"Wow, what a great boyfriend you have, mom. He has you fuck other people on camera so he can make money off of you! Real love," I scoffed. I was speaking to her but my eyes were frozen on Vic.
"Fuck you, you little bastard," he responded, narrowing his dark eyes at me. "Your daddy doesn't want you and I don't blame the guy. But guess what?" His face broke out in a full-fledged smile at my silence. "I know who he is," he sang out, like a bully taunting the fat kid at the playground. It felt like someone kicked me in the gut but I kept a straight face not letting the jackass think he got to me.
"You think I give a flying fuck who my dad is? I haven't given two shits since my mom told he wanted nothing to do with me! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I picked up a hand carved vase my mom overpaid for in Paris and threw it across the room. Layla yelled out when a loud bang erupted and the sound of shattering glass echoed through the house with tiny shards of glass pouring across the floor.
"Keegan!" My mom screamed my name, stone faced. "You do not control who comes and goes in this house." She left Vic, turning in front of me and slamming the tip of her finger into my bare chest. "I am your mother and this is my house." I laughed. Little did mommy dearest know is that I was nosy as shit as a child and figured out a long time ago this house and everything we owned was in my name - not hers.
"You have all of this shit because of me!" I roared, grabbing her alcohol glass and shattering that against the wall, too. "This is my house, not yours! So thank you for bringing me into this shitty fucking life. You are not a fucking mother, you are a useless woman who doesn't give a shit about anyone but herself."
She winced, her face turning white as a ghost. Her shock drew her away from Vic and I swiftly moved around her to grab him by his collar. He pushed back against my chest but I held on dragging him out of the house like he was the size of Theodore. I tossed him on the lawn when I reached the last step like a used rag doll. "If you ever come into this house again, I will beat the living shit out of you. Do you understand me, asshole?"
My mom bumped into my side, sprinting to Vic sprawled out on our lawn. "Vic, I am so sorry," she rushed out, kneeling down on her knees by his side.
"You're sorry for him?" I screamed at her, getting every neighbor's attention on the block. "This fucking creep just watched me have sex with my girlfriend, offered her a job as a porn star and called me a bastard, but you're sorry to him? Shouldn't you be saying that to me?"
She staggered to her feet, brushing her long hair away from her face and perusing her enlarged lips. "You are the one who started this whole fiasco," she cried out, pointing at me and I noticed the tiny glimmer of wetness in her eyes. "You shouldn't have said anything. Why can't you just let me be happy for once?"
"Please, tell me what the hell you aren't happy about Layla? You've never had to take care of me so you're unhappiness is nowhere near my fault. You're unhappy because you've fucked up your life so bad you will never be able to fix it? It is not my fault you fucked a guy and had a kid with someone who didn't want you!" My voice grew quieter. "You fucked up my life, too. But you know what? I realized it before I turned out like you." Her mouth dropped open into a horrified expression.
"You don't mean that," she mumbled, running her hands down her too-tight neon pink dress.
"I do."
"You just wait you little shit," Vic warned, pulling himself to his feet and hobbling to his car. "You'll get what's fucking coming to you." He looked at my mom and opened the driver's side door. "You coming or what?"
Her head nodded and she looked away from me.
"Pathetic," I spat out, turning around and walking away from the woman who gave birth to me but never once choose to act like a mother. I turned away from the woman who chose a man over her own son; her own blood. The entire house shook from the force of me slamming the door shut from behind me. The lock clicked around my hand and I twisted my body around to turn up the stairs but my legs stumbled into something hard on the bottom step.
I glanced down to see Daisy curled into a ball with tears flushing down her red cheeks. What had she seen? She scrambled to her feet and shuffled backwards away from me. "Baby." My mind instantly flew to the worst-case scenario where she left me. "Say something," I choked out, desperation clear in my scratchy voice.
"I want to," she blew out, throwing her hands to her sides. Her dark eyes smoldered into mine. "I really do but I don't know what to say after all of that."