Daisy moved faster and my mom walked into the kitchen at the same time Daisy was walking out, her heels clanking against our marble floor. She headed straight to the cabinet filled with glasses. She was either completely oblivious to what had just occurred or was choosing to ignore it and act like it never happened. "What a cute little thing," she said, dragging a glass out. "A little innocent for your usual taste, but cute nonetheless." Her next stop was the fully stocked alcohol cabinet. Unscrewing the lid from a bottle of vodka with her perfectly manicured hands, she poured the clear liquid into her glass until it was half full.
I remembered the first time she had ever walked in on me having sex. I was fifteen but she didn't seem the least bit shocked when she opened my bedroom door. "Be sure to wear a condom," were the only words she said before walking back out and shutting the door behind her. Mother of the year right there, ladies and gentleman. Most moms would have shit a brick, but Layla wasn't like most moms, obviously
"Fuck yeah, the girl is cute," Vic agreed, grabbing the bottle of vodka and taking a large gulp straight from the bottle. Setting it back down, he ran his hands down his goatee and I knew exactly what he was doing. He was mind fucking my girlfriend. "How old is she, anyways? How about you do me a favor and give her this for me, will ya?" He pulled out a leather wallet from his back pocket, snatching a business card and holding it out for me.
"Shut your fucking mouth, asshole," I snarled, repeating my warning. "I won't be handing her shit so you can stick that card up your ass." I looked down, realizing my fists were clenched to my side, holding in my restraint from punching Layla's boyfriend/ boss/ director in his pig face.
"Shit dude," he attempted to joke, holding his hands out in a peaceful gesture. "I was just asking. No need to get pissed at me for just doing my job. Your mama ain't getting any younger, I've got to start looking for replacements." My mom's body went still at his words. She didn't say anything, but I knew what she was thinking. She knew her time was running out. Beauty only lasted so long and there was always someone younger and prettier.
"Daisy isn't or never will be one of your whores," I snapped back, eyeing him from the short distance we stood from one another. My mom gasped.
"Aw, hell and she has a perfect porn name, Daisy. We wouldn't even have to change it," he laughed, failing to even defend my mom. My stomach rolled at her name coming out of his contaminated lips. "Sorry man, didn't know the bitch was your girlfriend."
My entire body went rigid at his words. "Did you just call her a bitch?" I shouted, my voice carrying throughout the house.
"Keegan doesn't have girlfriends, honey," my mom rushed out quickly trying to do damage control. "She must be one of your favorites, though. Why don't you introduce us? You know Vic didn't mean any disrespect, we just aren't used to seeing you care about girls."
I ignored her attempt of diffusing the situation, marching straight up to the prick and grabbing the collar of his expensive shirt. "I'm only going to ask you one more fucking time. Did you just fucking call her a bitch?" My arm shot out before my brain processed if he even gave me an answer. My fist tightened around my knuckles, swinging backwards and coming into straight contact with the center of his face. He staggered backwards, hitting the wall behind him and cupped his bleeding nose with both hands.
"Keegan," my mom cried out, rushing to Vic's side.
"Fucking twit," Vic screamed, moving one hand away from his face and I watched the blood from his nose drop down onto the floor beneath us. "Look at you," he mocked, biting back a laugh, "trying to act like some church choir boy in front of that little girl when everyone knows this ain't the first time we've walked in on you fucking some little slut in here, in the living room and even in the fucking pool. Shit, I've seen you even fuck a few of my employees." He smiled wide, showing off his overly bleached teeth. "You hear that little girl? This boy is bad fucking news and I would run my sweet, innocent ass for the hills if you were smart," he screamed loudly, giving me a menacing stare and choking a few times. I watched my mom grab a handful of paper towels and hold them against his nose to try to stop the blood flow.
"Get out of my house," I demanded, my breathing out of control. I stepped closer into him, ignoring my mom trying to wedge her way in between the two of us. Shoving him back against the same wall he fell against, I got in his face.
"Stop it!" My mom screamed, trying to pull me away from him but I was stronger than her puny arms.
"Get the hell out or I will toss your sorry ass out in the street like the scum you are!" Spit flew out of my mouth, hitting him in the eye and he pushed me back away from him. Caught off guard, I stumbled back a few steps before charging back towards him. Only this time, my mom managed to get there before me.
"What has gotten into you? Jesus! Since when you care about stupid shit like this? This is all a huge misunderstanding. You're my son but he is also my boyfriend. Nobody is going anywhere. Now go to your room and cool off," she instructed, turning her pointed fingers to the stairs.