Chapter 7: LYON
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I sighed from my soul when I stopped in the doorway of my bedroom and watched my wife.
"Kat." She was moving around the room folding s**t and putting it away. I know that look.
"Did you kill them?" She didn't look up at me.
"No."
"This is all your fault Colton Lyon." Here we go.
"How the f**k do you figure? Mengele, I'm not gonna tell you again." I saw her shadow move along the wall. With any luck that nut will do me in soon with one of her concoctions.
Just then the three little ones came barreling into the room on their hands and knees making a racket. They'd just learned to crawl and my house was now hell central.
I reached down and grabbed the first two and headed over to the bed with the third wrapped around my ankle chortling like a lunatic. "Where's Cody?"
"Caitlin has him in her room, don't change the subject."
She folded the same shirt for the third or fourth time and I knew what kind of mood she was in. A houseful of kids meant I couldn't f**k her out of her s**t, but what's new? Ever since she started trying to repopulate the state I haven't had a moment's peace.
"So, that whole situation, they were just experimenting, nothing for you to get bent about. I told them to put the brakes on so you don't have to worry."
"What about that poor girl?" Poor girl my ass.
"She's fine, I sent her on home." She looked like thunder and I knew her jealous ass was mad that her precious babies weren't so precious anymore. I could've told her that none of them, except my Caitiebear were innocent past the age of three.
Speaking of which. "Uh Kat, we're gonna have to do something about our own daughters. Caitie's just nine months older than those two I'm thinking..."
"That's what I was coming to tell you before I got sidetracked. I got a letter from the school today. Caitie can still graduate a year early..."
My head started buzzing and I think I lost sight for a few seconds. We've had this conversation before. These f***s wanted me to send my kid away to college when she was sixteen, now she's a year older sure, but still too young in my opinion.
I wasn't in the mood to have that argument again right now so I tried to sidetrack her with her kids. "I think Cayla needs changing." f**k if I know which is which, the three of them look the same, unless you look at their bracelets which have their names engraved.
I knew that would work though and she dropped the shirt she had yet to fold from her hands and rushed to pick our daughter up and sniff her. I was in luck because one of them really did need changing, whew.
I snuck out of the room and bought myself some time. I still can't tell her the real reason behind my refusal to let Caitiebear leave home for college a year early, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do when she reaches eighteen and can legally bounce, but even without assholes trying to harm my kid, I'm just not ready.
I knew they were going to do this s**t to me, especially my firstborn. That just like with their mother I was gonna get attached and not want to let them go. Seventeen f*****g years she's been mine and now she wants to fly the nest and go off and become an adult.
I never moved back to my parents' home after I left the house for college except for the odd vacation here and there and even most of those I spent in some other part of the world. I know only too well that once you pop the parental leash the last thing you want is to let them get that s**t back on you. f**k!
If the thought of her moving away for school isn't bad enough, I know that boy is at the other end of this s**t. They think I don't know that he's going to one of the top schools in the nation and that that's where my daughter will be headed.
I don't know why the f**k Kat is in such an all fired hurry to give my kid away. I should've broken his ass when I had the chance, but now it's too late. I see the way my kid reacts each time the phone rings and he's on the other end of the line.
I've tried everything to get rid of his ass in the past four years. When he moved away I thought that was it for his slick ass, but the s**t only got worst. My kid damn near moped herself into an early grave and now this s**t.
I will admit that the boy is not that bad, but f**k if I'm giving him the green light, not with my f*****g kid. But if I tell her no again she's going to be hurt. What the f**k is wrong with these schools and their accelerated programs bullshit? Can they at least think about parents and how hard it would be to send their kids off into the world that young? The f**k!
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