“Oh my God would you just look at this mess!” Bonnie Bluetooth screeched upon entering her son’s room. The bed was unmade. His clothes, along with fast-food bags, were tossed everywhere, half-empty soda cans covered his desk, dresser and nightstand. She gagged a little as the smell of dried ketchup and feet attacked her nose. “Benjamin would you just look at it!” she added, tip-toeing through the minefield of trash.
Benjamin rolled his glassy eyes then surveyed his domain. “Looks fine to me, mom,” he snapped-back, cocking a pierced eyebrow. He returned his attention to his computer, clicked the mouse and Avenged Sevenfold’s Bat Country blasted-out through the speakers.
Bonnie put her hands on her hips and began tapping her foot. She tilted her blond head and gave him the look.
Benjamin could feel his mom’s intense-blue eyes boring into the back of his head. He let out a pissed-off sigh and mumbled, “Okay, mom. I’ll clean it up in a minute.”
Bonnie nodded her head firmly. “Well hop to it, mister,” she said, straightening a wrinkle in her yellow sundress. She began to walk out of the room when a red stain by the closet caught her eyes. “What is this?”
“It’s nothing, mom!”
“Nothing?!” Bonnie rebuffed, voice raising. “It doesn’t look like nothing!” Her blue eyes meet his eyes. And the look made another appearance.
Benjamin lowered his head like a pouting dog. “Mom, really it… it’s nothing.”
“Well, I’ll just see about that!” Bonnie grabbed the doorknob.
“Mom!” Benjamin whined, getting up, face growing pale. “Don’t look in there!”
She extended her index finger on her free hand, and motioned for him to sit back down. He did but he sobbed; “Please don’t look in there, mom.”
Bonnie swung the door open swiftly. She gasped-for-air as she saw the body of
Benjamin’s best friend, Tyler, laying there in a pool of sticky blood.
“Oh! My! God!” Bonnie ranted, eyes flared. “How many times have I told you, Benjamin, that if you’re going to kill your friends to do it in the basement! There’s no carpet down there and the mess is always easier to clean!”
“Sorry, mom, I will the next time.” Benjamin gave her a shit-eating grin and added, “I promise.”
“Damn right you will!” she said, slamming the closet door. “Now, get this room cleaned up, then come downstairs for dinner. I’ve made your favorite tonight. Spaghetti with heart shaped meatballs.”
“Mmm, sounds good,” Benjamin moaned. “But what’s for dessert?”
“Dessert?!” Bonnie retorted, giving him the look again and opening the closet door once more. “After this mess that you did, you think that you’re going to get dessert?”
Benjamin’s face turned into a question mark. All he did was shrug his scrawny shoulders.
Bonnie shook her head somberly and said, “Oh my God! Teenagers now of days!”
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