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Preview from chapter one
Greg's eyes dart back and forth across the screen, his thumbs moving in a blur over the game controller as explosions and gunfire echo through his headphones. His heart races in sync with the intense music.
Greg's eyes widen as the final boss's health bar dwindles to critical. With a triumphant shout, he executes the finishing move, and the screen flashes white with victory. He pumps his fist in the air, the thrill of victory surging through his veins. The sudden silence in the room feels deafening after the symphony of chaos from his headphones. He glances at the clock; it's almost midnight. He knows his mom, Faith, had gone out with her friends tonight. Normally, she'd be home by now, her laughter and the jingle of her keys announcing her return. But the house remains eerily quiet, save for the occasional hum of the refrigerator.
The distant sound of tires crunching on the gravel outside jolts Greg from his victory trance. He peels his eyes away from the darkened screen and listens intently. The rumble of an engine dies down. His mother, Faith, must have returned from her night out.
Greg squints through the blinds, the dim porch light casting a glow on the car parked in the driveway. It's definitely his mom's car, but why isn't she coming inside? He waits with bated breath, his curiosity piqued. After about ten minutes, the passenger door opens, and Faith, his mother, stumbles out. She's swaying slightly, her laughter carrying faintly through the crisp air. He can see her blonde hair disheveled and her dress slightly askew, a clear sign she's had a bit too much to drink.
Greg's chest tightens as he sets down his controller and moves to the door, his bare feet whispering against the cold floorboards. He's not used to seeing his mother like this. Faith was always the picture of composure, the rock that kept their little family together. Her giggles as she fumbles with the lock tug at his heartstrings, a mix of concern and amusement. He opens the door before she has a chance to knock it off its hinges and is greeted by the scent of her floral perfume, now with an underlying note of alcohol. She looks up at him, her eyes glossy and a sloppy smile on her face. "Hey, handsome," she slurs, the keys slipping from her grasp.
Greg's stomach does a flip as he takes in the sight before him. Faith's blouse is half open, revealing the lacy edges of her bra, and there's a faint trace of something... off about her. His eyes widen as he notices a string of something thick and white, hanging from her chin. Sperm. His cheeks heat up as the reality of the situation dawns on him. He tries to avert his gaze, but the sight is like a magnet, pulling him in despite his better judgment.