Page 61 of Rebellious

CJ kissed her forehead. “You stay with Lolly, bae. We can catch up another time. Rebel will probably be released tomorrow and you can visit her then.”

“Are you mad?”

“Nope,” he said, releasing her and getting to his feet.

Ryan stood, too. “Come on, beta boy. Let’s see if we have any fucking food left.”

“I just forgave you, motherfucker,” CJ said in good-natured fun. “Don’t fucking push it by calling me cuck and beta boy.”

“Terms of endearment,” Ryan swore and guided CJ out of sight.

Alone with her grandmother, they stared at each other before Lolly set the bag on the table and opened her arms.

Jumping to her feet, Harley ran to Lolly. They held each other, crying in shared misery.

“CJ’s right,” Lolly said finally. “Bailey loves you. There’s no sorrier bitch than one who pushes away her own children, but underneath the heifer she’s become is the mama you remember and the daughter I raised.”

As much as Harley wanted her hair taken care of, she didn’t want her grandmother to feel as if she had to do something for her.

“Instead of doing my hair, we can make popcorn and sweet tea and watch The Princess and the Frog.”

Mommie always had an affinity to the movie and fostered Harley’s love toward it. Watching it might help her and Lolly to remember the good times they’d had.

Lolly hugged her again. “I’d love that, sugar.”

Harley spending time with Lolly pleased CJ. She and her grandmother needed to rebuild the tight bond they’d once shared. However, since Harley wasn’t joining them, he asked Grant to detour to Skye’s trailer. He hadn’t responded to her text about their placement and he knew she must’ve been quite disappointed.

The moment Grant turned Lolly’s hot pink Escalade into the driveway of the trailer park, Cat ran in front of the SUV and Grant slammed on the brakes.

“That’s Cat,” CJ explained.

Ryan peeped around the back seat to look out of the windshield. “That’s a dog.”

“Exactly,” CJ said, shaking his head. “Skye told me his name is Cat. Or her name. I don’t remember. The sex of a dog named Cat is not that important to me.”

Instead of moving as it did for CJ, Cat remained in the pathway of the vehicle, so Grant backed up slightly, then swerved around the annoying motherfucker.

“That’s a boy, bro,” Ryan said as they drove by. “His cock is almost touching the fucking ground.”

They all laughed.

“Where to, CJ?” Grant asked, glancing in all directions at sights now familiar to CJ.

Broken down vehicles, rows of laundry fluttering in the wind, cats, dogs, and chickens roaming amid overgrown patches of grass. Abandoned piles of trash where children were playing.

“Follow the curve of the driveway,” CJ said, taking it all in again.

“Goddamn, this is so bad,” Ryan mumbled.

What could CJ say? It was bad, and drove home how lucky they were.

A couple of minutes later, Grant halted in front of Skye’s door. Different day, different batch of laundry hanging on the lines.

CJ: Can you come outside a minute?

Because it was a Sunday, CJ suspected her brother and sister were home. Again, he didn’t want to involve himself in her life as deeply as he had Molly and Jaleena’s, whose little sisters he’d gotten to know very well. He’d enjoyed their video game matches.

Skye opened the door and stepped outside, her long legs and tiny waist revealed in jeans shorts and a low-cut shirt tied right under her round tits. He tried not to stare or admire her golden skin and honey-colored hair. She was just so fucking hot.