Confrontation My Fat Slob of a Son is my Only Hope chapter 2 by novar

Today is the day. As much as it pains me because it meant that I failed as a father, I would just have to kick my own son out of my house, let life teach him the lessons I proved unable to and let him fend for himself all alone. Tom needed to get back to college or get a job and stop being such a disgusting slob. It had to be done.

"Tom, we need to talk" I knocked on his door with force and with a stern voice to let him known this was serious

"Not now dad I'm busy"

"NOW!" I blared and knocked again. After another short period of silence I used the spare key I had for his bedroom which clearly surprised him. I was relieved he looked like he was toying with something on his desk instead of doing something more intimate, but it didn't matter what he was doing. What mattered was what is going to happen with him.

"What the hell? I told you I'm busy" Tom got angry at first but a look at my face and he started to understand what this was about.

"I gave you enough chances, I want you and your things out of the house" The words still hurt me, but it hurt more seeing what my own son turned into. 

"What? No way" He looked at me in disbelief, hoping it was a joke

"Of course I can, it's my house. I agreed to give you a year, and it's almost a year and a half now and you have showed no intention to move out, so today is your last day here and that's final"

"You can't do that! I told you I'm working on my project!" He stood up trying to make his case, but the disgusting waft of body odors only hardened my resolve

"There's nothing to discuss, Tom" I avoided calling him my son deliberately, patience was over. It was no longer time for conciliatory measures or deals, he would have to beg a lot for me to reconsider, or to impress me with his so called project.

"Fuck off, this is my house too. You can't just kick me out" He got angry again, he just kept disappointing me. After all I did for him this is what I got

"I can and I will. If you aren't out of the house by midnight I will kick you out myself and throw away all your crap, so you better start packing" I crossed my arms, daring him to fight me. I am no longer in my prime years, but my son is 300lb of all fat, I am pretty confident I could beat him up if needed. I almost wanted to start doing it now just to erase that entitled behavior out of him.

"Ugh, whatever" He relented and sat back on his chair, but didn't start packing his things or doing anything, just stared down at the floor like a chastised beast. Was it a test? I didn't know, and I didn't care. I made my point and more importantly, I realized it wouldn't be hard to do it by force if needed. I didn't feel guilty or sad about this because I still wanted the best for him, and the best for him was to stop being a lazy, worthless freeloader

"You have until midnight" I said and left, starting to get a little excited about life without that burden on me. 

I know as the lazy person he is he wouldn't have any tricks up his sleeve, so his only options were to obey me or defy me, and I am bigger and stronger than him so defying me would be a stupid idea on his part. I took a beer from the fridge and went back to the TV, patiently waiting for him to depart or for midnight, where drastic measures would be used.

What happens next?