After three tries, I got my son on the phone and immediately asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes dad. I’m not hurt. I just don’t understand. How come you can’t be my dad?” He then rambled on about everything he did wrong and what everyone was saying.
“Stop, stop. I am forever your dad. No ifs, ands, or fucking buts. I don’t care what anybody says. <u>I’m your motherfucking dad.</u> I’m the only motherfucking man who puts hands on you. Me and your mom, no one else.”
“But Mom said you’re not my dad anymore. She’s said Sam,” that must be Bev’s boyfriend, “is my dad and that’s why we’re moving to Guam tomorrow night,” he sobbing. “I don’t like him! He hits me over everything. And he’s always mad and too busy—”
“Son, son, listen, listen. I’m you dad. PERIOD! Just because someone sleeps with your mom doesn’t make them your dad. I’m your fucking dad. Okay!”
“Okay. So are you coming home?”
“Of course, I am. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I’ll be home before you go to Guam. But hey listen to me—don’t you dare let some man hit you. Hear me? If that motherfucker puts a fucking hand on you—son—fuck him up. You have my permission, whoop his ass. Hear me? I don’t care if you have to beat him with a bat. Hell, you can drown him in the pool in the back. I don’t care if you shoot him and feed him to Patron.” Patron’s the name of our pit bull.
He sounded encouraged and even laughed a little. “Okay Dad.” I said my goodbyes and hung up the phone.
I was so mad, I was shaking. “Man, Alex, what do I gotta do to have you get me back home?”
He shook his head. “Well for one: I on my way to my aunt’s so I don’t have time. And second: I don’t wanna go to hell for you. This is God punishment, I don’t wanna interfere.”
I threw the phone against the car, breaking it “Enjoy your trip asshole.”
“Hey fucker!” Redhead screamed as Alex cussed me out. “You almost done over there?”
Ignoring Alex, I walked to her. “Come on let go.”
“What about your friend?” She said, pointing at Alex.
“Fuck’em. I didn’t like how he called you a triple-chin pig. So I’m not doing business with him.”
Her face got red as her body shook. “What did he call me?”
As karma would have it, Alex walked to us saying, “Screw both you and your fat pig too. You know—” Redhead delivered and ten-hit combo finishing with an uppercut which caused him to send over his car’s roof and landed on the hood of his car. Bruised and bloodied, he slid off the car. Redhead lifted him up, slammed him on the hood. Then, while screaming, told him how fat girl are just as pretty as skinny women. Minutes later, she let him go. As we walked back to the van, he peeled out.
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