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Lionel’s mom knocked on the door frantically, “Are you alright in there honey?”, but he was too busy handling his business to pay any attention to her. At this moment, his stomach was feeling bubbly with acids and full of hot-stinging gases that felt as if they might burn through the inner walls of his tummy if he didn’t get rid of them. He’d only taken a few breaths in before deciding he was going to try again. The palm of his left hand was pressed flat against the wall and his right was firmly gripped on to the edge of the counter on the opposite side. He was holding on to anything that he might be able to push against and that wouldn’t break. “Ok-ok, here we go”, he softly mumbled to himself in an attempt to calm down his nerves and prepare for the inevetable struggle which was to come. He shut is eyes tight and locked his teeth even tighter. Concentration was key, he thought. This time he was going to do it, he was going to pop that sucker right out. “Rrrrrrr-”, he slurred in agony. Outside, Mrs. Willquez was alert and listening with one ear glued to the door. “Lionel, for God’s sake your not giving birth! Its just taking out the trash!, she yelled. “Is it really that bad?”This little interuption caused Lionel to lose all focus and slowed down the intensity with which he was working. Mrs. Willquez, hearing no response and worried for her son, changed her tone of voice, “Do you want me to call the doctor honey?”.Lionel, clutching his hair, Tip Darts Key was trembling with anger. He felt he had almost pulled it off, and that he probably would have if his mom wouldn’t have startled him.”Lionel-”"No, mom! I don’t want you to call the doctor, I can go to the bathroom by myself, I don’t need help alright! Please, just-just go away ok!, he broke out frustrated.”Well I’m just tryn’a help, but fine if you don’t want me toooo.”, Mrs. Willquez frowned, turned away and started walking down the hall.”I always tell you: Lionel, you gott’a drink more water. But nope, you never listen!”,as she made this last remark, Mrs. Willquez was turning the corner and about to make her way down the stairs. She repeatedly darted her finger into the air a few times as a jesture of her displeasure, even though nobody was around to see her. Lionel could hear the distance in his mother’s voice and sighed with relief that she had gone. He was still sitting on the battle seat and sweating exceedingly. He couldn’t remember the last time it had been so hard. Damn it, he thought, why did all the bad things in the world happen to him. Even taking a dump was challenging in itself! Thinking about this, along with all the other mishaps in his life over a spand of fifteen-years, ignited for a terrible hotness to slowly begin growing inside him. It spread from the tip of his toes and all the way up, until it reached his steaming forhead. And once there, he could bare it no more. In a sudden burst of rage, out of his right hand was born a fist, which he slammed ruthlessly against the surface of the counter at full force, not caring about any pain that he might inflict on himself. The vigourity with which he did this, was so ferocious, that it managed to tip the toothbrush-cup over the edge of the counter at the time of impact. He was breathing heavily when bits of pain here and there began to spawn. The sense of being hurt, triggered in him, even more frustration, and again he plummitted his spheric hand into the hard unforgiving surface. Lionel mindlessly bombarded the granite plane counter, with the bony-flesh object that was his fists, until it become nothing more than a numb, blunt part of his body.Mere seconds later, as he was staring into blank space and stone-still, he heard a dropping sound. The type of sound a peson hears when they throw a small rock into a lake, or any body of water for that matter. Almost instantly, his sight dropped down into the bowl in search of visual confirmation for what he suspected and hoped had happened. However, visual confirmation wasn’t needed, fore Lionel was already feeling the liberating sensation of an empty-ish stomach settle in.The anger which had just moments before taken hold of his being, was now starting to gradually subside. Lionel didn’t know why, perhaps it was exhuastion, but he was feeling slightly light-headed for some reason. Making nothing of it, he decided since his business on the throne was practically done and overwith, that there was nothing else left but to wipe and flush. He’d start with the latter.
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