Jagged (Colorado Mountain #5)(104)
Maybelle looked back at me and her eyes were lit with joy when she did.
“Happy, baby?” she asked softly.
“I’m at my sister’s memorial, celebrating her life, and my man is taking her son for a ride on his Harley, a ride Zander couldn’t wait to get. I’m back in the house I love that my man bought for me. And his ring is on my finger. So yeah. I’m happy,” I answered. “I’ve never been happier in my life. I thought yesterday, I’d never been happier. And the day before. And the day before that. But I’m wrong every day. It keeps gettin’ better.”
Her eyes went soft and bright when she whispered, “Then that means I couldn’t be happier for you.”
“Zara!”
My name said in that voice sent all my happy flying out the window.
“Oh no you do not!” I heard shouted from the other direction and I knew that was Kami Maxwell.
But I ignored Kami and, stiltedly, I turned and saw my mother, her face a mask of alarm, staring at me.
What the hell was she doing there?
Greg was invited. Sixty other people were invited.
My mother was absolutely not.
“What are you—” I started, feeling Maybelle edge close as Wanda did the same on my other side.
But I didn’t finish because Mom’s hand shot out, clamping on mine and tugging hard.
“We must talk,” she demanded.
I tried to pull my hand free as I said, “We have nothing to say and, Mom, I don’t wanna be ugly but you aren’t welcome here. Not to mention, with what’s happening legally, you shouldn’t be here.”
“Zara, you don’t under—” she began but didn’t finish when I felt a wave of hostility blast through the front door.
Maybelle and Wanda felt it, too, and edged even closer as my eyes flew to the door to see my father storming in.
Without hesitation, he walked right up to Mom and me, grabbed Mom by the back of her neck, and yanked her away so hard she went flying.
Wanda gasped.
Maybelle whispered, “Heavenly Father.”
My body strung tight.
My father’s eyes sliced through the crowd and locked on me. “Look at you. Look at this. Your sister’s dead and you’re yukkin’ it up with beer and booze. What’s the matter with you?”
“Get out,” I whispered.
“I will. Happily. You give me the boy,” he shot back. “He doesn’t need to be around this, and mark my words, girl, the judge will hear about this.”
“Get out,” I repeated, louder this time.
Dad again ignored me. “Waste of time. Waste of space. You always were. Just prove it over and over since you first started breathin’. Just like that sister of yours. Now, give me the boy and I’ll go.”
“Xavier.” Aunt Wilona was there, standing close to Maybelle. “Let’s speak outside.”
Dad turned blazing eyes on his sister and announced, “You’re done. You’ll see that boy again over my dead body.”
Aunt Wilona paled.
“Sir, you really should leave.”
This was said by Nina, who was also now in my huddle, which had been joined by Arlene, Kami, Becca, Mindy, Jenna, and Cotton, with Max and Jeff patrolling the outside, bodies loose and in motion, eyes locked on Dad. I felt a presence at my back and I didn’t have to look to know it was Greg.
Dad spared Nina barely a glance before he looked back to Aunt Wilona.
“I gave orders,” he reminded her.
“He missed his mother’s funeral,” she returned, her back slamming straight. “He was not going to miss this.”
“That isn’t your decision,” Dad fired back.
“You’re wrong. I gave him bottles. I changed his diapers. I cooked his dinners. I made his lunches. I baked his birthday cakes,” she retorted. “You simply showed every once in a while, acted an ass, confused him, didn’t let his grandmother love on him, like she was tainted by his mother when his mother was tainted by you, and you were a general all-around pain in the behind, so I think I definitely get to make those decisions.”
“You’d be wrong,” he clipped.
“Since I got my boy, I’ve never been wrong, Xavier, and you’ve never been right,” she leaned in and hissed.
And it was then, Dad lost it. Given his target, not one to miss that kind of opportunity, his hand went down and across his front, then he swiftly and powerfully backhanded Aunt Wilona across the cheek.
She went flying and the crowd around us flew into motion but Dad had a lot of practice with this and no sooner had he clocked Aunt Wilona, he took two steps my way and suddenly had his hand wrapped tight around my throat. His other hand was up and fisted in my hair, pulling hard, making pain shaft over my scalp and down the back of my neck as his hand at my throat squeezed, this making it hard to breathe.
“Take your hands off her,” I heard Max growl from close even as I felt Greg move in behind me, his hand at my dad’s hand in my hair, but Dad had such a firm hold, there was nothing Greg could do without hurting me more.
Dad’s face was in mine, oblivious to all this, his eyes blazing with his brand of righteous fury that I’d seen time and again, remembered like he’d burned that look into me just yesterday, and I stood immobile with terror.