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“Then—then I want to cook dinner,” I stammered, not giving up even though my body was about to give in, trembling around him.
He smiled and dropped his face back into my neck. Dragging his tongue up the column of my neck, he whispered, “Three nights. That’s all you get. Now shut up and take this dick like the good, sweet, little, slut you are.”
Three orgasms later, my head was on his chest as I listened to him sleep. The moonlight shined through the windows and the room was filled with Denver’s breathing. There was a smile on my face as I fell asleep.
He might take care of me, but I knew I was taking care of him too.
“Sweetheart,willyougrabthat blanket out of the dryer?” I called out to Caleb in the living room. Mom was upstairs taking a nap, Denver was working, and Caleb said this morning he wanted to stay inside today and readHarry Potter.
I couldn’t blame the kid. He was on the fourth book, my favorite. I read that book in one setting when I was kid.
“Caleb?” I called, wiping my hand with a towel. I was making a blueberry lemon cake for the guys. No answer. Did he go outside?
The living room was empty. I turned and went upstairs. Mom’s bedroom door was closed, the office was empty, and his room was empty. Panic set in as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I never heard the front door open and if he was going to go outside, he would have said something. I hurried downstairs and went to the laundry room.
The back door was open.
“Caleb! Come here!” a woman’s voice called.
“No!”
Cathy.
I was running out the back door to the backyard before my brain could alert me of the potential danger. My eyes scanned the area quickly, and I saw a flash of bleached blonde hair around the corner of the house. My heart was hammering in my chest as I ran through the small picket fence gate. When I got to the front of the house, I saw Cathy trying to drag Caleb by the arm to her car. He looked back as saw me, tears in his eyes.
She was traumatizing him.
“Let him go!” I screamed. The insane woman whipped around, and I was close enough now to see her fake nails digging into Caleb’s skin. He was holding on to her wrist, trying to break free.
“You,” she sneered.
I came to a stop about three feet from them. Denver and the men were out at the second barn, fixing the roof. He was too far away to hear the commotion.
“Cathy, let him go,” I snapped, taking a step forward. I took a second to look at her. She had a black eye and busted lip. There was no doubt that Tim did that to her. Her hair was knotted, and there was dried blood across her right temple. She looked dirty, like she hadn’t showered in days. The makeup on her face was smeared and worn. I could smell the alcohol on her from here, and along with the faint scent of urine.
Cathy shook her head violently. “This is my boy, you understand me, bitch? He will never be your son,” she cried. Caleb was looking at me now, fear in his gray eyes as well as tears.
“Val, help me! She just showed up and called my name. I don’t want to go with her! I want to stay here!” he cried, yanking against his mother’s hold. Her nails were piercing his skin now, and I saw a trickle of blood run down his little arm.
“You have two seconds to release him, Cathy. I’m warning you,” I said calmly.
She scoffed. “What are you going to do?”
My hands came up to my hair and I tied it into a knot on the top of my head as I hissed, “Last chance.”
A cruel, ugly laugh came from her. “You think you can take me?” She shook her head and then looked down at her son, the one person she was supposed to love unconditionally and treat with care. With a swift push, she shoved him into the dirt.
I was moving in a blind rage before she could make one more snarky comment. My fist connected with her face in an instant, and pain radiated up my arm. She staggered back, her dull brown eyes wide, palm to her jaw. “You fucking—”
I bared my teeth. “Cathy, shut up.” Putting my hands on her shoulders, I shoved her back against her car. She slammed into it and slumped against the door, breathing heavily. Her head rolled and she tried to push herself up, but I put my hand on her chest, holding her in place.
“Stay down, Cathy.”
She screamed at me. I ignored it and twisted my head to see Caleb running away. I looked back at his mother, shaking my head.
“That little boy will never forget the pain you caused him today, the fear you instilled in him, and the confusion he will feel when he looks back on this. Moms are supposed to love, Cathy. Love.”
She stared up at me with hatred in her eyes. “Fuck you.”
