“We’ve already established that years ago. Now, quit stalling. Drop your drawers and get your ass moving. The darker it gets outside the harder it will be to film.”
“You ain’t filmin’ shit.” He turned to Miranda. “Don’t you dare let him video record me.”
She giggled and I threw her a wink. I was totally going to record it. This shit needed to be watched by everyone in the family.
Colt walked out the door shaking his head. He slammed the storm door shut and we all followed him anyway. The kids came running out behind us, but we had to send them back in. There was no way I wanted my daughter seeing Colt’s alleged elephant penis.
Colt stood in between my house and my parents. He wouldn’t look at us, but had already removed his shirt. His big ass Mitchell tattoo was going to be the last image my mother saw as he was running away from her house.
“Drop the jeans. Let it all hang out, Dude.” Conner whistled in between laughs.
Colt shook his head and dropped his jeans to the ground. The best part was that he never turned around.
Savanna and Miranda were in front of us. Both hunched over laughing so hard they were crying. As Colt began to walk toward my parent’s house, Savanna started whistling. He turned around and lifted up his arms, displaying the full front of his body. I cringed my face up from that first second his junk hit my eyes, they began to burn with the image.
I turned around and waited until I heard my parent’s porch door slamming shut. Like little kids, the four of us went running toward the house. I went further, running up to the living room window, just to verify he was doing what he agreed. A naked Colt went running in front of the television that my parents were watching. He was holding his junk in one hand and he got their attention with his other. My poor mother threw her hands over her face and moved her face toward the wall.
A humiliated Colt came running out of the house seconds later, followed by my father, cussing the whole way.
We all ran away from the angry old man and huddled in my kitchen, just waiting for him to hunt us down. I looked out the window and saw him heading back in the house. We all just started bursting into laughter again. “I think he went back inside.”
“Probably to get his gun.” Colt joked.
“Most likely.” I stated before laughing again.
Colt and Savanna left the following day. We missed them as soon as they pulled out of the driveway. Even Izzy had a hard time saying goodbye to Noah. We spent the first day cleaning up the house from all of our company, and the next week getting back to our normal routine.
The first hearing with Tucker’s mother got reschedule for another two months away. The lawyer had called and I gave him the run around about the test, claiming I just hadn’t sent it to his office yet. I knew there was no test to send, but keeping his hopes alive that I was Izzy’s father, made me feel better.
That following Tuesday, I had gone to work like every other weekday, but couldn’t stop thinking about that old witch hugging and getting to know my child. It got so bad throughout the day that I clocked out and found myself driving to Heather’s house.
Of course once I got there, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. She’d ruined my life and taken the only way I could keep my daughter safe. What turned into giving her a piece of my mind ended up being the complete opposite. She flung open the door and her eyes lit up. “Look what the cat drug in.”
“Spare me the jokes Heather. We need to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you, Ty. I pretty much figured out how you felt when you ran out of my house that night.” She walked in front of me up the steps, shaking her ass like it would somehow turn me on.
“I know you drugged me, Heather. How could you fucking do that to me?”
She put her hands on her hips and got up in my face. “How could I do that to you? How dare you ask me that. You made me think you came here for me, but it was all a ploy. You got what you deserved.”
“So you drugged me?”
“Fuck you, Ty. Why are you even here? Why now? It’s been weeks. What do you want now?” She wasn’t backing down and it was pissing me off every second I was near her.
“I want the papers. Just give them to me, Heather. They are of no use to you. Do something descent. Save a little girl from having her heart broken.”
“Screw you Tyler Mitchell. I’m not giving you shit! Get off my property before I really make your life miserable.”
I got up in her face and started pointing my finger. “Don’t you dare threaten me, you fucking cunt. I never would have touched your slutty ass that night. You make me fucking sick. You’re a pathetic excuse for a human being. I never wanted you that way because all you were was a fuck. There is nothing about you that ever turned my head. All you were was a decent blowjob and someone to bide my time when I got bored. You never meant anything to me. Rot in Hell you pathetic little bitch.”