Love Tap(38)

“You!” I seethe. I can’t believe she invited that tool for dinner! I thought she was getting tired of his games and was finally coming to light that he was a scumbag.

“What the f*ck’s your problem?” he sneers at me, his lip curled. My heart thunders in my chest from his stance, tone, and just his f*cking presence.

“You’re my problem!” Shoving off the chair I ball my fists and march toward him. All the confusion and anger rolling through me I’m more than ready to start a fight. The muscles in his shoulders tense, and he lifts his chin as I near.

“Wait!” Journey jumps between us. Her hands outstretched like a referee. “Please, I brought him over to make peace. He’s not a bad guy Tate.”

“He hit you, of course he’s a bad guy.” I laugh dishearteningly.

“Yo, babe, you better do something about this disrespect,” he orders, pointing at me like a thug.

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” I take another step forward ready to jab this * in the face.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Dad steps out of his room. Dad’s eyes light up before contorting into anger when he sets sight on Scotty. “Why are you here?”

“Journey said she was getting her family together for dinner, I told her I was her family.” He points at himself. “I should be here!” Scotty informs. I can’t help the look of surprise on my face. This guy is a one of a kind stupid.

“You are not her family. Leave, or I’m calling the cops,” Dad threatens.

Scotty turns, and cracks his knuckles in a threatening manner.

“Oh, you think you’re going to call the cops old man?”

Scotty steps toward Dad, and Journey jumps in front of him. “Stop!” He pushes her to the ground as if he’s swatting a fly.

I fall to Journey’s side, helping her up.

“Scotty wait!” Journey tries to run interference again but she’s too small compared to Scotty.

Dad balls his fists as Scotty comes at him, but before he can react Scotty punches my dad right in the chest.

“You motherf*cker!” I scream frantically.

Quickly I jump on Scotty’s back, and drive my fist into the side of his face repeatedly. The sores in my knuckles splitting painfully.

“Stupid bitch!” He throws me from his shoulder, causing me to slam into the wall and fall next to Dad. My shoulder blade blooms with pain, spreading down my back.

Dad makes a sound I’ve never heard before catching my attention from my own pain.

He grips his left shoulder, his eyes wide with fear and pain.

“Dad?”

He pins me with wide eyes, as he clutches his chest. My heart sinks as fear takes root. He’s having a heart attack!

“Journey, call an ambulance!”

“Teaches you right, old man.” Scotty slides a plate off the table, it landing on the floor with a loud crack. Journey doesn’t move from her spot after calling 911 as she stares at Dad and sobs.

“Dad, tell me what to do, what can I do?” I ask, my hands trembling with the amount of adrenaline racing through them. I shift on my knees, trying to get a better look at him.

“Go…Get…That…Fucker,” Dad grits out with pain.

“I’m not leaving you,” I reaffirm.

“Go!” His eyes pin mine, and something familiar flashes through them. Something I haven’t seen in a long time. My dad is finally fighting back. He wants me to fight.

“Go Tate! I will watch him until the ambulance gets here,” Journey offers. Swallowing hard, I nod and jump to my feet.

“Don’t you leave his side!” I point at Journey. She slides to the floor, sitting right next to him.

Turning I run after Scotty. Nobody touches my family. I’m going to kill that *.

Throwing the door open, I find him striding toward his car like he’s taking a stroll in the park.

“Hey!” I step out onto the porch, my head lowered and eyes hooded with rage. I swear I can hear the latch to my cage unlocking, because a rush of adrenaline like I’ve never felt before pounds through my veins. It feels good, it’s a rush I crave.

Scotty stops, and slowly turns. An arrogant smirk across his face.

“Yeah?” He grins, and for the love of God I want to kick his teeth in.

“That is the last time you hit anyone in my family.” Lowering my head, an evil smile crosses my face as I welcome the old Tate back.

He balls his fists and cracks his neck.

This is going to hurt, and I’m more than ready for the challenge.



Camden



A commotion next door grabs my attention. There’s yelling and cursing, all coming from Tate’s house. Setting my dinner aside I peek through the curtains and find two people in Tate’s front yard. It’s so dark I can’t make out what is going on, but it doesn’t look good.

Turning the porch light on, I step outside and the unmistakable sound of a fist connecting with bone being heard and a rush of energy surges through me.

Moving quick off the porch steps, I head into the Davis’ yard, and my heart stops. A big motherf*cker has Tate pinned to the ground, and is trying to secure her hands above her head. My eyes widen and mouth parts as I start that way, ready to end the life of whoever is on top of her.