Page 76 of Restless
Before he finished, Molly’s bedroom door flew open. A rail thin woman who shared Molly’s eye and hair color swayed on her booted feet. The military boots were notable since she was completely fucking naked otherwise.
“Mama!”
Mrs. Harris staggered into the room, the scent of alcohol and sweat wafting from her.
Molly stumbled from her bed and hurried to her mother. “When did you get home?”
“I’ve been home, girl,” she said around an oniony belch. She looked CJ up and down and squinted. “Do I know you?” She farted.
The shame on Molly’s face touched CJ. Determined not to wrinkle his nose, he shook his head. “No, ma’am,” he said politely. “I’m CJ Caldwell, Molly’s lab partner.”
She swayed again, studied him, and nodded. “I think Ryan…” She cocked her head to the side and blinked. “Do you know a Ryan, Molly?”
“Yes, Mama,” she said quietly. “He’s CJ’s cousin. He bought me the French fries I shared with you.”
Her smile revealed jagged teeth. “You didn’t tell your daddy.”
“He didn’t get angry with us, did he?” Molly said.
Mrs. Harris farted again. “CJ, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“My girl and me like French fries. You can fuck me in the ass if you buy us each a small fry.”
Fuck, lady, have some standards.“I’ll buy you both a meal without any payment.”
“I’m too old for a young stud like you, huh, kid? I’ll leave the room, so Molly can suck your cock.” She shrugged. “Ryan makes her do it all the time. As long as he doesn’t fuck her pussy, we’ll be fine. Her daddy’ll blame me.”
Tears rushed to Molly’s eyes, and she looked at her toes. It gave CJ the moment he needed to control his anger. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck up Ryan first or Tom Harris. Deputy fucking Dog.
Coin toss time, since both motherfuckers were awful and needed a beat down ASAP.
Mrs. Harris stumbled back. Molly wrapped her arms around her belly. Footsteps pounded in the direction of Molly’s bedroom. She stiffened, while uneasiness covered her mother’s face. A moment later, Deputy Harris walked into Molly’s bedroom.
CJ’s gaze clashed with Molly’s father’s.
“If it isn’t Outlaw’s son.”
The motherfucker wanted a reason to either shoot or beat the fuck out of CJ. Hostility radiated from him.
CJ nodded. “Sir.”
Deputy Harris settled a big hand on Mrs. Harris’s bony shoulder and she jumped. Snickering, he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “When did you get home, babe?”
“A little while ago.”
“Any reason your clothes are scattered from the outside porch to the fucking kitchen door?”
She sucked on her teeth. “I was hot,” she said, another fart escaping.
Jesus.
Molly cringed, sidling behind CJ. “I’m s-sorry,” she whispered.
“Sorry, huh, Molly?” her father demanded. “Who are you apologizing to? Me or Outlaw’s son?”
She sniffled.
