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“Yeah, almost nothing wakes that kid.” Devin stands behind me, as I disable the alarm, pulling back the door.
I’ve only met her a few times, but there’s no doubt who is standing on our front steps.
She looks past me, and at Devin. “You fucking ungrateful shithead. I fucking swear, you are…”
It’s Anita Carrol. How the fuck did she find us. I’m in shock, and she steps through the threshold of the door before I can stop her.
“Mom?” he asks, but in his voice, he’s not the strong man he’s become since he’s lived with us. He’s turned into a scared boy in a split second. It’s what his mother does to him.
“Yeah, you’re right, boy!I am you’re mother. Not these fruits you’re living high off the hog with.”
It takes me a few more seconds to pull my shit together. She’s the last person we ever expected to see. Our kids, and they are our kids, haven’t seen her in over a year.
“Listen, lady. These aren’t you’re children anymore, and it doesn’t matter if you think we’re capable to raise them. They are ours. And we love them. We take care of them, more than you can understand. And…”
From her pockets, she pulls out a gun. She stands between Devin and I, and without thought, I place myself between the crazy bitch and my son.
“Anita,” I call, loud enough that I hope Ash hears me. “Please put the gun down. We can talk about this. Obviously, you want something, right?”
“I certainly don’t want these kids. Stupid asses. They don’t want me, I don’t want them.”
She looks around the quiet house. “Where are your brother and sister anyway?” she asks.
“Sleepovers, with friends,” Devin is quick to answer her.
She looks around our home. The bitch only wants one thing. I know it already. “How much do you want Anita. I’ll write you a check right fucking now. Just leave us alone.”
“Fifty thousand. I want it in cash, too,” she states.
“I don’t have that sort of money in cash, lady,” I return, unsure where this stand still will lead us.
“Then go get your husband. Have him go to the bank,” she commands.
“They aren’t open. You realize that, right?” I ask.
I’m in negotiations with this crazy ass bitch, who still has a gun pointed at my heart.
“Mom?” Collin calls from the top of the steps.
“Fuck,” Devin swears under his breath. “Go back to bed, Collin. I’ll be up soon.”
“No, Collin. Come down here and see me. I’ve missed you baby.”
I can’t let Collin come down here. It’s bad enough Devin is in harm’s way. “No, Collin. Son, stay upstairs. Go back to bed.”
“You realize,” she starts with her raspy voice that sounds like she’s smoked her whole life. “I have the gun on you, right. I can shoot you.”
Collin is still at the top of the steps, his eyes wide in terror. “And you won’t get any money from me if you do that.”
“Mom, please don’t hurt Dad. He’s good to us. He loves us. Please. I like it here.” Collin’s cries grow louder with every passing second.
She points the gun at him, up the steps. “He isn’t your dad. Neither of them are your dads. Don’t you get that.”
She points her gun at me again, her back facing away from the living room.
“I’m not letting you go, not until I get what’s due to me, for having you ungrateful shits.”
Collin disappears from the top of the stairwell, but she turns the gun toward Devin’s face, who is behind me.
