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>You had always been a mama’s boy.
>Dad was great too, of course. He was always nice to you and he made sure to spend time with you when he could.
>But he was always tired. The way he weakly smiled talking to you showed that you were making him happy in spite of something else.
>For the last year it was just you and mom. For reasons you couldn’t really understand.
>Things could be worse though. Mom was a pretty hands-off parent.
>Don’t ask about her latest “friend” and you could watch whatever you wanted on cable.
>You think dad tried to call for your 13th birthday. Mom was pretty upset about something on the phone, but the other guests kept you occupied.
>She was even more upset now.
>You could tell she would rather be doing anything else but driving her only son out to the middle of nowhere to pass off for two weeks.
>”I don’t understand why he has to do this to you. You clearly don’t want to go, but he feels the need to upset your life for two weeks because the court says he can.”
>You nodded in agreement.
>Even if your feelings weren’t that simple, you knew better than to talk back to her.
>Part of it was true, though. You missed Dad, but you wish you could see him somewhere more familiar.
>"Just tough it out for two weeks honey, and everything will be back to normal."
>The empty countryside had been rolling by your window for at least an hour.
>Your mom checked herself out in the mirror as she pulled into the drop-off point.
>“Me and Darren are a phone call away if anything goes wrong.”
>You wouldn’t mind leaving Darren out of the picture, but you nod in agreement.
>The gas station marking the midpoint between your parents was desolate, save for a Vixen leaning into a yellow convertible.
>”Of course he’s late. Your father loves to keep me waiting.”
>She brought the lumbering SUV to a rough halt several spaces away from the fox, lurching you forward.
>As you got out to stretch your legs you saw the poofy tail of the vixen twist away, and she locked eyes with you.
>Her smile beamed with recognition.
>“Anon Jr? You look just like your dad! My name’s Dejah!”
>As you pieced together the woman’s interest in you your mother audibly choked on her drink.
>Without a thought the vixen rushed past you to help, but your mom rebuked her between labored coughs.
>“yOU *ACKK* HUSSY stay A-*WHEEZE*AWAY FROM ME!”
>Dejah crossed her arms and took a step back, still concerned despite the insult.
>“Please, just bend down and it will roll out.”
>“MY *KHAAK* SON.”
>Your mother begrudgingly bowed down, and regained some amount of composure.
>“My name is Dejah, I’m a friend of Anon’s. He was going to pick up Junior in person, but my mother fell down and she needed his help. I have a note from him, and you can call him if you like.”
>Your mother greedily swiped the note from Dejah’s clawed black fingers.
>She skimmed it with visible contempt.
>“So, can I grab his bags?”
>Your mother wasn’t having any of it.
>“I’m not sure what you see in that bum. If he can’t be bothered to get his own son, then I’m taking Junior home.”
>For an instant you saw a sly smile flash behind Dejah’s expression of polite concern.
>“In that case you should have a look at this too. Your custody agreement clearly outlines this as Anon’s time, and that he can send someone to help with arrangements. Take him back and you’ll be in violation of your own terms.”
>Somewhere in the far distance, you heard a pin drop.
>You decided to interrupt your mother’s stunned silence.
“I’m going to the same place anyways, what’s the big deal?”
>The two women turned their heads in tandem to look at you.
>Dejah with a warm, innocent smile.
>Your mother with an insulted death glare.
>“Fine. You want to climb in the car with your dad’s she-thing? Go ahead.”
>She meant that to be sarcastic.
>You were supposed to climb back into the van and buckle in for a long talk about your attitude.
>How if you didn’t fix it, you’d end up just like your worthless father.
>But there was another choice.
>There was the friendly fox, beaming at you.
>You whipped your bags out of the titanic SUV as your mother gaped in disbelief.
>“I’ll get the trunk!”
>Dejah enthusiastically spun around and bent over the side of the car for the trunk latch.
>Her bushy tail was pointed up with excitement, and looking at her shapely ass some deep part of you awakened for the first time.
