Games of the Heart
Page 124
Mike’s eyes slice to me. “You on with Emergency?”
I nodded.
“Disconnect. Use my phonebook, call Colt. Tell him I got his vandals in my living room.”
My eyes went to the kids but Mike kept talking and I looked back at him.
“Do that while goin’ back upstairs. My cuffs are on my belt. There’s another pair in my top drawer at the back. Bring both down. Now.”
I nodded and turned quickly, rushing back down the hall.
“Did you hear that?” I asked the operator.
“Yes. Unit is still en route and should be their imminently. I’ll let you go.”
“Right,” I said, running down the upstairs hall and into our room. I did as Mike asked, going quickly, with effort keeping an agitated now whining Layla back and I got a sleepy-alert Colt as I was rushing back down the hall carrying two sets of handcuffs.
I also saw No out of his room and he was staring at me, sleepy-alert too.
I shook my head, whispered, “Stay up here,” then kept talking to Colt as I ran down the stairs. By the time I made it to the living room, Colt told me he’d be here “in ten” and he’d disconnected.
Mike’s eyes came to me and the doorbell rang.
“Me, cuffs then you get the door,” he ordered.
I rushed to him, handed off the cuffs and ran toward the door telling him, “No’s up.”
I was in the hall when I heard Mike shout, “No, down here!”
I opened the door to see a uniformed police officer there. He opened his mouth to speak but I got there before him.
“Mike’s in the living room. I think he needs you.”
He moved immediately and I got out of his way. No nearly bumped into him as he rounded the stairs, his face pale, his eyes on me. The officer moved directly to the living room, his hand and mouth directed to the radio at his shoulder. I moved to No.
“Your Dad caught some kids, vandals. They’re in the living room. Go to him, he wants you.”
No nodded then took off down the hall.
I was closing the door, not looking what I was doing when I met resistance halfway. I turned my eyes to it and saw another officer standing there.
“Doin’ a perimeter search,” he muttered. “Mike okay?”
I nodded, pulling the door back open. “Living room.”
He moved past me and headed swiftly down the hall.
I followed him.
The next five minutes I focused on calming down and staying out of the way. I had to take time out of doing this when Rees hesitantly joined the proceedings. Then she stood close to me, holding my hand and watched like me, No joining us. The boys were now all sitting on the couch, hands cuffed behind their backs. One of the officers had gone out to his car. I kept my eyes on Mike who still was holding his gun loosely, his eyes glued on the boys and I could tell he was beyond pissed. He was livid.
I was debating the merits of approaching Mike and gently taking his weapon from him because Mike’s couch was awesome, a big sectional, slouchy, comfy and bloodstains would probably f**k that up when the officer who did the perimeter search spoke and he did this to the boys on the couch.
“Saw it outside, shit’s f**ked up,” he noted, his voice rumbly. He was pissed too. One of his brethren had been targeted and it was clear he didn’t like that much. Then he asked, “What f**ked up shit broke in your heads that makes you think that’s okay?”
None of the boys spoke.
Mike did.
“I know you,” he said quietly, the quiet was a not a good quiet and I watched all three boys look to him. They were no longer looking belligerent. They had the attention of an angry Dad policeman holding a gun and now they were belatedly watchful. “I know you threw down with Fin. I know what you said to my girl. I know one of you tried to touch her.”
Oh God.
My hand in Rees’s got tighter.
“Now you show up at my home, her home, my family’s home and do that shit,” Mike went on. “The bullshit you been pullin’ for months is not okay in any way. That shit outside is seriously not okay.”
I was wondering what was outside at the same time not wanting to know when Mike kept speaking.
“But I’m forced to do you a favor. See, I’m gonna make it my mission to be sure whatever punishment you get is the worst it can be. But still, I’m gonna have a sit down with Finley Holliday and I’m gonna see if I can talk him down from finding each one of you and ripping your good-for-nothin’ heads off.”
Oh f**k.
Rees’s hand got really tight in mine.
The doorbell rang.
“Stay here, both of you,” I whispered to the kids and took off down the hall.
I opened the door to Colt, looked up in his serious eyes and informed him, “Living room.”
He nodded, passed me and moved down the hall. I stepped out into the chill but still weirdly warm Indiana in April night.
How I hadn’t seen it before opening the door, I had no idea.
I saw it then.
