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“Anything new?” I asked.
She sighed. “Creed said you were on a mission that needed your full attention, so I didn’t call. Maxine called mom, and before I knew it, mom took off in my car in the middle of the night. I’m at the airport now, Mom beat the shit out of Linda Sue, and she’s being held in county lockup.”
I rolled my eyes. “Leave it to mom to cause more drama. Thanks for handling it.”
“Mike, I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop laughing. Mom called the state cops to report a meth lab in their piece of shit house, then stood in the road screaming out accusations of all the dick Linda Sue sucks until she came running out and threw the first punch. When the cops arrived, mom had Linda Sue lying face down on that old road and was pulling on her thong, giving her the world’s worst meth head wedgie known to man. Sheriff called and was cry laughing because the State cops were laughing so hard they couldn’t move. Mom was threatening to burn the house down while the boys tried to run, but they were too damn fat and pretty much rolled down the yard through dog shit and landed at the cops’ feet with meth in their hands. They couldn’t even roll over to get up and try running again because they’re so damn fat. They’ve all been arrested and he’s just holding mom to keep her out of trouble long enough for me to come get her and my car. Imagine being the cops that have to do a search in that house. They’re going to need full hazmat gear.”
“Mom thinks she is helping, but damn if that’s her idea of helping, thank God she was drunk and didn’t give a shit when we were kids. I made a few calls last night, and guess who is about to become the owner of that piece of shit house? Randy agreed to sell it to me, and once that’s done its getting torn down. I’m going to buy up all of their properties and start tearing shit down, so they have nowhere to go. I should have done it years ago instead of walking away. The landlords are more than happy to let go of the property and I’ll just turn it over to some farmers or something. I don’t care if I have to buy the whole damn mountainside one piece at a time. Get this, the property is only worth about two grand because that house is sitting on it.”
“Our old place too?” She asked.
“Yeah, and I’ll burn that fucker down. I’m going after dad’s family too. It’s time to end this shit. We’ve paid enough for their sins.”
I thought about Natalie, and she was in a jar sitting somewhere in that rat infested house. I’d give her a proper send-off, while I would work to end the people that not only put her in that jar, but attempted to destroy me once again. She was the first person that made me feel like I wasn’t born a piece of shit worthless dirt bag, and I wouldn’t let her lay in that house as if she was one.
Chapter Sixteen
Belle
Ididn’t know what time everything happened with those bikers, I just knew it was still dark. Then I fell asleep and thought it was almost morning, and I hadn’t been out long, but then I learned I was out for almost twelve hours. My hip hurt more, but I wasn’t experiencing as much pain in my head or throat. I felt groggy and thirsty more than anything, but my neck felt stiff. I felt a warm body next to me and saw Valerie sleeping. I quietly rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. The rocking from the motor home made that a little tricky in the state I was in, but I made it there in one piece. When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Koty sitting in the passenger seat.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He stood from the seat and made his way toward me.
“Except it’s not morning, is it?” I rubbed my kinked neck.
“You have to be hungry and thirsty. Let me get you a few things. I can pull this thing up and make a table for you.” He sat me down and pulled on something and a table appeared. It was a nifty feature. He set a bottle of water in front of me, then went tothe fridge. “Here’s your choices. Leftover cheesesteak casserole, tuna or chicken salad, lunch meat, or a peanut butter and jelly.”
I smiled. “I’ll take the chicken salad, thank you.” I glanced at Michael, and he was glancing at me from the mirror in the visor. I smiled then looked away. “Where are we?”
“Almost Oklahoma. Valerie talked Mike into stopping outside Norman for some rest. He has driven the entire time. They have family or something there and we would be safe there for the night.” Koty answered as he made my sandwich. “Pickles or anything else on it?”
“No thank you.”
He turned and set my sandwich in front of me then opened a cabinet to pull out some chips. “Drink up, we don’t need you getting dehydrated. How do you feel?” He put the chips in front of me.
“Better than before, but my right side feels pretty sore. A lot of my muscles are sore from not moving, but my hip is extra sore.”
“You had a tracking device in your hip, so Valerie had to open a wound up, explore, then sew you up again.”
“I’m so sorry. I had no idea It was in me, so I know it’s how we were found.” I felt terrible for not noticing anything.
“It’s not your fault, we’re just sorry we had to do it. I can flip on the television for you, if you like.” He offered.
“How would I even know what to watch?” We never owned a television.
Koty smiled. “This might be the greatest education tool for you to see the world around you and understand it a little better. What sounds good? There’s different genre’s just like books.Romantic comedies, documentaries, fake news networks.” I heard Michael laugh at that one. “Teen romance, comedies, military, and lots of things.”
I smiled. “Make me laugh.”
“Alright, romantic comedy it is, let’s take a look. Here’s a movie called The Proposal. It looks funny.”
“It is.” Michael spoke from the front.
“That sounds fine.”
He turned it on and went back up to sit with Michael while I ate and laughed. I laughed so hard through the entire movie it hurt. The grandma was so funny it was ridiculous. I picked up the remote and figured out how to use it and curled up on that sofa and watched one movie after another, until it was time to stop.
Two hours after we stopped everyone else was sleeping. We were at another clubhouse and the man helping us was named Charlie. He was something to them. They mentioned a woman named Wrenly and her father, Clint. Michael said they could be trusted, and I needed to try and relax. It was a large place, unlike the clubhouse in Arizona. We all had our own rooms, but Michael said we would only be there for a few hours.
