It was the only thing to calm him down. Jack could get so angry sometimes. His mother never understood why. She only ever wanted him to do his best, so it surprised her that his best was never good enough for Jack.
When it got bad, Jack would just listen to his music. One song in particular would sooth him, a momentary pause in his tantrum, like a two year old who stops screaming, because after so long they forgot why they were so upset in the first place. That kind of music worried his mother, but there was no use to reprimanding her baby boy. She was always so tired from working 12 hour days, and had already punished him for listening to this other band, “I Hate Everything…” or something. In fact, she yelled at him so much, she almost felt bad, although she knew there was a point to be made. She loved him so much.
~~Story by Ian Russell
Tagged: abuse, Angry Son, baby boy, fiction, flash fiction, high standard, I Hate Myself, IanRussell, Indian Summer, Judgment, micro fiction, mini fiction, Mommy Issues, Motherly Love, Reprimand, teenage angst
