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158 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 27, 2021
Only he wasn’t alone. Mina was on his lap. I froze as I stared at him. I hated Mina with a passion.
“Umm, it's your birthday.” What in the world was going on? “Yeah well, since it’s my birthday I don’t want you here. In fact, I don’t ever want to see your face again. Time for you to leave.”
“You're nothing but a piece of trash and a whore.” He turned on his booted heel and walked away from me as he headed to the bar.
And that was when the man’s face registered in my mind on who the man was that raped Michelle. Fucking Porter. What the actual fuck?
“Michelle,” he whispered. Sighing, I turned around to look up at the man that broke my heart all those years ago. The man that left me when I needed him the most.
“Did you fuck Mina?” she asked with a slight tremor in her tone. Fuck, this wasn’t how I saw this conversation going. “No, I never fucked Mina. She wanted it, but I never fucked her.”
Leaning over her I whispered in her ear, “Justified.” As I pulled the trigger and blew her brains out.
Winking at her I said, “Revenge is always best served cold.”
“Wait your Mina? You’re the evil woman that showed Cam some bull crap pictures and caused him to dump my mom. She was right, you are a nasty piece of work.”
Mina stared down at Laci, and Laci, being her mother's daughter, said, “Leave already. Trash like you isn’t wanted.”
“Mommy, have you ever gotten butterflies in your tummy and your heartbeat matched another’s?”
I made a vow the day I had Laci that I would never lie to her. Not ever.
So pulling my big girl panties up so to speak, I answered her, “Yes, Once.”
“And what happened?”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full young lady.” I teased her as I did the same thing.
Laughing, I sobered. “You know about that night baby.” She had asked me when she was five where her daddy was. That day at school, they had been making father’s day presents. So because of that vow, I told her the truth.
I knew I should shield her from things like that, but I never wanted to lie to my daughter. Lies hurt.
“Yes, mommy. And I know you hate the man that did that to you but you are thankful that you have me.”
“That’s right baby, always will be." Sitting my slice down on my plate I turned to face her. “I met the man that gave me butterflies and that caused my heart to beat, not for me, but for him. I laid eyes on him when I was fourteen years old and I just knew. I knew he was the man that I was meant to be with. That night had happened because a lie was told to him, and he believed the other woman over me. I had run out of the clubhouse, crushed, and I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings.”
“So, you really should be telling that guy thank you because had that not happened you wouldn’t have me.” Six-year-olds and their logic.
“When did you get so smart?”
“Mommy, that’s because I have you flowing through my veins.”
“Cam, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, peanut?”
“Mom talked to me about things.” She was biting her bottom lip. The same thing her mother did when she was nervous or scared. “Things?” I asked.
“Yeah, about how I came to be."
“And how do you feel about that?”
“I’m not going to lie and say that it hurts. I think it hurts mom more than me. Sure, I would’ve liked to be made out of love, but mom has told me countless times that I was the reason she faced each new day with a smile on her face and why she didn’t let that not saying the word that mom
said, to beat her.”
“Your mom is a strong woman peanut, and you're going to grow up and be just as strong. I can tell these things.” I chuckled softly.
But there was something that was still weighing on her mind, how did I know that? I just knew it, “What else is there peanut?”
“I... I never wanted to ask mom what he looked like or who he was, I didn’t want to cause her any more pain.”
“Peanut, not going to tell you how I know what he looks like, I’ll not mention the motherfuckers name. He doesn’t deserve it. But let's just say that I don’t see any of him in you. What I see in you is all your momma and the man above gave you my genes. Simple as that.”
After that was done, she shocked me with what she said next, “Dad, the man that raped mom, do you think that he will get what’s coming to him?” She almost asked it so quietly that I wasn’t sure if I heard her correctly.
“I know the man is burning in hell, peanut,” I told her as I looked at her.
Laci looked up at me then, her eyes widened. She knew. She knew what I had done. Then she hurled her body into me, threw her arms around my neck, and cried.
Michelle came out of the kitchen at a run when she heard Laci crying, “What’s wrong?”
I looked at her and mouthed, “She learned I killed that motherfucker.”