell me you've never had any thoughts to hurt someone. You know how it is, I'm sure. Everyone has thoughts like these Eli. And certain people act out on them. Tell me you've never had those thoughts."
I opened my mouth to deny it, but knew that I have had those thoughts and acted out on them with Clare, "It-It-you did those to me when I was a kid, though! I was so young, it's not fair!" I seethed.
He moved his hand ever farther up my thigh, and I tensed up, "Stop." I whispered. "Elijah, come on. You're right, about you only being a kid. But we're both adults now, and there's nothing wrong against this."
"I'm married. I'm straight. And I don't like this!" I yelled and shove him off the couch. In seconds, we both heard footsteps coming down the stairs and the girls are in the room. I stood up, "I'm-I'm-we're going home. I wanna go home." I stuttered, standing up.
"Eli..." Clare came over to me and placed a hand on my bicep, which I promptly removed, "I wanna go home." I said. "I wanna go now!" I rushed out of the house, to the car, and grab the handle, pulling the door open.
"Eli-" I turned at the voice and see Clare, "I'm going home. I don't care if you wanna stay here, but I'm gone." I said. "I know. We can go home. I'm coming with you, come on. Let me drive." I stepped away and went around to the passenger side. She started the car and turned onto the road, oblivious to my forming panic attack.
"Do you need to talk about it?" I looked up, "What? No. No, I don't. I just-I-I just want to be home." She held her hand out, "Are you...Are you having a panic attack, Eli?" I sighed and took her hand, squeezing it tightly, "Just get us home. Please."
"I am." I pulled my legs up to my chest and buried my head between them. My breathing was heavy and I forced myself to ignore the flashbacks. But they kept on coming.
"Awesome game. Now, come on. You need to shower." He, with his arm draped around my shoulders, leads me to the bathroom and comes in with me.
"Eli, we're home." Clare shook me and I unsteadily got out of the car and hobbled to the house, with her assistance. "I'm gonna go lie down..." I whispered and lower myself to the floor. "Eli..." She whispered and kneeled down, "i'm worried."
"Talk to me." She whispered, "I know you miss you dad, but, Eli, he's gon-" "What?' I asked, "Abe told me why you got upset. I know you don't like when people bring up your dad, but you-"
"That's what he told you? I-I- whatever. I need to just sleep." But I couldn't sleep. I violently trembled. Clare held me tightly and told me that everything was alright, but the panic attack only worsened.