Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Does this mean you’re ready to give us a chance? So I can be your good girl?”
“That’s the worst fucking idea ever. I know it’s going to ruin us both, but fuck…”
I didn’t falter in adding…
“I want you to be mine.”
Thirteen
Hayes
“Momma, will you play with me?” I asked, building my LEGOs on the floor in the living room while she was in the kitchen.
“Not right now, honey. I need to get dinner ready for your dad. You play by yourself, okay? Like a good boy.”
Maybe when Dad gets home, he will play with me?
Probably not. He never played with me. He was always busy with his club. We never did anything together. Most of the time, he stayed at the club instead of our house. It made momma really sad, but I tried my best to be a good boy for her. I hated seeing her cry. It was the worst feeling.
Momma came up behind me, pulling my back against her chest.
“Okay, I’ll play for a few minutes, but then I have to finish dinner. I’m making your favorite.”
“Lasagna,” I replied, looking up at her.
“Yes, little man.” She kissed the side of my neck, tickling me in the ribs.
I had the best momma. She was always there for me. No matter what.
“You’re getting so big, Chase.”
“I’ll be nine next month.”
“I know. My little man is turning into a real one too fast. Can you slow down for me?”
I laughed.
“Soon you’re not going to want to snuggle anymore.”
“I love snuggling you, Momma. It makes you happy.”
“Let me tell you a little secret.”
“What?”
“Mommas aren’t the only ones who love to snuggle. All girls do. One day you’re going to have a special girl in your life.”
“I don’t like girls.”
“You say that now, but it won’t always be that way.”
“Dad doesn’t cuddle you.”
She frowned. “Promise me you’ll never be like your father, little man. You’ll always be affectionate with your girl. Show her how much you care about her. Even if you can’t say it the words. Actions always speak louder, Chase.”
“Dad has lots of girls around him at the club.”
“Those aren’t girls, honey. At least not any girl I ever want to see you with. You stay away from those types of women, okay?”
I nodded.
She was sad again.
“You meet a sweet girl from a nice family. One that is kind, caring, loving, and has spitfire personality to level you out.”
“Okay, Momma. How will I find her?”
“She’ll find you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m manifesting her for you.”
“What does manifesting mean?”
“It means that your thoughts, wants, and needs are very powerful. Whatever you put your mind to it will happen for you.”
“Can I manifest dad not making you sad anymore?”
She didn’t reply. Instead, she tickled me again, and I squirmed in her arms.
“Stop ticking me,” I laughed, moving my body around.
“Never,” she giggled.
The sound of the garage door opening caused us both to jump. Interrupting our time together. Momma immediately stood, fixing her pretty white dress that she said she bought for him last week.
With each step he took, his boots pounded on the floor. We never knew what mood he’d be in. The house always felt different when he was there, like he wasn’t meant to be with us.
Once he was walking into the living, she greeted, “Hey, honey,” she greeted.
He took one look at me and then her before he held the back of her neck. She didn’t look comfortable with how he was holding her, but when she realized I was watching them.
She looked at me, smiling and it made me feel better.
“Dinner is almost ready,” she added.
“It’s not ready yet? What the fuck are you good for? I come home and I’m greeted with your laziness?”
“Billy—”
His hand was in the air, slapping her across the face and she fell to the floor. I couldn’t stand by and watch him treat her like this anymore. She didn’t deserve it. She never did.
I stood, charging him. “Don’t hit my momma!”
“Chase, no!” she shouted as my shoulder hit his stomach.
“Oomph…”
His back slammed against the wall behind him.
“You don’t ever hit my momma again!”
I didn’t stop there. I grabbed the first thing I could find off the kitchen counter. It was frying pan. Quickly, I tried to hit him, but he caught my wrist.
“Billy, no!”
He pushed me so hard that I flew across the room.
“This is what I come home to! My fucking family’s bullshit! You turn my son against me!”
“No!” She stood, her hands out in front of her. “I swear to you—”
“Fuck you, Crystal! I don’t need this shit.”
With that, he turned around.
“Billy, please… Don’t leave.”
I hated seeing her beg him. I never understood why she did or why she stayed. It never made any sense.
The door slammed shut behind him and seconds later the sound of his Harley vibrated through the house.