Certainty – 500 Club (9/8)

It’s been quite some time since I’ve written anything for the 500 Club so I thought I’d revisit that and put something down. One of the prompts this week was fabulous and took on a life of its own.

The only thing Abner knew for sure was he was never going back home again. He was thirteen years old, for Christsake. When was his stupid mother going to realize he was big enough and smart enough to do some shit for himself? When would she look in the mirror and realize where her efforts should be going.
“You know why the kids laugh at me? Because of you,” the snippet ran like a movie scene behind his eyes, replaying the incident from minutes before in their kitchen.
“Honey,” his mother had started in her coochie-coo voice, stepping towards him.
Abner slammed the rickety front gate so hard on the way out it finally popped its hinges and crashed to the ground. Good. I hope she’s fucking watching me and feels sorry.
He stomped down the street chewing his teeth.
“Hey Abner,” a memory interrupted his victory march. It was Martins, the dumb kid who was in his class because he had been held back a year for underperforming. Now he was hot shit because he was older and bigger than everyone else in his year. Asshole. “Hey Abner. How do you make your mother smile? Tell her the two morning-after pills are a tip. Hahahahaha.”
Abner started along a trail that cut the vacant, weed-ridden lot of land in half. He found an empty bottle and hurled it to the ground. Its smash was satisfying.
“Know what, Abner?” The memory invaded. “Your daddy must have been one sorry motherfucker.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the other kids encouraged Watkins teasing; too many to remember each face.
“Look at you,” Watkins spat. “It’s a miracle his sperm ever made it. Wimpy-ass, goggle box cocksucker. You wanna suck my cock?”
Abner had wanted to run, but the circle of bodies closed in tighter.
“No,” he had said.
“No?” Watkins played the crowd. “That’s your mama’s job. Hahahahaha.”
Watkins grabbed him first, but others helped. They stripped him, spat on him, kicked him, stole his glasses, fondled his junk. He was hysterical. Screaming. Crying. Laughing.
“Honey,” his mother said in her coochie-coo voice. He was back in the kitchen with his mother that morning. “Ignore those silly children. You’re better than them. Yes, they were nasty, but you’ll get over it all. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
“But, Mom, I don’t want…”
“Abner George Marshall.” Her bitch tone. “You will return to school and you will get over it.”
“Fuck you, you stupid whore. I hope you die and go to hell,” he shouted, leaving the kitchen.
“Yadayadayada,” were the last words he heard his mother say before he banged the front door closed.
Abner was late for class. He heard their voices through the closed door. He felt sick. The corridor was cold and empty. He reached into his pocket and felt the cool Beretta against the skin of his hand. He could count to nine. The only thing Abner knew for sure was he was never going back home again.

16 thoughts on “Certainty – 500 Club (9/8)

  1. Kay Camden

    As much as I want to see these bullies get what they deserve, it’s tragic all around. It leaves me with a sick feeling. Unless he just pulls a Christian Slater in the movie Heathers. That is a classic.

    1. scribbla Post author

      Mmmm. Don’t know Heathers, but will definitely look it up. More like Christian Slater in He Was A Quiet Man. Though I never considered that until now, lol.
      Bullying and neglect sicken me too, and there are no easy answers here. We all know what he intends, but we don’t know if he goes through with it. Maybe there’s hope.

      1. Kay Camden

        Don’t know Heathers? :O
        It’s a very dark comedy from the 80s. The clothes are atrocious. But it’s a classic in my mind. Long story short, Christian Slater is the “weird guy” in high school. Two bullies confront him in the cafeteria and he does what we all wish we could have done: aimed a gun at them and shot them, but with blanks. My description doesn’t do it justice.
        Oh look! Very end of the clip.

    1. scribbla Post author

      Thank you so very much for your kind words. I always appreciate your readership, comments and your own blog.

  2. Evelyn

    Holy fuck.
    You couldnt have picked a more innocent sounding name…
    I think its interesting the dreamlike/hallucinations part, really render the piece kind of breezy, then the cold steel of the gun brings you crashing back down to reality.

    1. scribbla Post author

      Thanks Evelyn. I was inspired to write a short the way Alejandro González Iñárritu tells stories in his films. Memories are seldom complete or linear. I was hoping to jump about without pissing the reader off, so your feedback is most valuable here.

  3. Indigo Spider

    Wow, incredibly powerful piece! The anger that Abner feels is palpable and no wonder if his mother doesn’t understand the pain her own son is in. Poor kid, grown up at 13 when he still is just a kid. There is also a sad disconnect between the mother and son, beyond just what happened to him, but she seems disconnected from herself as well. Sad and powerful, very well written.


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