She spins on her heel as she shoves the camera into my chest. “You are un-fucking-believable.”
Wait. What? “You think I put that there?”
She storms into the closet and throws my clothes out, hangers clattering as she rips shirts and jeans off them. A pile grows on the bedroom floor.
What the hell? “Why would I need a camera? I get to see you naked every day.”
She leans out of the closet, glaring at me like I just lit the house on fire. “Who else would do something like this, Danny?”
I clench my fists at my sides. “I didn’t do this, Mo. I can’t believe you’d think I would.”
She stands with one foot in and one foot out of the closet, arms crossed. “Then who? You tell me and I’ll take it up with them.”
Fuck yeah, she would. And the rest of my family would fall the fuck apart. I should’ve grabbed the cock sucker and choked him out when I had him by the throat.
I grind my teeth as my stomach hardens. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, screwed no matter what happens.
If I tell her, she’ll still hate me—it’s my fucking father, after all. Plus, my mom will probably go on the bender to end all benders. And I’m not even sure how this would affect Rachel.
Shit. Mo might even quit talking to Rach, considering it’s also her dad who’s the perv responsible for this—this—cluster fuck of epic proportions. How did I get stuck in the middle of this?
I push my fingers through my hair.
She tromps over my clothes to the dresser where she pulls open the two drawers my things are stashed in. Mo dumps each of them over the growing pile of my shit. “I can’t believe I actually started to think you weren’t as bad as I thought. That maybe—just maybe, I was wrong. I’m so stupid for letting you into my life like this.”
There are no words to fix this, not without creating another mess.
I try to grab her around the waist, but she swings away from me. “No. Don’t you—don’t touch me. Ever.”
“Mo. Please. I wouldn’t do this. You have to believe me. I love you. I’d never do something like this.”
She lets out a huff of a breath. “Right. And you’d never fuck a girl in the hallway of your parents’ house, or on the hood of your car, in the driveway where God and everybody can witness it. You would never ever do anything so perverted.”
Mo pushes past me, back into the bathroom. I’m not even a full stride behind her. “I’m not leaving.”
She tries to close the door, but I wedge my foot in just in time. I push it open, and she backs up to the edge of the tub, shooting daggers with her eyes. Then they dart to the counter top. That stick she had earlier lays there.
Mo lunges for the stick, but I beat her to it, holding it above my head. Why would she want this so bad? “What is it?”
She holds out her hand. “Nothing. It’s mine. None of your business. Give it to me.”
I step back and glance at what I’ve got. Just a plastic thing a little bigger than a thermometer. I turn it over. The oval screen screams one word. I read it aloud. “Pregnant.”
She throws her hands up with a loud exhale. Pushing past me out the door, she mumbles. “Great.”
I follow her into the bedroom where she pushes open the window and pops out the screen.
“Is this yours?” I ask, unable to think of anything else to say.
She stoops over the load of crap she’s piled in the floor, grabbing an armload. “No. It’s the mail lady’s baby. Asshole.”
Baby.
Holy fuck. Our baby?
The images I had before flash back into my mind. The smile that pushes up my cheeks comes out of nowhere and can’t be contained. Even when Mo throws my shit out the window it stays put.
I cross my arms and nod. “We’re having a baby. Oh my, God. This is—”
She throws me a look. “This is terrible. Tragic. A travesty. And we aren’t doing anything. I am. Maybe.”
“Maybe?” What does that mean?
She tosses the second half of my stuff out onto the lawn. “I haven’t made any decisions yet. I need time to think.”
The smile slides off my face to join my stomach on the floor at my feet.
“Think? What’s there to think about? It’s our baby. You wouldn’t—” I swallow hard and shut my fucking mouth before I push her to make a rash decision.
“I’m not sure. Knowing you’re a douche who’d video me without my knowledge or consent doesn’t exactly make me think having your baby is a good idea. I’m not convinced I want to be tied to you for the rest of my freaking life. All I know right now is you need to go. Go far, far away.”