There was trash all over the bottom end of the front yard, the sidewalk and into the street. It was trash day the next day and No had rolled our bins out earlier. They were on their side, the bags open and all our garbage was strewn everywhere.
But that wasn’t it. There were opened and unrolled condoms everywhere. Dozens of them. Dozens and dozens.
I stepped out, scanned the area and stopped dead.
My truck and Mike’s SUV were parked in the garage. In the drive was No’s beat up junker. And by the light of the streetlamps I could see spray-painted all over it crude penises and the words, Farmer Fin’s f**k buddy rides in this ride.
I noticed another cruiser heading toward our house but woodenly, my brain feeling funny, heated, swelling, like my skull wouldn’t hold it in, my eyes feeling the same in their sockets, I turned and went back into the house. Then I walked to the door to the garage, opened it, swung in and nabbed my keys off the key holder that was on the wall. I pulled out, shut the door and walked into the living room straight to No who was standing close to his sister.
I handed the keys and told him, “Go upstairs. Get dressed. We’ve got a long night. The minute your Dad or Colt tells you it’s all right, you pull my truck out and your car in. Yeah?”
I saw curiosity mixed with alertness enter his face, he nodded, looked to his Dad who gave him a chin jerk then he took off.
I walked in my short little nightie to where I could face the boys.
“Dusty, you get dressed too,” Mike ordered but I looked down to the boys.
“I know you three, I know exactly who you are, boys like you,” I said to them quietly. “And I know unless you make the decision right now, you will never change. You’re mean, useless, weak, pathetic rodents and unless you get your heads out of your asses, you will never be anything but mean, useless, weak, pathetic rodents. Not one thing good will happen in your life because you won’t deserve it. You’ll blame others but it’ll be you who makes that your reality. Right now, it’s not too late to stop being ass**les. In a year, two, you’ll be fixed in that role for a lifetime and trust me, not anyone you know will think of you any differently. You’ll be known every minute you breathe on this earth to every soul who’s unfortunate enough to enter your atmosphere as the ass**les you are. Wake up before it’s too late.” I started to move away but stopped and looked back at them. “And, personally, I hope Mike fails in his endeavors and Fin finds each and every one of you and teaches you the lesson you deserve to learn.”
I nodded.
“Disconnect. Use my phonebook, call Colt. Tell him I got his vandals in my living room.”
My eyes went to the kids but Mike kept talking and I looked back at him.
“Do that while goin’ back upstairs. My cuffs are on my belt. There’s another pair in my top drawer at the back. Bring both down. Now.”
I nodded and turned quickly, rushing back down the hall.
“Did you hear that?” I asked the operator.
“Yes. Unit is still en route and should be their imminently. I’ll let you go.”
“Right,” I said, running down the upstairs hall and into our room. I did as Mike asked, going quickly, with effort keeping an agitated now whining Layla back and I got a sleepy-alert Colt as I was rushing back down the hall carrying two sets of handcuffs.
I also saw No out of his room and he was staring at me, sleepy-alert too.
I shook my head, whispered, “Stay up here,” then kept talking to Colt as I ran down the stairs. By the time I made it to the living room, Colt told me he’d be here “in ten” and he’d disconnected.
Mike’s eyes came to me and the doorbell rang.
“Me, cuffs then you get the door,” he ordered.
I rushed to him, handed off the cuffs and ran toward the door telling him, “No’s up.”
I was in the hall when I heard Mike shout, “No, down here!”
I opened the door to see a uniformed police officer there. He opened his mouth to speak but I got there before him.
“Mike’s in the living room. I think he needs you.”
He moved immediately and I got out of his way. No nearly bumped into him as he rounded the stairs, his face pale, his eyes on me. The officer moved directly to the living room, his hand and mouth directed to the radio at his shoulder. I moved to No.
“Your Dad caught some kids, vandals. They’re in the living room. Go to him, he wants you.”
No nodded then took off down the hall.
I was closing the door, not looking what I was doing when I met resistance halfway. I turned my eyes to it and saw another officer standing there.
“Doin’ a perimeter search,” he muttered. “Mike okay?”
I nodded, pulling the door back open. “Living room.”
He moved past me and headed swiftly down the hall.
I followed him.
