Chapter 12
Cora
This old car is a fucking death trap. The brakes hardly slow it down. I have to pump the gas pedal fifty fucking times to get it to start. Every bump in the road is like a roller coaster, bouncing around. At least the seatbelts work, otherwise I'd be in the roof, which is only canvas and metal framing so that's encouraging. Gus definitely did not maintain it very well at all. Maybe that's why he gave it to Jess instead of me to begin with. Those guns are worth more than this car and now that Jess and her friend are being bitches, I feel no remorse at the thought of taking them.
I park the damn thing in our driveway and slam the door when I get out. I'm surprised when nothing falls off of it. I have no clue why Glenda honestly thinks that she's getting anything out of this heap of metal and rubber. It's ugly and worn out. I don't even feel safe driving it, but until I buy something different it's all I have. The minute they put it in my name Glenda took her LYRIQ back.
Thankful I made it home alive, I head into the house. I don't see Glenda's car, but she might have parked in the garage. Dean's, however, is right next to mine. Which is odd because this time of day on a Saturday afternoon, he's usually showing homes. In fact, I thought he had an open house across town in the Bruns addition, but I could be wrong. Regardless, I'm going to have to face the music when I see them anyway, now or later. They'll be pissed at Jess's response, and that means I have to go back over there prepared to steal, or at least scope the place out so I know how to get in. She has a dog too, so that means even more risk.
I push the door open and instantly I'm met with sex sounds. Glenda is cool with walking in on me fucking Danny, but the idea of me walking in on my parents having sex doesn't appeal to me. It makes me cringe and plug my ears, racing for the steps.
"Oh shit, Dean..."
I barely hear the woman's voice. It's muffled, but I know well enough to know it's not Glenda's voice. I stop at the bottom step and listen again, this time with my hands clenched at my sides.
"Fuck, do it... Harder..." The voice is distinctly not my mother's, and I am livid.
I march around the corner into the kitchen where Dean has the bitch on the counter. His pants are around his ankles, and she is groping him with her legs wrapped around his hips. Her head is back, mouth agape, eyes closed. It's the ugliest sight I've seen in my life, and I've seen some disgusting porn before.
"What the actual fuck are you doing?" I don't even shy away from it.
Dean's body jolts, and he bends, yanking his pants up hastily as I move closer. I get an up close and personal view of his hairy ass as he does so, then a pussy shot of the skank he was fucking.
"Oh shit," she hisses, slapping her thighs together and sliding off the counter. "Oh God." It's not even his secretary. How many women is he fucking?
"Cora, get out," Dean snaps, his voice raised and booming loud.
"I won't. Who is that?" I glare at her. "Who are you?" I may not respect Glenda much, but she's still my mother. She doesn't deserve this.
"Oh God," she whimpers and fusses with her skirt. Her panties dangle around her left ankle but she doesn't seem to notice it as she scrambles around the kitchen for what I can only assume is her purse, which is draped over the back of a chair in the attached dining room.
"Cora, out!" Dean shouts, but I remain planted.
"Fuck you, Dean."
"I am your father. You will listen to me." He fiddles with zipping his fly around his boner, which is also disgusting that he can stay so hard for so long after being exposed to his daughter like that.
"You aren't my father. You're a cheap fucking whore. You're cheating on her? I knew it. I assumed it was the secretary. How many are there, Dean?"
"I'm gonna go," the woman whispers and dashes out the front door. I didn't see an extra car, so that probably means she's walking the walk of shame with panties around her ankle, but I don't give a fuck.
Dean spins around and watches her scamper to the door as he glares at me. "You were supposed to be at Jess's getting those guns."
"And you were supposed to be at an open house." I hold my ground, going toe to toe with the man who could make me an orphan at the drop of a hat. I hate him. I hate him more than anything at this moment, and I am going to tell Glenda exactly why he is trash, and she should take him to the curb. "What's wrong? Embarrassed your daughter caught you?"
His lips are drawn into a tight line and his nose twitches. "Where are the guns?"
"Where is your decency?"
"I'm not playing, Cora. Where are the guns?" He tucks his shirt in as he speaks, clearly not planning to address what just happened, and I hate him more.
"I'm telling Mom." It's the first time in months that I've used that word to describe her, and I say it in a very distinct manner, so he knows I'm not playing.
"What do you want?"
I have him in a noose now. He's going to hang himself.
"I want my money," I start. "And I want my car." I take a step toward him. "And I want you out of our lives. For good. And you pay the bills to make sure Mom can keep living the lifestyle she is comfortable with."
"Not going to happen. Don't you realize she knows?" He seems flustered now.
"So why are you nervous about me telling her? Huh? Because she knows you fuck your secretary but not other woman too?"
Dean rubs his forehead and sighs angrily. "You can keep the car, but the money is already spent." He shakes his head and grits his teeth.
"And who is going to fix the car? Because it's going to cost thousands of dollars to make it safe enough to actually drive daily." I cross my arms over my chest. I still plan to tell her, but I'm milking this for every fucking cent I can get.
"Fine. Steal the guns and sell them. I'll get the car fixed." He is panicking now. He deserves to panic. He's an asshole in the lowest regard. "Just don't tell her."
I thrust my hand forward and he shakes it. "And I want an allowance while at college of one thousand dollars a week."
"No." He drops my hand and shakes his head. "You're not getting a fucking cent. You tell her, and you're cut off. Got it? Nothing. I'll cancel your tuition, get the money back, and sell the car, and you'll be on the street with her."
"What? We have a deal. You shook on it."
He turns and walks toward the back door, and I follow on his heels. As he turns over his shoulder I nearly bump into him I'm so close. "Steal the guns. She can't have them. You do that, and we'll talk. But you know what? Just consider yourself cut off already because I don't see how you're getting those guns."
