is that whore doing driving to my house?” My voice rises an octave with each word, and my heart pounds out a sharp, slicing bolero to the gods of war. Noah senses something is wrong and starts to cry.
“I don't … I have no fucking clue,” Ty says. He sounds baffled, but not angry. Not yet. Or maybe that's because this time, it's my job. I start to run. “Never!” Ty shouts, but he's helpless to come after. Can't exactly take off at a pounding job with a newborn strapped to your chest. I pummel back down the sidewalk and into the yard just in time see Hannah climbing out of her car. It's a nice car, admittedly, far too nice for someone like her.
I come up and hit her hard, just after the realtor calls out a cheerful hello to me. Hannah falls back and slams into the shiny red paint of her sedan.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I growl, squeezing her biceps with my nails, digging them into her pale flesh. Her pale lips are parted and her blue eyes are wide. “What is your fucking deal?”
“My deal?” she asks as the realtor stumbles over and looks between us, trying to decide if she should get involved or not. I slash a glare her way and she steps back. “I'm just here to look at the house. Who are you?” So she's playing dumb. Fine. Maybe this will wake her up. My fist comes back, but strong fingers grasp me around the wrist and keep me from making a stupid mistake, one that could end up with me sitting pregnant in prison.
“Mrs. McCabe,” Ty says, and I think he chooses his words purposely. “Don't do something you'll regret.” I want to tell him that I could never regret decking this bitch, that she deserves a good beat down, that I could kill her and not feel bad about it. I try to think of Ty and my kid and my sisters instead, turning away and rubbing my hands down my face.
“Hello there,” Hannah says and the sound of her voice almost takes me over the edge, sends me into a wild rage. I bite my lip so hard it bleeds, trying to contain myself. From the backyard, Angelica starts to bark. “This is quite a coincidence.”
“Oh, I'm sure,” Ty says and his voice holds venom, thick and pungent. I turn around and watch their interaction. Inside of me, our new baby stirs. Or at least I imagine it does. In all reality, it's probably the size of a pea. I put a hand over my stomach and hold my ground. “Hannah, I don't think I need to tell you how weird this is.” Hannah brushes her honeyed curls back. She looks the picture of innocence standing there in a green and yellow sundress, hair fluttering softly in the wind. Perfect facade for a child fucker.
“I'm looking to buy a house, Tyson.” She smiles; my red rage turns violet. “How was I supposed to know this one was yours?”
“Sorry, bitch, we don't sell to pedophiles. Take your freak show on the road.”
“Excuse me,” the realtor says, trying to interject herself between Hannah and me. When I flash my gaze over to her though, she shrinks back a bit. She's weak. I consider telling her to grow a backbone, but I know I'm just being mean. I focus my rage back on Hannah.
“I don't really appreciate you speaking to me like that,” she says, voice so soft it's nearly ripped away by the wind. I see her eyes fall on Mini McCabe and I come this close to strangling her. I step forward, Ty steps to the side and puts his hand over my chest. When he tosses a glance back at me, he's smiling. No dimples and it doesn't reach his eyes, but it's there.
“Hey you.”
I don't know how to respond to that, so I just stare at him, locking my hazel eyes with his brown ones, telling him it's not okay. It will never be okay with me. I blame this woman for a lot. It was her; she stole the last of Ty's innocence, practically sold him into the sex trade, and left him with a man whose clients included perverts, kidnappers, and murderers. Frankly, I just want to fucking kill her, or at the very least, beat the ever living crap out of her. I should've
“I don't … I have no fucking clue,” Ty says. He sounds baffled, but not angry. Not yet. Or maybe that's because this time, it's my job. I start to run. “Never!” Ty shouts, but he's helpless to come after. Can't exactly take off at a pounding job with a newborn strapped to your chest. I pummel back down the sidewalk and into the yard just in time see Hannah climbing out of her car. It's a nice car, admittedly, far too nice for someone like her.
I come up and hit her hard, just after the realtor calls out a cheerful hello to me. Hannah falls back and slams into the shiny red paint of her sedan.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I growl, squeezing her biceps with my nails, digging them into her pale flesh. Her pale lips are parted and her blue eyes are wide. “What is your fucking deal?”
“My deal?” she asks as the realtor stumbles over and looks between us, trying to decide if she should get involved or not. I slash a glare her way and she steps back. “I'm just here to look at the house. Who are you?” So she's playing dumb. Fine. Maybe this will wake her up. My fist comes back, but strong fingers grasp me around the wrist and keep me from making a stupid mistake, one that could end up with me sitting pregnant in prison.
“Mrs. McCabe,” Ty says, and I think he chooses his words purposely. “Don't do something you'll regret.” I want to tell him that I could never regret decking this bitch, that she deserves a good beat down, that I could kill her and not feel bad about it. I try to think of Ty and my kid and my sisters instead, turning away and rubbing my hands down my face.
“Hello there,” Hannah says and the sound of her voice almost takes me over the edge, sends me into a wild rage. I bite my lip so hard it bleeds, trying to contain myself. From the backyard, Angelica starts to bark. “This is quite a coincidence.”
“Oh, I'm sure,” Ty says and his voice holds venom, thick and pungent. I turn around and watch their interaction. Inside of me, our new baby stirs. Or at least I imagine it does. In all reality, it's probably the size of a pea. I put a hand over my stomach and hold my ground. “Hannah, I don't think I need to tell you how weird this is.” Hannah brushes her honeyed curls back. She looks the picture of innocence standing there in a green and yellow sundress, hair fluttering softly in the wind. Perfect facade for a child fucker.
“I'm looking to buy a house, Tyson.” She smiles; my red rage turns violet. “How was I supposed to know this one was yours?”
“Sorry, bitch, we don't sell to pedophiles. Take your freak show on the road.”
“Excuse me,” the realtor says, trying to interject herself between Hannah and me. When I flash my gaze over to her though, she shrinks back a bit. She's weak. I consider telling her to grow a backbone, but I know I'm just being mean. I focus my rage back on Hannah.
“I don't really appreciate you speaking to me like that,” she says, voice so soft it's nearly ripped away by the wind. I see her eyes fall on Mini McCabe and I come this close to strangling her. I step forward, Ty steps to the side and puts his hand over my chest. When he tosses a glance back at me, he's smiling. No dimples and it doesn't reach his eyes, but it's there.
“Hey you.”
I don't know how to respond to that, so I just stare at him, locking my hazel eyes with his brown ones, telling him it's not okay. It will never be okay with me. I blame this woman for a lot. It was her; she stole the last of Ty's innocence, practically sold him into the sex trade, and left him with a man whose clients included perverts, kidnappers, and murderers. Frankly, I just want to fucking kill her, or at the very least, beat the ever living crap out of her. I should've
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