Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Open up this motherfucking door! I know you’re in there, BB! You son of a bitch!”
“What in the world?” I gasp.
“That’s my fucking ex,” Hunter explains, looking at me, his face filled with rage.
I jump as the heavy pounding noise hits my door again. It’s so hard that the door rattles. There are three small panels of glass at the top of the door and one of them shatters. I can see the top of a baseball bat.
“Get the fuck out here! I want my son!”
“Dad,” Ty cries as him and Slider come running up from the basement.
“Did you tell your mother where we were?” Hunter asks Ty.
“I said get the fuck out here!” his ex screams again. The baseball hits again and I go over to pick up the phone and dial 9-1-1.
Hunter sees me and nods. Then his attention turns back to his son. “Ty, did you tell her?”
“I told her we were moving in with Beau … and …”
“And what, son?”
“That I didn’t want to see her this weekend because I want to be with you and Beau,” he whispers. “It’s not like I hardly ever see her anyway, Dad. I just didn’t feel like fooling with her. I’m not ordered to see her. I only agreed to go now and then because she had a freaking meltdown. She threatened to …”
“What?” Hunter asks, as I whisper that there’s a domestic disturbance and a woman using a bat on my front door to the 9-1-1 dispatcher. I confirm my address before warning her there are children involved.
“It’s nothing,” Ty says, refusing to look at his dad.
I hang up looking at Ty in concern. His body is literally shivering, and he looks pale as a ghost. I don’t want to make matters worse for him, but I can’t just stand here. I go over to Ty and hold him close. I’m more than a little surprised when he gives me his weight and his hand finds mine, taking it in a white-knuckle death grip.
“Tell me, Ty. Now,” Hunter orders, his voice gruff and full of anger.
“She threatened to hurt herself if I didn’t spend time with her,” he confesses and my heart hurts. How anyone could say that to a child—to their own child—is completely out of my realm of thought. The fear and pain that Ty must have felt is so disgusting that it makes my stomach roll. I can hear sirens, even over Hunter’s ex—who is still screaming obscenities.
“I’ll just take the boys to the kitchen. They can help me fix breakfast,” I mumble lamely.
“Thanks, baby,” Hunter says, walking toward me. He reaches over and ruffles his fingers through Ty’s hair. “It’s going to be okay, son. Go with Beau.”
“Dad, I don’t want Mom in trouble. She doesn’t handle stress well. She might—”
“That’s not your worry, Ty. You’re the kid here. It may not seem like it, but your mother is a grown-ass woman. Her problems are not your weight to bear. Go along. Let me deal with this. It’s going to be okay.”
“Dad—”
“Trust me, son.”
Ty stares at his father, never letting go of my hand. Then, he nods and looks at me. The pain I see on his face twists something up inside of me and I hurt so much for this beautiful little boy that I can’t really stand it. I do my best to give him a smile. “C’mon boys, it’s time I show you my secret recipe that’s been handed down over five generations in my family,” I lie, trying to put a happy sound to my voice. I’m pretty sure I fail, but I can’t worry about that right now. I have way bigger problems on deck at the moment.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Chapter 17
BB
I finally break through with Beau and fucking Robin is here to ruin everything. The only thing that could make it worse is that she’s pulling her shit in front of my son. I’ve spent every year of Ty’s life trying to shield him from his mother’s craziness. Up until today, I thought I’d been mostly successful. I was so fucking wrong.
I’m so mad that my body is vibrating with it. Robin has made my life miserable since before Ty was born. I don’t regret him. My son is the center of my world. Until Beau, he was the sole purpose that I had in life. Now, it’s the two of them and I’ll be damned if I will allow this bitch to ruin it for me. I wasn’t happy when Ty told me that he wanted to begin visitation with his mother. To find out that he only did it because she emotionally blackmailed him fucking destroys me. I should have seen what was going on. I should have protected my boy more. I forcefully pull the door open so hard that it slams against the wall. I may have to replace the sheetrock in Beau’s house because of this, but I’ll do it. Right now, I need to make a point to the self-absorbed, rotten-to-the-core, bitch who has constantly tried to ruin my life.