His words, each one…
No.
Each syllable slammed into me, breaking something I was holding together by a miracle.
And when it broke, there was no way to hold back what it was keeping at bay.
So I let it rip.
“Would that Papaw took the time before he died to warn Mom of that very thing,” I clipped and Dad’s head jerked. “You gave her children but you took away everything else, being a weak man who chose his own selfish needs over his family. You cannot stand there and say Hop is not decent, at the same time sinking in the mud you stepped in your own damned self. All that while Mom’s passed out cold upstairs, losing herself in a bottle because she can’t cope with the fact she lost her husband three decades ago. But he didn’t have the courage to cut ties and walk away so he tortures her with his selfishness every single day.”
His face turned to stone before he made an attempt to do something he couldn’t do. That was, putting the lid back on his boiling over pot of deceptions.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you,” I leaned toward him, “fucking do.”
“Remember who you’re speaking to and who you are, Elaine. That language—”
“Go fuck yourself, Dad,” I snapped and his head jerked again.
“I cannot believe you would dare—”
I took a step toward him and hissed, “Believe it!” I leaned back and threw out both my hands. “You know, when you go to her, you don’t just fuck over Mom. You fuck over Lis and me. Every time. Every time you go to her, it says, straight up, you do not give one single,” I leaned into him again, “shit about any of us.”
“This, this right here is the effect of spending time with that Tyra friend of yours and the kind of people her husband and your friend Hopper are.”
“Yes,” I agreed, nodding my head. “Yes, Dad. This right here is the effect of being around people who are loyal, decent, and honest. This right here is the effect of being around people who do not let other people mess with their heads or screw them over. This right here is the effect of exactly that. And, in about five seconds, there’ll be another effect. The effect of me walking upstairs and packing my bag. After that, the effect will be me walking out of here. After that, the effect will be you having to explain to Mom tomorrow where I’ve gone. And after that will be the effect of me explaining to Mom that I’ll speak to her if she doesn’t call me drunk off her ass but I am never again speaking to you.”
“You play that game, just like your sister, you’ll be cut off,” he warned.
“Newsflash, Dad. Just like Elissa, I wanted a father who was loyal and true to my mother and, if he couldn’t be that, he could at least let her go so she could find happiness in herself or someone else. Money and cars and houses, nothing holds a candle to that, so you can’t buy my love and loyalty and you can’t hurt me by taking things away I never wanted in the first place.”
“You say that now but—”
“Save it,” I bit off, lifting my hand and throwing it out at the same time turning on my boot and stomping to the stairs.
“Lanie, you leave, you do this, your mother will be devastated,” he called to my back. Four steps up, I turned back to him.
“You’re right. She will. And that sucks. But you know what? She’s lived with devastation a really long time. She knows the drill.”
On that, I turned again and stomped up the steps.
I yanked out my suitcase while pressing buttons on my phone.
“Lady,” Hop greeted after one ring.
“I… uh, Hop…” I trailed off mostly because my throat closed and I couldn’t force words out of my mouth.
He heard it, sensed it by Hop Magic or both.
I knew this when he ordered low, “Talk to me.”
I forced down a swallow and tossed my suitcase on the bed. “There was a, um… some unpleasantness… when I got back. Actually I would say it was more like… extreme unpleasantness.”
He didn’t ask.
He didn’t hesitate.
He just clipped out, “Pack. Text your address. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
My body stopped dead and my eyes closed tight.
“Lanie? You hear me?” Hop called.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His voice was gentle when he replied, “Pack, baby.”
“Okay.”
“Text me first. I want to be waiting at the door when you’re done.”
“Okay.”
“See you soon.”
“Okay.”
“Bye, lady.”
“Bye, Hop.”
We disconnected and I moved, flying through the room, packing with haste.