It's A Good Day to Die Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

It's A Good Day to Die Chapter 1

... front of the house as it starts to rain. * End of Flashback* Present As the rain fell all I could think was shit what’s next this just isn’t my night. I roll up the passenger side window as well as the driver side. I get out before locking my car up making my way to the front door leaving my bag as I just wanted to get inside. I knock on the door on the nice porch waiting for anyone to open the door. I hear a click as the door opens a few seconds later. On the other side is Adam who looks at me very concerned. “ Matt what’s.” He doesn’t finish as he looks in my eyes before he continues “ Come on in bro I won’t pry right now.” I walk in to see Tim and Chelsea still up. They see me as Chelsea gets up coming to me. “ Oh my Matt your soaked, but why are you crying honey?” She asks as Adam speaks up “ Mom right now it’s best to not ask. I know when something is up by his eyes. Whatever it is he is pissed and just needs comforting for now.” He explains as I feel her arms around me “ Oh I see of course honey. Come on baby boy let momma Chelsea get you a towel. Adam can you go get his clothes he left out of the dryer so he can get out of these wet clothes.” She says asking while I am led to the down stairs bathroom “ Sure mom no problem be right back.” My bro says as Chelsea steps in the bathroom with me I feel numb at that moment as I feel my adrenaline ease off as my tears start coming from my eyes more. “ Matty please tell me what has my baby boy crying?” Chelsea asks as I shake ...

... my head over and over “ I...I can’t I oh god Momma Chelsea please I need a mother.” I say as she looks at me very concerned as she ignores me being wet and holds me massaging my back “ Shhh I’m here honey. Momma Chelsea is here baby boy. Look what ever happened just know you have a home here or at Susan’s we love you honey.” She tells me as I nod crying on her shoulder She let’s me go as I stop crying to help me take of my wet shirt. It’s as I bring my right hand down that she sees the dry blood. “ Oh god Matty what happened baby boy?” She asks taking my hand to look at it “ I...I punched a few hole into all their bedroom doors.” I say as her eyes go wide “ Oh Matty I need to doctor it. Please can I as I don’t want it to get infected.” She asks of me as I slowly nod “ It doesn’t hurt all that much.” I say as she shakes her head “ Nonetheless it needs doctored. Sit down I will be right back.” She tells me as I sit on the toilet after putting the top seat down I sat there looking at my hand. I see it swelling a bit, but nothing is broken or jammed. I guess I should be glad the door wasn’t made of hardwood. I see a few splinters embedded in my knuckles as I shake my head. Again I feel numb to remembering what had happened. All of my family and so called friends betrayed me in the most worst way possible to me. I hear voices as Chelsea comes back in with a first aide kit followed by Tim. He looks at me concerned as Chelsea sits on the side of the tub in front of me. Taking my hand ...