“Why do you insist on driving this direction when you know it’ll upset you” Fawn asked.
Driving past the huge house built like an ancient castle Lee growled. The sound came from deep inside him. “Why should they get to flaunt their wealth when we live in a shack” he complained.
“We don’t live a in a shack” she corrected “it’s a very nice houseboat situated on a tropical island most people would die to visit lead alone live on.”
Glaring at her in silence he eventually said “don’t you think we’re entitled to some of that money?” He waved a hand towards the ostentatious house.
Fawn stared out her window. The simple answer was no she didn’t. That response she knew wasn’t the one Lee wanted to hear. Reaching across the center console she took his hand. “I think you need to let it go. Your mother didn’t feel she was being cheated so why should you?”
His cheeks turned red as he absorbed her words. “Your taking their side” the words seemed to explode from him.
“I’m not taking anyone’s side” she reached from the door handle. “Stop the car.”
“What” he shouted staring at her.
“Stop. The. Car” she said each word in a firm clipped tone.
“What for” he blinked at her as if he was trying to translate what she was saying into a language he could understand.
“I’m getting out” she opened the door. They weren’t going very fast. She doubted she’d get hurt if she decided to jump out. She hated to ruin her outfit though. It was new.
“No you’re not” he reached across the seat attempting to shut the door. The car swerved.
“Watch out” Fawn cried as they narrowly missed the trees on the side of the road.
Slamming on the brakes Lee threw the car into park. “Fawn don’t do this” he pleaded.
The door opened an slammed shut a moment later. Shaking she leaned against the side of the car. “You need help she cried when he joined her.
“Me” he growled “I’m not the one trying to jump out of a moving car.”
“No you’re the one obsessed about what you think is yours.” She pushed away from the car “I’m tired of hearing about how unfair you think it is.”
“It is unfair” he insisted.
“Have you ever stopped to think how it makes your mom feel?” She could see by his surprised expression it never entered his mind. “She’s the one who never go to live with her dad because of her psycho mother. Maybe she doesn’t want his money because it hurts too much.”
“I don’t see what that has to do with this” he said. “Why wouldn’t she want what’s hers?”
“You are so thick headed sometimes” she threw her hands in the air. “To her Eddie Bennett isn’t her father. She was raised by Casey. Her grandfather. That’s her dad.”
“Stop. Just stop” she cried “Lee I hate it when you get like this. You need help.” She turned and started walking.
“Where are you going” he demanded.
“I’m going home” she called back to him.
“I’m drive you home” he said “just get in the car.”
“I’m not going there” she turned to look at him. “I’ll come get my things later when your at work. I love you but I can’t deal with this obsession of yours anymore.”
“Slow down” Francesca yelled lifting her head rubbing the top where it had bumped into the glove compartment.
“Sorry” he chuckled “the road’s bumpy.”
“It’s more like the guy driving” she swatted is shoulder.
“Did you find them” Peter asked flashing her his pearly whites in a devil may care smile.
“Nope” she shook her head putting her feet up on the dashboard.
“You shouldn’t do that” he said taking a sharp left turn.
“What” she frowned at him “put my feet on the dash? Why?”
“If we got into an accident” he explained “I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”
“I’m wearing a seat belt” she pointed out as if that would save her.
“You know what they say….”
Rolling her eyes “myth busters proved you won’t die just because your feet are on the dash in an accident. You’ll get mangled pretty good and probably lose your feet but not die.”
Giving her a sideways glance Peter said “how do you know these things?”
Shrugging unconcerned she said “I like knowing stuff. I’m a random font of information.”
“What time do you have to be at work” he asked dropping the subject.
“Five” she leaned back closing her eyes. “I’m taking a group out to do some night fishing.”
“Sounds like fun” he teased.
Glaring at him “then you take them out. I can think of a hundred other things I’d rather be doing then taking three overweight old guys out on a boat to fish.”
“Put like that I can see why it doesn’t appeal to you” he chuckled a little. “Hey who’s that?”
Sitting up Francesca frowned “that looks like Lee’s girlfriend Fawn.”
“What is she doing out here alone” he slowed the truck down stopping behind the walking girl.
Francesca hopped out. “Fawn” she called the girl’s name.
Fawn looked up tears streaking her face “oh it’s you.”
“You sound relieved” Francesca teased “come on let us give you ride.”
Nodding she got into the truck while Francesca scooted to the middle next to Peter. “Thanks” she murmured taking the tissue Francesca handed her to dry her eyes.
“Where to milady” Peter asked waggling his eyebrows at her.
“To Macy’s” she said firmly “I can’t handle seeing Lee at the moment.”
Peter and Francesca exchanged glances. Peter lived close enough to know when things weren’t going well between the two. Neither one of them had much control with their tempers flared. Stopping in front of Macy’s house Peter turned to Fawn. “If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask” he offered.
“I might need help getting my things when Lee is at work” she sniffed.
“Do you want us to talk to Lee for you” Francesca offered ignoring Peter’s shaking head.
“That’s awfully nice of you to offer” Fawn sighed “but no. Lee has to make a few decisions. I can’t make him change.”
“Alright” Francesca gave her a hug “let me know if you want to talk. I’m always available.”
