16 Sweet morning (2/2)
In order to slightly compensate for her hurtful words of the previous day, Mrs. Clifford decided that this morning she would prepare the most wonderful breakfast for her little Adam. But before that, still worried that the plague had eaten her or something even worse, she heads on tiptoe to her beloved son's room.
Slowly and quietly, Adam's room door opens and a very worried woman's head appears. The woman's head instantly changes her expression. A hateful look now appears as she watches the two teenagers sleeping quietly in each other's arms. [Bitch, I'm definitely going to kill you.] When the head goes out, the door slams violently behind her, making Adam and Jessica startle, alerted by that thumping sound.
07h15am
”I'll also have a pancake, Mrs. Clifford. Thank you for putting maple syrup on it, not too much though, because I don't want to get fat like you.”
”Do it yourself, bitch. Adam, do you want some orange juice?”
At the mere mention of the word orange juice, Adam's stomach turns 3 times on itself as he puts his hand in front of his mouth and rushes to the toilet. Jessica laughs as she looks at the nasty surprise woman who was about to pour the drink to her son.
”How sad to see a mother disgust her son so much. It's not as if I don't understand my Adam, because when I see your head so early in the morning, I'm disgust of it myself.”
Mrs. Clifford opens her eyes wide when she hears this nasty sentence, then throws the orange juice brick at Jessica. Jessica dodges, gets up from the table and rushes to the bad woman. Adam barely come out of the toilet, that he hears screams from the kitchen and started running in that direction. Once in this room, an incredible view welcomes him. His mother and girlfriend are both rolling on the kitchen floor. The 2 women who went mad pull their hair, slap each other, scream horrors, bite their arms and shoulders. Adam is somehow overwhelmed when he sees his sweet mother spitting in Jessica's face, who gives it back. In front of the 2 tigresses who actually went crazy, Adam knows it, he won't be able to compete. Deciding to overcome his butt phobia once and for all, he leaves the house, crosses the road, hits the window of a black car that is still following him and Jessica, and then explains the situation to 4 black suits that nod their heads before leaving.
Sitting on either side of the kitchen table, under the supervision of 4 bodyguards, the two women stare at each other.
”Bitch”
”slut”