The next five minutes I focused on calming down and staying out of the way. I had to take time out of doing this when Rees hesitantly joined the proceedings. Then she stood close to me, holding my hand and watched like me, No joining us. The boys were now all sitting on the couch, hands cuffed behind their backs. One of the officers had gone out to his car. I kept my eyes on Mike who still was holding his gun loosely, his eyes glued on the boys and I could tell he was beyond pissed. He was livid.
I was debating the merits of approaching Mike and gently taking his weapon from him because Mike’s couch was awesome, a big sectional, slouchy, comfy and bloodstains would probably f**k that up when the officer who did the perimeter search spoke and he did this to the boys on the couch.
“Saw it outside, shit’s f**ked up,” he noted, his voice rumbly. He was pissed too. One of his brethren had been targeted and it was clear he didn’t like that much. Then he asked, “What f**ked up shit broke in your heads that makes you think that’s okay?”
None of the boys spoke.
Mike did.
“I know you,” he said quietly, the quiet was a not a good quiet and I watched all three boys look to him. They were no longer looking belligerent. They had the attention of an angry Dad policeman holding a gun and now they were belatedly watchful. “I know you threw down with Fin. I know what you said to my girl. I know one of you tried to touch her.”
Oh God.
My hand in Rees’s got tighter.
“Now you show up at my home, her home, my family’s home and do that shit,” Mike went on. “The bullshit you been pullin’ for months is not okay in any way. That shit outside is seriously not okay.”
I was wondering what was outside at the same time not wanting to know when Mike kept speaking.
“But I’m forced to do you a favor. See, I’m gonna make it my mission to be sure whatever punishment you get is the worst it can be. But still, I’m gonna have a sit down with Finley Holliday and I’m gonna see if I can talk him down from finding each one of you and ripping your good-for-nothin’ heads off.”
Oh f**k.
Rees’s hand got really tight in mine.
The doorbell rang.
“Stay here, both of you,” I whispered to the kids and took off down the hall.
I opened the door to Colt, looked up in his serious eyes and informed him, “Living room.”
He nodded, passed me and moved down the hall. I stepped out into the chill but still weirdly warm Indiana in April night.
How I hadn’t seen it before opening the door, I had no idea.
I saw it then.
There was trash all over the bottom end of the front yard, the sidewalk and into the street. It was trash day the next day and No had rolled our bins out earlier. They were on their side, the bags open and all our garbage was strewn everywhere.
But that wasn’t it. There were opened and unrolled condoms everywhere. Dozens of them. Dozens and dozens.
I stepped out, scanned the area and stopped dead.
My truck and Mike’s SUV were parked in the garage. In the drive was No’s beat up junker. And by the light of the streetlamps I could see spray-painted all over it crude penises and the words, Farmer Fin’s f**k buddy rides in this ride.
I noticed another cruiser heading toward our house but woodenly, my brain feeling funny, heated, swelling, like my skull wouldn’t hold it in, my eyes feeling the same in their sockets, I turned and went back into the house. Then I walked to the door to the garage, opened it, swung in and nabbed my keys off the key holder that was on the wall. I pulled out, shut the door and walked into the living room straight to No who was standing close to his sister.
I handed the keys and told him, “Go upstairs. Get dressed. We’ve got a long night. The minute your Dad or Colt tells you it’s all right, you pull my truck out and your car in. Yeah?”
I saw curiosity mixed with alertness enter his face, he nodded, looked to his Dad who gave him a chin jerk then he took off.
I walked in my short little nightie to where I could face the boys.
“Dusty, you get dressed too,” Mike ordered but I looked down to the boys.
“I know you three, I know exactly who you are, boys like you,” I said to them quietly. “And I know unless you make the decision right now, you will never change. You’re mean, useless, weak, pathetic rodents and unless you get your heads out of your asses, you will never be anything but mean, useless, weak, pathetic rodents. Not one thing good will happen in your life because you won’t deserve it. You’ll blame others but it’ll be you who makes that your reality. Right now, it’s not too late to stop being ass**les. In a year, two, you’ll be fixed in that role for a lifetime and trust me, not anyone you know will think of you any differently. You’ll be known every minute you breathe on this earth to every soul who’s unfortunate enough to enter your atmosphere as the ass**les you are. Wake up before it’s too late.” I started to move away but stopped and looked back at them. “And, personally, I hope Mike fails in his endeavors and Fin finds each and every one of you and teaches you the lesson you deserve to learn.”