“I’ll do that” Fawn mumbled moving towards the house she shared with Macy. She seldom stayed here anymore, at least not since she got engaged to Lee. That was beginning to feel like a terrible decision on the whole.
“It’s about time you got here” Keli grumbled as a boy joined her on the bench.
“Hey it’s not my fault you got roped into babysitting your bratty little brother” Dante scowled down at her. “I can leave. I get enough to crabby moody people at home.”
“It’s just we had plans” she pouted glaring across the playground at her brother.
“Did you tell your dad you had plans” Dante asked sitting back.
“Eew” she scrunched up her nose “why would I do that?”
“It might make things easier” he suggested.
“Like he cares” she crossed her arms. “All he cares about is the next skirt he can bag.”
“Is he still seeing your neighbor” he asked.
“Who else” she rolled her eyes “they were going on a date tonight which is why our plans went to shit.”
“She could be nice….”
“Like your step mom” she asked rolling her eyes.
“She is nice. I just wish I had a say in whether or not they got married” he mumbled “it’s like he brought home a complete stranger to replace mom.”
“I suppose Erika would be a step up from Helena” she giggled. “That woman was the epitome of the blonde bimbo. Tristan and I made short work of her. She left screaming.”
“Did your dad like her” he asked imagining how his dad would feel if he and his brother did that to their new step mom.
“Hell no” shaking her head she said “he liked the way she made his dick feel. He didn’t love her. He was out the next night looking for a replacement.”
Wow….just …. Wow” shaking his head.
“What” she demanded “I thought you like it when I say it like it is.”
“Yeah but…” he looked away mumbling “that was really crude.”
“I meant it as a compliment” Keli said “it’s one of the few things I learned from Helena.” Reaching across she rubbed her hand across his package. “I could give you a demonstration…”
Jumping to his feet Dante shook her hand off him. “I huh….not here….” he glanced nervously around the almost empty park.
“No one will know” she moved up close to him.
“What about your little brother” he said feeling like his brain was turning to mush while other parts were coming to life.
“It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before” she said.
“Ugh that’s just gross” he said all desire draining from him like being tossed into a pool of cold water.
“I was joking” she laughed “Tristen doesn’t know anything. Dad’s always somewhat discreet when he’s around.”
Walking away from her “that’s not something to joke about” reproof think in his words.
“You’re right I’m sorry” she followed after him “please don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad” he lied “more grossed out.”
“What’s up with them” Maura asked watching the two teenagers.
“Who knows” Tristen shrugged “it’s my sister. She’s probably being gross.”
“I have a sister her age” Maura nodded knowingly “she’s cool though.”
“I wish I had a cool sister” Tristen said “I’m jealous.”
“Don’t be” Maura shrugged “Olivia can be gross too.”
“How can she be gross and cool at the same time” he asked.
“It’s gross when she’s kissing on girls” Maura said scrunching up her face.
“My sister kisses boys and that’s gross” he said.
“Olivia says kissing girls is better than boys” Maura added “I don’t know what makes it different though. I’ve never kissed anyone except my dad and he doesn’t count.”
“You want to try it” Tristen asked.
“You mean like now” she asked looking around.
“No” he shook his head “when we’re older.”
“Oh” she smiled relieved “I’d rather wait too.”
Nodding he pointed “want to swing?”
“Last one there is a rotten egg” Maura challenged.
“No fair” he cried chasing after her.
“Have you had a chance to talk to Raven yet” Hazel asked sitting beside her husband on the couch.
Absently Traz lifted his eyes from the magazine he was reading. “Talk? About what?”
Sitting up Hazel glared at him. “Don’t tell me you forgot about what we discussed.”
Blinking he looked away from her “I uh…”
“You did forget” she accused shaking her head.
“Not exactly” he said slowly meeting her eyes “I just don’t know where to begin.”
“How about in the same place you would if you caught him kissing a girl” she suggested.
“But it wasn’t a girl he was kissing” he objected. “Don’t you think it’d be less awkward if you talked to him?”
“Less awkward for whom? You? Him” she asked raising an eyebrow at him.
“Yes to all of it” he said “I don’t know what to say to him.”
Hazel silently contemplated what he said before asking “are you embarrassed that your son is into guys?”
“What” he cried shocked “no of course not. Love is love regardless of sex.”
“Then what’s your problem” she demanded watching him closely.
Squirming beneath her gaze he said “it’s different. I don’t know why but it is. I can’t relate to him wanting to be with a guy when I’ve never even considered it.”
“Is that all” she laughed “honey it’s no different. He likes boys. He has the same urges and desires you do except for it’s girls.”
“I guess it’s me who is making more of this then I should” he admitted.
“Yeah just a little” she agreed “I just want to make sure he knows we’re here for him and that he’s using protection.”
“We did have the sex talk with him…”
“I know” she gazed into her husband’s eyes “but I also remember the way we were when we were his age. I’m not ready to be a grandma yet.”
“Raven has a good head on his shoulders” Traz objected “I’m sure he’s doing the responsible thing.”
Raising an eyebrow she said “uh huh I’m sure my parents thought the same thing. It won’t hurt to remind him of a few things especially since he likes boys. He may not even be thinking they could get pregnant.”