1 What a Weekend!
Jonathan Burke finished his film and digital media study a few months ago.
However, because of his poor physical condition, no film production companies were willing to accept him.
Since birth, Jon was diagnosed with a rare cancer cell in the brain that was still a mystery in the medical world.
There was no medicine or therapy to cure him. He has tried various ways. But strangely, he could survive to this day. He was even twenty-five years old today.
Still having a hobby he took seriously, like cooking, Jon still has the opportunity to work in a fast food restaurant as a chef.
But that alone was not enough to keep Jon free from his mother's daily rants.
Ring!
The alarm that Jon had set blared from his cell phone.
However, the owner of the phone, who was still half drunk because of last night's party, just squirmed and accidentally kicked the phone until it fell off the bed.
SLAM!
"JONATHAN!"
The brown curly-haired young man's room door was violently slammed from the outside by a woman in her sixties.
Jon's cell phone alarm also woke the woman in the next room. Another bedroom, only blocked by a thin wall.
"Get up! If I heard that alarm again, I swear to God, I would throw your phone into the bin!"
Jonathan has quite sensitive hearing. After all, he was once a famous DJ as a teenager.
And the voice of his mother's shouting also managed to wake him up, even though Jon just squirmed and made an indistinct murmur.
"Get up, you sloth monster!"
"Come on, you have housework to be done! Clean the attic, Jon!"
When his friends his age moved out of his parent's house, Jon was forced to stay at his mother's house because the salary from being a chef at fast food restaurant was not enough for him to rent a place to live.
Jon's parents divorced a few years ago and live separately. Meanwhile, Jon's older brother married last year and has a decent life with his new family in the capital city.
"Sshhhh, Mom. I can hear you. Stop shouting at me!" said Jon, forcing his body to get up.
Jon's mother cast a death stare at him before leaving him alone.
Jonathan just sighed and then tried to find his mobile phone that had fallen under the bed.
"Come here, little monster," He said, trying to reach for his phone, which was not easy.
His fingers were too big to explore the narrow gap under the bed.
"I got you! I got you!"
Finally, Jonathan managed to pull out his phone after a few minutes.
However, a paper that had been lodged under his bed was also pulled out by him, tucked between his fingers.
A paper that made Jon forget to replenish his lungs.
(Last night was amazing, Jon - I love you - xoxo)
A glimpse of his memories of when he was a teenager also flashed through his mind.
Jonathan was a teenager who was quite popular as a high school student. Famous in an extensive term.
Popular was the dream of every teenage boy at his age.
He had a handsome face, and an athletic body, mastered many types of sports, and had many friends who were also popular.
The most important thing was the girls were always chasing him.
Jonathan had exciting teenage years full of entertainment and adventure.
Always got invited to house parties, drunk and smoking weed.
He's been through it all. However, all of that was really meaningless after growing up. And Jonathan also began to understand after experiencing it.
No more popular friends who always invited him to parties.
No more girls who always wanted his touch and sweet promises.
In the end, everyone left him.
Adulthood was indeed sucked for most people.
"JONATHAN!!!"
Jon's mother's yell instantly dispersed the old memories from Jonathan's head.
"YES, SANDRA! A MOMENT!"
Jonathan did not always return his mother's yell with a yell. He was a loving man and really cared about his mother.
He always bought her flowers and favorite red wine every Mother's Day.
Even though he never got the reaction he expected from his mother, who always had reasons to be mad at him almost every day.
It was noon when Jon woke up, and he had to do his housework as Sandra ordered him to.
He started by cleaning the attic because winter was about to come. Sandra planned to install a new technology heater up there to keep the house warm.
Next, Jonathan cooked a traditional Irish breakfast for himself and his mother. Such a lovely house son he was.
They both lived in a small house in a small town known to be the safest town to live in.
Galway in the Republic of Ireland.
As a child, Jon strongly believed that he was descended from the Vikings because Sandra was born and raised in a Viking's country.
"Tell me, Jon. How many hours did you work last week?" asked Sandra, striking up a conversation that made Jonathan choke on the bacon he was swallowing.
"Mom, remember we don't talk about work during the weekend?"
"How many hours, Jon?"
Jonathan already knew where the conversation was going. However, he only sighed and resignedly answered.
"24 hours."
"Mine was 54 hours, Jon, and I still have to pay for the electric bills and bins by myself." Said Sandra, making fun of Jon, who never took part in paying the electricity and house bins bills.
"I am your son," Jon replied, reluctant to look up. His feelings were mixed up.
"You don't even have to pay the rent for living in my house," Sandra added, pretending not to hear Jon's words.
"I am your son, Mom. I am living here to take care of you. No one will do such a thing, no one but me."
Sandra drank wine from a glass prepared on the dining table before her.
"I thought that you could do better than that." Said Sandra coldly.
Jonathan stared into wrinkled hazel eyes that were exactly the same as his.
In fact, since childhood, Jon was often regarded as a child with exactly the same facial features as his mother.
However, being another version of the woman he loved so much did not make his heart find peace as an adult.
Jon cleared the dining table and washed the dishes with a bitter smile.
He left Sandra to go into the sitting room without saying anything else.
With a heavy heart, he turned on the television in the room to seek solace from the mental attack he had just received.
"Ehmmm – ahhh yes … harder, Baby."
"Ahhhh – yes, keep going."
"Fuck – ahhhh."
A naked blonde Russian woman was moaning and screaming while a naked hairy French man pounding her crotch hard, giving Jon's brain an instant electric shock-like painful sensation.
"Damn it … not now, God, please." Jon dropped the remote control he was using because of the sudden pain in his head.
The pain was not the first time it occurred.
Although Jon has experienced it many times since birth, he would still never be able to tolerate the pain.
The diagnosis of brain cancer often made him want to die fast. Especially when it gave him a painful sensation like now. His head felt numb.
"Ahhhh – yes, Baby."
"Cum inside me, Baby. Ahhh – yes"
Jon groaned, his eyes looking back at the television screen showing a pornographic video titled I got fucked by a handsome French man.
He did not know that the show triggered the pain in his head.
It was probably the lousy timing he had there.
"What the hell."
Jon knew that Sandra had an excessive obsession with Frenchmen.
However, he did not know that his mother watched porno to satisfy her obsession.
"Yesss, Baby! Ahhh–"
The moaning voice made Jon's head numb even more.
He crawled on the floor, trying to leave the room. Ignored the porno that was still being played.
"Damn it. What the hell is happening? It's getting worse."
Sandra saw Jonathan crawling on the floor, clutching his head. And the woman immediately ran to her son.
"What happened to you, Jon? Are you okay?"
"Ugh, no, I am not. I am not okay."
"Is it that pain again?" Sandra, who had been very annoyed with Jon, immediately became very worried.
"Ugh, I need to get out of this place."
Jonathan crawled towards the back door of the house, trying to get away from the source of the moaning voice from the still-unfinished porn video.
"What? No, don't get out! It's windy outside."
SLAM!
"AHHHHH!" the sound of a satisfied woman screaming from the television ended Jon's suffering instantly.
However, at the same time, Jonathan and Sandra were stunned to find something unusual at their back door.
A girl with two ponytails standing outside the door was surprised, too. She accidentally dropped the pacifier from her tiny mouth when the door burst open.
"Dadda!"
