Daniel had to consider his next move carefully, if he left now he would most likely never see his mother again and worst of all, she would be left with this monster. He had no choice, he balled up his fists in preparation to swing, but before he could a loud sob broke the moment. Both Daniel and Steve looked over at Candy, who was still sitting at the table, cowering in fear and crying into her hands. “STOP, STOP, PLEASE STOP!” she shouted desperately.
Daniel let his fists relax and surprisingly Steve let him go, both men standing and breathing heavily after coming mere seconds away from throwing hands right there at the breakfast table. Candy looked through a crack in her fingers, relief washing over her as she saw that the two men had stopped, dropping her hands from her face. What Daniel saw as her hands dropped caused his jaw to drop in shock. The combination of Candy’s tears and her hands rubbing her face had rubbed away her make-up, exposing a large, ugly purple and green bruise surrounding her left eye.
In an instant, Daniel knew what this meant, his worst fears being confirmed. Steve had been hitting his mum. Rage boiled in his stomach as he once again made eye contact with the older man, as time seemed to slow. “You piece of shit,” Daniel growled under his breath. Realizing that his dirty secret had been discovered, Steve lunged forwards across the table in an attempt to throttle Daniel into silence. At the same time, Daniel curled his hand into an angry fist, swinging with every ounce of strength in his body for Steve’s jaw. He had never been a fighter, in fact, he had never thrown a punch in his life, but Steve’s large frame moving forwards into the oncoming fist caused an almighty crack to ring out through the room. Steve’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the force of Daniel’s punch put his lights out. His body recoiled backwards slightly from the impact before flopping forwards, his dead weight crashing through the table sending crockery and food flying as he lay motionless on the floor.
Candy screamed as Daniel grabbed his hand, wincing in agony. ‘Fuck, that hurt,’ he thought to himself as he surveyed the scene before him. Candy had fallen from her seat, tears streaming from her eyes as she trembled in absolute shock. Adrenaline was coursing through Daniel’s body and before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed Steve by the wrist and was dragging him towards the front door. He weighed a ton, but after a couple of minutes of concerted effort, strain and sweat Daniel finally opened the door and pushed his limp frame into the street. He rushed across the room to Candy, who was curled up on the fetal position sobbing hard. “Mum, where are Steve’s keys?” he asked, urgency dripping from every syllable. She didn’t respond so he asked again. Finally she answered in a strained, hoarse voice.
“On the side,” she said, pointing towards a wooden bowl atop a small table by the entryway. Daniel ran over to the table and grabbed the keys, quickly checking which one was for the front door. Once he found the right one, he removed it from the keychain and turned to Steve, still laying on the hard floor. His eyes were blinking, seemingly just coming to. Daniel tossed the remaining keys onto his chest, causing Steve to jerk back into consciousness, looking up to see Daniel standing in the door of his house.
“What the fuck…?” he muttered to himself.
“DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING COME BACK HERE,” Daniel shouted defiantly, “YOU WOMAN BEATING PIECE OF SHIT! IF I SEE YOU AROUND HERE AGAIN, I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”
Daniel breathed heavily after his outburst, looking around the street and realizing that several of his Mum’s neighbors had overheard the commotion and were watching from opened doors and through windows. They were all staring at Steve, looks of disgust on their faces. He had been knocked out, exposed as an abuser and humiliated, which wasn’t even close to what he deserved, but Daniel was satisfied, for now. He closed the door and locked it behind him. As the adrenaline started to wear off he felt his hand throbbing painfully and his body slumped against the wall, sliding down it until he was sat on the floor. His hand ached, already starting to swell from the brutal blow it had delivered. He hoped it wasn’t broken.
As he regained some of his composure, he looked over at Candy where she was still laying on the carpet next to the destroyed table, gently sobbing. Daniel crawled over to her and wrapped his arms around her, she initially recoiled from his touch, but quickly returned the embrace, crying into his chest as the stress, anxiety and fear of months of abuse finally flowed out of her. “It’s ok Mum, you’re safe,” Daniel whispered to her as he let her cry. They lay there on the floor for several minutes as Candy wept and Daniel held her close, trying to make her feel safe after everything she had been through, although that would be no easy task.
Eventually Candy’s tears dried up as she clutched her son tightly, head still buried in his chest. “Thank you Daniel,” she whispered softly, “thank you.” She finally pulled away from Daniel, spotting the large wet patch she had left on his shirt.
“Are you going to wash that?” Daniel quipped, “It’s been over twenty years Mum, you’ve got a lot of clothes washing to get caught up on!” He laughed softly as Candy finally cracked a smile. Daniel pulled himself off the floor, extending his hand to Candy to help her up. She smiled up at him, love and adoration in her eyes as she took her son’s hand, feeling his skin against hers and while neither of them would acknowledge it, a bolt of lightning shot through both of their bodies.
Candy was shaky on her feet, nearly losing her balance and falling back onto the carpet but thankfully Daniel wrapped his arm around his mother’s waist and held her in place. She looked tired and exhausted, eyes red and puffy, as if everything she had been through with Steve had finally caught up with her. “I think you need some sleep mum, can you walk?” he asked tenderly, to which Candy shook her head no. Daniel knew what he had to do, sweeping her up in his arms, one under her knees and one on her back in a princess carry. Candy was taken aback, blushing softly as she wrapped her arms around her son’s neck, letting him carry her carefully up the stairs. Daniel walked through his mother’s bedroom door and over to the bed, looking down at Candy. She looked back at him lovingly and gave him a timid peck on the cheek. “I love you Daniel,” she whispered softly.
“I love you too Mum,” he whispered back, before gently laying her on the double bed, pulling the duvet over her and tucking her in, cozy, warm and safe. He went to the curtains, closing them to keep out the son before returning to Candy’s side. He kissed her on the forehead, whispering “sleep tight” to her. He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, he felt Candy’s hand on his wrist, stopping him from advancing further. He turned back to face her, finding her propped up on her arm and looked at him pleadingly, vulnerability in her eyes, reminiscent of the way a little girl would look at a parent.
“Please Daniel, don’t go, stay with me… I don’t feel safe sleeping alone.” She pulled back the duvet, inviting her long lost son into her bed. Daniel swallowed nervously, the thoughts from earlier that morning flooding his brain again. He steadied himself and started climbing into the bed when Candy held out her hand to stop him. “You can’t sleep in your jeans sweetie, you should take them off.” Daniel looked down, cursing his choice of trousers and wondering if he could trust himself to stay composed with just a pair of tight white boxers on. As she looked at him, he realized he didn’t have much of a choice, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants, folding them and placing them on the floor neatly. He turned to face Candy and noticed her eyes flicking down to his crotch before darting away. She looked back up at him and patted the space next to her as Daniel climbed into bed and pulled the duvet over them both.
He lay on his back under the covers, Candy mere inches away from him. He had just spent several minutes holding her body against his, but now, in her bed, in a state of semi-undress, he suddenly felt self-conscious and exposed. He didn’t have long to think as Candy snuggled up next to him, laying her hand over his chest and pulling her body against his. Daniel could feel her breasts pressing against his arm and he was grateful for the darkness of the room as his cock began to swell in his boxers. He was even more grateful when he heard Candy start to softly snore as she held him close, the warmth of her body mixing with her feminine scent and making his skin tingle. He lay in the dark, hand and cock throbbing as he wrestled with his inner thoughts, about Steve, about his Mum, and about the growing feelings he had for her. His mind was spinning for a long time, until finally the exertion of the morning was too much and the hazy veil of sleep overtook him.
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