“You know, I should have never had kids anyway,” she said, letting out a long breath. “It’s fine. He’ll make it.”
Kacey bit the inside of her cheek, wanting to scream at her for not wanting to be in his life. For not loving him and doing right by him, but she knew it would be a waste of her breath.
“He will,” Karl agreed. “I’ll keep an eye on him.”
“Good luck with that. He’s all kinds of messed up,” she laughed. “He’s an ‘alcoholic,’” she added with air quotes, and something snapped inside of Kacey.
“Yes, he is, and instead of making fun of him, you should be proud because he is fighting it. He has completely changed, become the person he wanted to be with no help from anyone but himself. He is amazing, he is strong, and you are a fucking bitch for not seeing that!”
“Whoa, now,” Karl said, but he doubted either of them heard him.
“Listen to me, you little shit, he is worthless and he will hurt you. Mark my words. He doesn’t have a loving bone in his body. He may think he does, but he’ll shut you out in no time! He does it to everyone.”
“No, he did it to you because you are worthless and a horrible person! He loves me and I love him. I am there for him, I am his rock, and you are nothing.”
“I think everyone needs to calm down,” Phil said, but Stacey threw her hand up, stopping him as she glared at Kacey.
“You nothing about me—”
“And she won’t, ever, because you aren’t in my life,” Jordie said, stepping in front of Kacey. “Goodbye, Stacey,” he said sternly as Kacey moved out from behind him to see Stacey’s wide eyes.
“Oh, really? It’s Mom to you, buddy,” she sneered, but he shook his head.
“No, it’s nothing because there is nothing else to say to one another. Goodbye,” he said once more and then turned, cupping Kacey’s shoulders. “Come on, baby, let me get you home.”
“Jordie Scott, I am not done talking to you!” she yelled as Jordie directed Kacey to the truck and helped her in.
“Well, I think he’s done talking to you,” Karl said with a laugh.
Ignoring his mom, Jordie said, “Karl, I’ll take you home.”
“I can get a ride with Karson.”
“He took Benji home,” he commented before closing Kacey’s door. She tried to roll down the window to hear but the car wasn’t started, so she could only watch. Their voices were muffled as Stacey yelled and yelled at Jordie, but he completely ignored her, getting into the truck, with her father getting in at the same time.
“Fuck you, Jordie—” Her words were cut off as he slammed the door shut.
“Fucking bitch,” Karl muttered and Jordie shrugged.
“Who? I didn’t hear anything,” he said simply and Kacey reached over, taking his hand. As he sent her a grin, her heart sang. She had been so worried, but it was obvious.
Jordie was going to be okay.
“You make me so fucking hot when you score,” Kacey gasped as Jordie pushed her into the door, his hands sliding down her hips, holding her tightly as his mouth moved along her neck, her breasts. Lifting her shirt up and over her head, he kissed down her ribs, her belly button, as he slid her leggings and panties down her legs.
“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he muttered against her wanton center, his breath hot against her lips. Arching up, his mouth teased her as he whispered, “I fucking love your *.”
She almost came undone, but soon his mouth was devouring her. Crying out, she threaded her fingers through his hair as he buried his face between her legs, her knees buckling, her heart coming out of her chest as she hollered out anything that came to mind.