Page 47 of Happenstance
“You can protect her, can’t you?”
“Of course I can,” I snarled, still pissed from the assault.Wait…“What do I need to protect her from?”
“Nothing.”
My brow rose. “But you just said–”
“I know what I said.” She placed her hands on her hips and tipped her chin. “Do you think I don’t know what I said? Oh look, it’s the crazy old lady that remembers her own thoughts. I’m not senile.”
I huffed out a sigh as she continued her rant. This was getting me nowhere. “Is Lana ready or not?”
She slapped me in the face. “It’s rude to interrupt people.”
Motherfucker!
I rubbed my cheek and watched her calmly walk into the kitchen.
“Lana, sweetheart,” she sang, “Can you come here?”
My angel’s sweet voice echoed down the hall. “Jesus, what do you want now? I’m trying to get ready.”
Her Nan cocked her head down the hall and smacked her lips together, while picking up a wooden spoon.
Oh shit. This can’t be good.
Didn’t really think a wooden spoon could be threatening. I was wrong.
Lana sauntered around the corner, and I’d never seen the color drain so fast from someone’s face. She froze and stared at me like a deer caught in headlights. Kind of made me smirk a bit. Especially when her grandma snuck behind her and raised the wooden spoon.
“Talk back to me!” The spoon came down, smacking off Lana’s ass with a thwack that made me cringe internally.
“Nan–”
Smack!
Oh shit!
That time I visibly grimaced.
“Stop it!” Lana loudly cried out.
Smack!
Goddamn, the old woman was vicious with that thing.
“You’re still in my house, little girl.” A snicker escaped my lips until she pointed the spoon at me, “Don’t you smile, boy.”
The smirk dropped off my face and I shook my head.
“You will be respectful in my house.”
I nodded. “Yes ma’am. I never–”
“Don’t talk back to me.”
“No ma’am.”
Wasn’t stupid enough to head down that road. Not after the whipping Lana just got. Besides, I doubted killing her Nan would win me any favors.
