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to get our great president to pull rank. Lucky for me, he respected Optimus a lot more than he did me.
Huntsville was still close enough for me and the old ladies to visit, and the bonus was he could get the help he needed. The doctors told me he could possibly get better—not entirely but better than he was—if he followed the program they had set up for him. But I wasn’t counting my chickens before they hatched.
I checked in at the front desk and they pointed me in the direction of his room. The place was like a hospital—so white, so clean. The smell was strong too.
A nurse walked toward me just as I grabbed myself in a useless attempt to readjust. She caught the movement and a blush covered her cheeks. Any normal time I probably would have been tempted to follow her to the nearest supply closet and fuck her stupid, but she wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted fucking Rose, but last time I followed my cock with her, people I care about almost died. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
I found Dad’s room number and stormed in, just at the moment he took a shot from the miniature sized tequila bottle in his hand.
I scrubbed my hand down my face. “Are you fucking serious?” He didn’t flinch or move to hide it. He didn’t care if I saw or not. Tequila wasn’t his drink of choice, it was always beer. It didn’t matter what label or where it was from—beer was beer. But obviously, whoever smuggled them in, had to go with what was easy to hide, and a case of beer was not.
I guess it could be worse.
Couldn’t it?
He didn’t even acknowledge me as I dropped into his lounge chair. The room was big enough for a bed, a chair, a small desk and a few other things. There was a television mounted on the wall and a bathroom off to the side that had a shower, toilet, and vanity.
I knew he was going to hate it here, but I didn’t care.
I was sick of being the parent in this relationship, dragging his ass home from the bar, keeping him from getting arrested or fucking killed, and I still let him take his shit out on me constantly. I took the verbal hits and the physical ones, and I still came back the next week.
“That shit put you in here, yet you’re still throwing it back like it’s water,” I muttered as I shook my head. I was disappointed but I wasn’t shocked.
“Wrong,” he gruffed. “You put me in here you ungrateful little asswipe.”
The cheap shots didn’t even register anymore. It was like a normal conversation for us. Well, for him.
“Not going to apologize for trying to keep you alive a little longer.”
He took another swig from the tiny bottle, its contents now gone. But that wasn’t it. He pulled another one from under his mattress and started on that too.
“You come to gloat? That it? Finally got me put away? Locked up like a fucking criminal.” His words weren’t accusing, but more like it was a matter of fact. “Optimus, just like his fucking father, ordering me around.”
“He’s our fucking president! If you want a roof over your head, I’d respect that fact,” I told him harshly, not about to listen to him put down my brother.
“Wouldn’t be here if—”
“Don’t fucking say it,” I snapped. I’d heard it every single time I saw him. My father never took another Old Lady after my mom left. She was it for him, even after he found out that she didn’t feel the same. Everything boiled down to the fact that she’d left, and never once, in all these years had he taken a single ounce of responsibility for her being gone.
He slammed the small bottle down on the table beside his bed. With the force he’d used, I was stunned nothing broke. “If she were still here then I’d be at home. But instead, I get stuck with some cunt who doesn’t even have the balls to care for his father.”
I gritted my teeth, we’d gone head to head about this more times than I could remember, but this time was different. This time, I knew more. “She came back.”
His body
Huntsville was still close enough for me and the old ladies to visit, and the bonus was he could get the help he needed. The doctors told me he could possibly get better—not entirely but better than he was—if he followed the program they had set up for him. But I wasn’t counting my chickens before they hatched.
I checked in at the front desk and they pointed me in the direction of his room. The place was like a hospital—so white, so clean. The smell was strong too.
A nurse walked toward me just as I grabbed myself in a useless attempt to readjust. She caught the movement and a blush covered her cheeks. Any normal time I probably would have been tempted to follow her to the nearest supply closet and fuck her stupid, but she wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted fucking Rose, but last time I followed my cock with her, people I care about almost died. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
I found Dad’s room number and stormed in, just at the moment he took a shot from the miniature sized tequila bottle in his hand.
I scrubbed my hand down my face. “Are you fucking serious?” He didn’t flinch or move to hide it. He didn’t care if I saw or not. Tequila wasn’t his drink of choice, it was always beer. It didn’t matter what label or where it was from—beer was beer. But obviously, whoever smuggled them in, had to go with what was easy to hide, and a case of beer was not.
I guess it could be worse.
Couldn’t it?
He didn’t even acknowledge me as I dropped into his lounge chair. The room was big enough for a bed, a chair, a small desk and a few other things. There was a television mounted on the wall and a bathroom off to the side that had a shower, toilet, and vanity.
I knew he was going to hate it here, but I didn’t care.
I was sick of being the parent in this relationship, dragging his ass home from the bar, keeping him from getting arrested or fucking killed, and I still let him take his shit out on me constantly. I took the verbal hits and the physical ones, and I still came back the next week.
“That shit put you in here, yet you’re still throwing it back like it’s water,” I muttered as I shook my head. I was disappointed but I wasn’t shocked.
“Wrong,” he gruffed. “You put me in here you ungrateful little asswipe.”
The cheap shots didn’t even register anymore. It was like a normal conversation for us. Well, for him.
“Not going to apologize for trying to keep you alive a little longer.”
He took another swig from the tiny bottle, its contents now gone. But that wasn’t it. He pulled another one from under his mattress and started on that too.
“You come to gloat? That it? Finally got me put away? Locked up like a fucking criminal.” His words weren’t accusing, but more like it was a matter of fact. “Optimus, just like his fucking father, ordering me around.”
“He’s our fucking president! If you want a roof over your head, I’d respect that fact,” I told him harshly, not about to listen to him put down my brother.
“Wouldn’t be here if—”
“Don’t fucking say it,” I snapped. I’d heard it every single time I saw him. My father never took another Old Lady after my mom left. She was it for him, even after he found out that she didn’t feel the same. Everything boiled down to the fact that she’d left, and never once, in all these years had he taken a single ounce of responsibility for her being gone.
He slammed the small bottle down on the table beside his bed. With the force he’d used, I was stunned nothing broke. “If she were still here then I’d be at home. But instead, I get stuck with some cunt who doesn’t even have the balls to care for his father.”
I gritted my teeth, we’d gone head to head about this more times than I could remember, but this time was different. This time, I knew more. “She came back.”
His body
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