Elizabeth "It's not so bad, Steven; you just have to accept that you suck at everything."

Steven "Yeah, whatever... fucking bitch..."

Elizabeth's mom, my mom wiped the blood from my face and gave me an ice pack. "I thind she brode my nose," I said.            "Trust me hon, your nose would hurt a lot more if she did." She went to attend to dad's bruised forehead and I said, "Thands, mom."            She gave me an odd look, like I'd said the wrong thing, but gave me a half smile and a small nod. There was definitely a touch of Elizabeth in her, filling me with that familiar feeling of unease and embarrassment. But what did I have to be embarrassed about? We were a family now, right? I was just trying to play my role. People don't always have to treat me like I'm outside of everything.            "Maybe you should go up to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up, Steven," she said. "You're kind of a mess." She didn't look at me, and I wanted to ask her what she was planning to do about her insane daughter who thought she could just go around punching people in the face when she was unhappy about something. But instead of asking I just slinked away, upstairs and to the bathroom. Once I got there I took a good, long look in the mirror. She'd busted me up pretty good. What a fucking bitch... My eye was swollen, my nose slightly discolored, blood all over me. I hadn't actually realized just how far she'd gone. It wasn't as bad once I washed my face, though my nose hurt every time I applied even gentle pressure to it. That was it. I needed no more of this, no more Elizabeth. I'd be more than happy if I never saw her again.            I heard footsteps in the hall and glanced through the open doorway to see Elizabeth walking toward the bathroom, rubbing at her eyes. She hadn't yet seen me, and the thing to do would have been to close the door, or to just wait for her to notice me and have her wait until I was finished. It might even have done her some good to see my face and what she'd done to it in a clear light; somehow I knew that if she did, she would have apologized. But instead, acting on a sudden, inexplicable impulse, I slipped into the closet and closed the door. I could still see through a crack I left open. And I waited.            I felt terrified as I watched her come inside and close the door behind her. Whatever hate or anger I thought I'd felt disappeared as I looked at her – whatever was wrong with her, whatever it was that made her so unreasonable, so violent, it was something that I think I wanted to have. There was something about her that was painfully lacking in me, obviously. I mean fuck, look; I was hiding in a closet.            And I knew that I was a fucking idiot. What had I to gain but more abuse and reproach? Why would I want anything to do with her? But as I watched her stand in front of the mirror and look at herself for almost ten minutes, I knew that I'd always put up with anything she might happen to do to me.            She turned away from the mirror very suddenly, pulling off her shirt. My eyes widened, completely riveted to the sight of her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she was standing there, just a few feet away, completely topless. I could see her breasts, I was looking at her breasts, her hands moved to undo her pants and I was staring at her breasts...            She pulled down her jeans, kicking them aside, then took off her boxers and was naked. Completely naked. She yawned, bringing her arms up slowly, arching her back as she stood momentarily on her toes, and I suddenly realized that I had the hardest erection of my entire life. Then she turned on the water and tested it with her hand before stepping into the shower, disappearing from my view.            I leaned against the wall of the closet, breathing heavily. Holy shit. Holy fucking christ. I'd just gotten to see what I thought I never would. And it was truly the best thing ever.            I'd have to wait quietly for her to get out of the shower and leave; she could never know that I was here. But as I waited I heard her voice through the sound of the water, singing a song I didn't recognize, then going silent again before emitting a light moan. I listened carefully, to see if I'd really heard it, and then it came again. Another moan, quicker this time. I suddenly felt that I had to know; I had to see... My body moved almost of its own accord as I pushed open the closet door and crept into the bathroom...            Using the mirror over the sink I could see the reflection of her face, eyes closed, and I was sure she was masturbating. I tried to maneuver so I could see more of her body in the mirror, but it was no use. Her eyes were still closed, and I thought I could risk it. I moved in front of the shower so I could see her clearly, right there before me, water running down her body as her hand moved between her legs, her mouth emitting an occasional small sound of pleasure... I can't even describe how beautiful it was. Everything I ever wanted was right there in front of me...            I watched her, losing all awareness of my own body, all conception of myself – it's like I wasn't even there, I was an invisible observer, I was the very essense of appreciation. I took in every inch of her skin, every glisten of light from her body, every expression of her face. I watched until an orgasmic shiver ran through her body; her muscles relaxing as she slumped against the wall of the shower. Her eyes opened and everything slowed down... I could see drops of water splashing against her skin, droplets falling from her hair as she turned slowly toward me, her eyes connecting with mine as I became real again and a bolt of terror shot through me. Then, before I fully realized what was happening, her hands were around my neck and she was smashing the back of my head against the sink.            There was definitely something appealing about seeing her above me, her teeth clenched in near-insane rage, catching the occasional jiggle of one of her breasts in my peripheral vision as she slammed my head over and over, the loud crack of my skull against porcelain cutting easily through the background noise of the shower.            She spun me around and for a moment I caught a glimpse of the blood that had splattered across the sink. Then, with strength I was surprised she had, she pushed me across the room and I landed in a heap in the shower. The water almost immediately began to take on a red twinge as it flowed across me and into the drain.            I looked up and saw Elizabeth standing over me, the draw of her eyes not quite enough to keep me from noticing that I had a perfect view of her vagina. My eyes were abruptly shut by the force of her knee smashing into my face, a second time, and by the third I felt a tooth come loose. I spit it out, along with a generous amount of blood, then realized that she was screaming at me. I saw her mouth moving, I heard sounds, but I couldn't make out any words. Then she kicked me in the stomach, which ludicrously triggered the greatest orgasm of my lifetime; I lay limply in the shower as my penis pumped semen into my pants, a broken smile on my face as Elizabeth grabbed a towel and stormed from the room. The pain was starting to catch up with me, but at that moment I felt really happy. I could feel a sense of real goodness welling up inside me, and my lips drew themselves somewhat awkwardly across the gap in my teeth as I closed my eyes.

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