“Stop it right now!” my mother screamed.
Scout reached down, sawing at the ties around her ankles, as my mother screamed and threw another bottle. It was fine. As long as her attention stayed on me, Scout could get out of here without any incident.
The ties broke free and Scout stood. As though my mother could hear my fears, she screamed, taking off with a wine bottle raised up as she ran at Scout.
I reached out, grabbing Scout and but she fell back into the chair, covering her head with her arms.
My mother made it two feet before she was tackled to the ground with a thud. She yelled as she fell. Immediately screaming about them getting off of her, and when I looked over, I was surprised to see the girls.
And they were not being kind to the woman who just hurt Scout.
“I’ve never been so happy to see an angry girl gang.”
“A what?” Scout asked, as I helped her up again.
“Jax called them your girl gang, and I see why.” I stepped closer, keeping Scout next to me. “Alright, come on, let’s get her upstairs.” They all glared at me but agreed, getting her up and walking out.
“I would offer to help make sure she gets upstairs, but I think they have it covered.”
“They will handle it,” she said, leaning against me harder.
“Good, because I need a minute,” I said, grabbing her waist and pulling her to face me. “I’m sorry, Scout, so fucking sorry, and I promise I’m going to make sure neither of them ever bother us again.”
She smiled, reaching up to run a hand down my jaw. “I know. We can worry about that later. For right now, I would like to go home.”
“Not until we stop at a hospital and make sure you are okay.”
She groaned, but nodded. “Fine. They didn’t hurt me too much. Just some scrapes and bruises.”
I reached up, wiping at the blood dripping down her neck. “You think this isn’t much? You have a head injury.”
She shrugged. “Just a scratch.”
“No need,” Kye said, stepping inside and taking in the damage. “We already called the police, and an ambulance. The goons are sitting upstairs with the guys who stopped them at the door, and your mother is sittingpeacefullywith the girls.”
I could only laugh. “It’s not even a girl gang. You have your own damn army.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Not even a little. Come on, let’s go get this part over with.”
Hours wentby as we waited. Scout had been checked out first. As she was being checked by the EMT’s, my mother and her two helpers were being arrested.
My dad pulled up, his eyes frantic as he searched the crowd for her.
Not me.
Her.
And I knew right then that even if he didn’t have anything to do with today, he was just as guilty.
When he finally made it to her side, he looked for me. Our eyes met, and even from across the driveway, I could see the anger and disgust.
“Do you like what you did?” he yelled. “Do you feel better about your life trying to ruin your mothers? They were in our home stealing officers,” he yelled. “They should all be locked up immediately.”
I shook my head, winding around the ambulance to find Scout and the crew. Her hair was still in the two long braids, but was a mess now. Her cheek was red and the fresh cut on her neck wrapped up and over her jaw a little. It wasn’t bad, but I hated seeing her in any pain.
Those big, hazel eyes still lit up when they met mine, and before I could worry anymore, she was wrapping herself around me. My chest felt ready to burst. The love she had seemed never ending and somehow, some of that love was mine now.