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“This is our home,” she growls, her voice shaking with fury. “I’ll make sure and mention to the chief how you acted with us.”
He shrugs and smiles. “Mention it all you want. I’m sure my uncle will be very fair.”
Both of them back off and I can see the wheels turning in their idiotic heads.
It’s only ten minutes later and Lily comes downstairs carrying an armful of things.
“Anything else?” I ask her, running to take them out of her arms. She reaches back in the doorway and pulls out a laptop case and her purse and a few more personal items in a tote. There’s a little jewel case as well.
Both of her parents see it and immediately start hollering that she can’t take it. The cop opens it up and there’s a pair of gorgeous pearl earrings and a necklace.
He nods at them and she says, “It’s from my grandmother. She left them to me in her will.”
He looks over at her parents and they sigh and step back. “Really? All she had to do was show me the will and you’d get busted for stealing her property. What’s wrong with you people?”
Lily smirks but then she must remember the other question she has. “Wait!” She hollers when they start to walk away. When they turn back, she moves closer. “Who is Bitty Sweet?”
Her mother turns pale and sways and her father’s face turns beet red. “Not any of your concern, Liliana.”
“Really?” She snarls and she moves closer to him, pushing at him. “I hear she looks just like me. I hear that she has our last name. Who the hell is she?”
“Language,” her mother whispers but Lily just rolls her eyes.
“Please. I’ve got a helluva lot worse than that to say. Like is she yours, Father?”
He steps back and his face goes ice-cold. “I told that woman not to use my name.”
She steps back like she’s been struck, her face going white. “You didn’t even want her to use your name? Who the hell is she?”
“Her mother was trash!” Jessica Sweet spits the words out, her rage palpable. “All she wanted was power and money for that bastard kid of hers.”
Lily’s blue eyes tear up and I move closer to her, hugging her tightly against me as she shakes like a leaf in a storm. “She was our blood. She deserved those things. It’s not her fault that her miserable father was a liar and a cheat.”
Both of them gasp and I can’t stop the smile when my little Lily pulls out the claws.
“She didn’t deserve any of it,” Jessica mutters. “She deserved to end up exactly where she did when her mother died.”
Lily gasps and goes real still and it scares me a little bit. “Where did she end up?”
Neither of them answer and I have a feeling I know. “Foster care, right, you two? Dump her like a bag of garbage because her father’s a piece of shit that couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”
He looks away but Jessica is almost frothing at the mouth. “That’s what she deserved. She was a piece of trash.”
Lily looks like she’s going to be sick. “She was my half-sister. I had a sister that you guys just threw away when her mother died because why? She embarrassed you? She made your perfect reputation fall apart? Well, I’m gonna get ahold of her. I want to meet her. I want to see what she’s like and if she’s even half nice, she’s a helluva lot better than you two.”
Then she stomps off to my truck and starts throwing her things in the back and I see her shaking violently, tears barely held back.
I run over and take her hand, hugging her, feeling her sniffle into my shirt, trembling and trying to hold in sobs. “You get in the truck. I’ll get your things,” I whisper to her. “I’ve got you, baby girl.”
She nods and I pick her up and settle her on the long seat and then buckle her up and shut the door. I turn and glare at her parents, not really sure what those two ever did to deserve such a sweet daughter. All I can think is that maybe an angel occasionally gets mixed up with devils.
And this poor angel has been beaten too much today. She needs my support and help. And she needs to leave the demons in her past where they belong.
And I’ll make sure that’s where they stay.
I throw her things in the back and go shake the cop’s hand. He’s a nice guy and I do appreciate him staying when he saw which way the wind was going to blow. Small towns can be nice to live in.
But sometimes they’re suffocating.
