Started writing this on a whim and am making it up as I go along. So feel free to give suggestions or point out any inconsistencies as I go on.

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Turt was walking through the halls on his way home from school. He exchanged friendly greetings with people as he passed by. Some he waved to others he said hey but it didn't go any further than that. All these people were just acquaintances none of them really knew him or were a true friends. But Turt was a nice guy and was on good terms with almost anybody he meets but it never goes past that. Its like people don't care or just don't want to care. They only see the outer two percent of who he really is. Although that could also be his fault for not taking the initiative to take the first step himself. Over the years his existence has been lonely but he doesn't mind it.

The one person he does have in his life is his mother. She had always been their for him as long as he could remember. She could be loving and caring to the point of smothering at times which leads to disputes but it all comes from her enormous heart. Despite her doting she was the only one he felt like he could be his true self around. She raised him single handedly all these years without complaint. He couldn't help but love her unconditionally.

Turt had never met his father. His mother would always say that he was off working and couldn't come back while holding a loving smile . But in Turt's 17 years of life he never came back. Who would be working that long and not ever come home, it was obvious to Turt that he wasn't ever going to come back. So he decided that if his father wasn't going to be their for her, he was going to be.

Turt has tried to take every burden of the household on to his back allowing his mother to have an easier life. He cooks, cleans, gets groceries, does the laundry,and dishes you name it. This was all in attempt to make it so that the only hardship his mother has to face is going to work everyday. In doing so he hasn't taken time to pursue anything like sports, music, or a girlfriend but he felt the trade off was worth it.

Turt's small home was just a few blocks away from school so it was a short walk. The pale blue house had 2 bedrooms and 1.5 baths with a small yard located in a quiet neighborhood. While it wasn't a big or extravagant home it fit their needs and Turt had always kept up with the maintenance so it was in good condition.

Walking up to the front door of the pale blue house he fished his keys out of his jeans and unlocked the door. Stepping inside Turt could still smell the lingering scent of the bacon he had made this morning causing his stomach to grumble. He quickly kicked off his shoes on the mat in the entry way before locking the door behind him then striding down the hardwood hallway to the kitchen.

Seeing as his mother wasn't home Turt hung his backpack on a chair and started debating on what to make for supper. He quickly recalled what they had eaten the past few days and what he had made her for lunch. Not being able to come up with anything he proceeded to try and look up some ideas on his phone. Only after looking at his phone did realize that it was a special day.

Today was his parents wedding anniversary. Even though his father was no longer here every time this day came around his mother would spend it staring at the front door. It was like she was just waiting, expecting to see him walk through the door. It was painful for Turt to watch while it also made him ridiculously angry at the man referred to as his father. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it must feel like for his mother to go through.

So he had to make her a special meal and try to distract her because he refused to allow her spend another day like she had in the past. Quickly he decided to make her favorite meal spaghetti with meat sauce. While beginning to cook he started brainstorming things to do so that he could hopefully distract her.

Turt was frying up the hamburger when he heard the front door open so he yelled out in a cheerful voice “Welcome home.”

There wasn't the usual response just the treading of heavy footsteps down the hallway. This frightened Turt he swore he locked the front door when he came in so he called out “Who's there?” with a wavering voice.

“Calm down Turtulious” came the response of a deep smooth voice from the hallway.

Turtulious was his full name but because it was so different he went by Turt. Its not like Turt was any less weird but it was at least shorter. Turtolious was the name given to him by his father. His mother had told him he was given that name because his father wished for him to be able to hold the world upon his back one day, like the turtle in the Iroquois creation myth. Turt thought it was a nice thought but it was no reason to give your child such a weird name. Once again another thing he wished to complain to his nonexistent old man about.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Needless to say the only one who calls him Turtulious is his mother when she is upset. Adding that up with him just hearing a calm male voice caused Turt to freak the fuck out. Grabbing the hot fry pan off the stove with equally hot grease and hamburger it. He positioned himself ready to attack whatever walks through the doorway.

“Please don't attack me.” Came the voice once again but this time sounding a little annoyed while the foot steps came to a stop.

Turt didn't respond but only tightened his grip on the handle of the pan before slowly lowering it but was still cautious.

The sound of foot steps soon resumed followed by an otherworldly stench. Within a few seconds a tall middle aged man appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. Long grimy matted black hair cascaded down his shoulders. His hair was parted down the middle showing handsome but dirty face sporting a scraggly beard .Lazy violet eyes glowed out between his rough beard and bushy eyebrows. Not only his face was dirty but the rags you could only assume were suppose to be clothes were filthy. Torn, thread bare, burnt in some places, it was impossible to tell what their original colors were.

Fearing not only that this homeless man was here to rob them but also to rape and murder his mother and him. He did the only sane thing. Turt yelled, “FOR MY VIRGINITY!” Before swinging the pan at the piece of garbage.

Caught off guard by the what Turt had just yelled the man didn't realize that the frying pan full of hot grease and hamburger was coming for his face. Once the grease hit it started scalding his skin causing an immense amount of pain. Even before he could bring his hands up to try and wipe it away from his face and eyes the pan had already arrived smashing right into his nose. The pan broke his nose while also caused him to lose balance and fall back onto the hardwood in the hallway.

Turt didn't hesitate and kept bashing the sketchy man on the head after he fell into the hallway. In a minute of constantly swinging the pan started to feel heavy in his hands. Turt didn't stop swinging though, he had to protect not only his ass, but more so he had to protect his one and only beloved mother.

Once he finally stopped, the creep was beaten to a bloody pulp while the pan was completely unrecognizable. No longer was it black but red from all the blood. Not to mention entirely warped and misshapen from the constant barrage of blows smashing against the sleazebags skull.

It was then that the front door opened and in walked a stunning blonde woman. Her petite body exuded a mature charm while her pleasant face could brighten up any room she walks into. She kicked off her heels before closing the door and finally noticing the scene before her.

Tears instantly started streaming from her amber eyes while she slowly started to approach. Soon she was trying to run but her outfit that hugged her stimulating curves slowed her down. She finally tripped and fell right before the bloody man instantly crawling too seek his embrace.

Observing the scene before him, Turt was unable to process what was happening. Why was she crying and why did she rush to this creep. He had never seen his mother even look in the direction of any male. Although he encouraged her to move on and look for someone. It was all too weird. Who was this man and why choose him? Turt asked himself as he look on.

The man was tenderly patting the crying woman's golden locks while she was crying into his chest. He then looked up at Turt before spitting out of glob of blood and saying, “ Son you've grown up. Well, enjoy your inheritance. Honey its time to retire.”

The next second the stinky old creep and the stunning blonde vanished into thin air. The only thing that remained where they were once laying on the ground was blood and hamburger. The house was eerily silent.

Son.... Son... Honey? The hell is going on Turt thought. He couldn't be. Wh...where did they go.

“M...Mom” He yelled out cautiously but all that answered was silence. Unable to process what just occurred. Turt just stood their dumbfounded, replaying the events in his mind over and over again.

He didn't come out of the funk until he started to feel weird. It was a feeling of weightlessness before his body went completely numb. Finally Turt disappeared leaving only the small blue house to itself.