A/N: I'm sorry that I haven't updated for the past two days. I was being lazy. Thank you once again for all the encouraging reviews.
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Chapter 8
John Morrison never woke up earlier than 7:00. However, Tuesdays were the only exception. He opened his door slightly and could hear his dad's heavy snores from across the hall. John perked up as his phone started to ring. He already knew who it was. This person called every Tuesday at the same time.
John Morrison wasn't supposed to talk to this person for the sake of his father. It was hard to resist these calls because this person gave birth to him. His dad might not have wanted her, but he wanted her back.
John: Hello?
Ms. Morrison: Hi baby boy, how are you?
John: I'm fine.
Ms. Morrison: Is your father up yet?
John: No.
Ms. Morrison: I need to see you again. There are some things you need to know about your father and I.
John: What are you talking about?
Ms. Morrison: He's not the man that you think he is.
John: It's going to be hard this time. I started school yesterday and dad drops me off.
Ms. Morrison: When your dad drops you off, wait for me at the front door of your school.
John: Fine, but I have to go now. I can hear dad waking up.
Ms. Morrison: Bye bye baby boy. I'll see you later.
"John?" John looked up and saw his father standing in his doorway. "Why are you up so early?" he asked. "No reason," replied John. "I'm going to go shower now." John felt terrible for lying to his father. He looked in the bathroom mirror and sighed. "What did mom mean when she said he wasn't the man I thought he was?" thought John. He ran a hand through his hair and turned on the shower. His hair was begging to be washed. It was like the shampoo was calling him.
John picked up the shampoo and started washing his hair. Downstairs, he could hear the front door opening and closing. This puzzled John. His father never left the house before him. He reached down and turned his shower off. After applying soap to his body, John reached down and turned his shower off. He took a brush of his bathroom sink and started to work his way through the knots in his hair.
Outside the bathroom door, John could hear the shuffling of feet. The sound was coming from his bedroom. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, John wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the bathroom door and walked towards his room. John opened the bedroom door and was completely taken aback at what he saw.
In his room, sitting on his bed, was none other than Kelly Kelly. She looked up from her phone and immediately smiled. It must have her lucky day. Standing in front of her was a towel-clad John Morrison. "Mmm. His pecs are amazing," thought Kelly. "What are you doing here?" asked John. "Your dad is going to drive us to school today," said Kelly. John saw her taking small steps towards him. He ran over to his closet hold on to his towel tightly. He grabbed a random t-shirt and a random pair of jeans.
"Come on Johnny. Don't you want to cuddle for a while?" asked Kelly. "No thanks. You're going to go downstairs while I get dressed." Kelly Kelly reluctantly got up and moved towards his door. She turned around and said, "I'll miss you." John replied by slamming the door in her face.
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After fighting off many of Kelly Kelly's advances during the car ride, John made it to school safely. He got out of the car without saying goodbye to his father. He was slightly annoyed with him. Throughout the ride, he kept sending John winks through the rearview mirror.
Randy, Mike, and Jeff were waiting for him at the entrance. They waved him over. "Hey guys, I can't talk now. I'm supposed to be meeting my mom here. Mike was incredibly surprised. "Really can I see her?" he asked. "Dude your mom is hot," said Randy, receiving random stares from the rest of the student body. "What?" "No, you can't see her today. Maybe some other time," said John completely ignoring Randy.
"Alright man, we'll see you later," said Jeff. The first bell rang and John's friends went inside. Out of the corner of his eye, John could see his mother's car approaching the school. He was getting tired of these secret meetings. They met in alleyways, cafes, malls, etc. His mom was too afraid to come to his house. Whenever he asked about it, she would always say that he was too young to understand.
She got out of the car and smiled at him. Stephanie Morrison was fully figured woman with long flaming red hair and brown eyes. His dad always told him that she looked like a lesbian. "Mom!" yelled John as he ran towards her. "Baby boy!" she yelled back laughing. "Listen' I don't have much time. Your father is lying to you," she said. "What are you talking abo-" "I never left you guys for another woman. He kicked me out," she said hurriedly. "What?"
"I have to go now. Call me if you need anything." John watched his mother enter her car and drive off. "He kicked her out?"