Interview with a small town local food paper gone bad. Interview includes Rory and Rome with an intruding Mando
Rhonda the Interviewer: Hi, everyone. We have Aurora Tate here with us today. I know we are supposed to be talking about her branch of The Diner and how she is adjusting to running it in Atlanta, but we all know that’s not what we want to talk about. (Interviewer turns to Rory) Thank you for being here with us today, Aurora.
Rory: Aw, thanks for having me. And please, just Rory.
Rhonda the Interviewer: I am sure everyone is curious about the kids as well.
Rory: They are great! Denver and Rio are straight-A students, loving their school. Saige continues to adjust to everything wonderfully. She’s getting so big and sees her dad and brothers regularly. Then there’s Thax. DO NOT get me started on him and his NEW girlfriend. He is such a Casanova. I guess he learned from the best. (Rory cuts her eyes at Rome)And baby RJ is doing great. He looks and acts just like his daddy. Perfect!
Rhonda the Interviewer: Ok, so we can be legit. I need to ask how is The Diner’s new branch is working out?
Rory: Also great. We have done extremely well. Apparently, southern style food with a 50’s twist works, and we have brought open mic night with us. Everyone seems to enjoy it!
Rhonda the Interviewer: Good to hear. I need to make my way down and try out that famous float. Ok, now we’ve asked, so let’s move on. The real reason you are here is because (exaggerated pause) everyone is dying to know about the first time you and Rome had sex.
Rory: Made love.
Rhonda the Interviewer : Excuse me?
Rory: You said sex. We don’t have sex; we make love. It’s always been love with us.
Rhonda the Interviewer: Right, I’m sorry. I should also let everyone know Rome is here as well. He’d just rather leave the talking to Rory. Rome, can you at least say hi to everyone?
Rome: (Clears throat) Hello, everyone.
Blog Interviewer: I feel it’s only right I tell you all that Rome is beautiful. I mean, seriously, I keep wiping the drool from my chin looking at him across this table. His hair has grown out a bit, and all I can think about is running my hands…. (Rory clears her throat)
Rory: Watch it, lady. I’m right here.
Rhonda the Interviewer: Right, sorry, Rory. (Both Rome and Rory laugh)
Rory: It’s ok. I get it.
Rhonda the Interviewer: You guys should see these two. The love is wafting off of them. It’s amazing. I can feel it filling the room, making it hard to breath. Ok, so, Rory, can you tell us about the first time Rome finally touched you?
Rory: You want to know about our first time making love. Well, I had to beg Rome to let me talk about this topic, and after much thought, he has agreed to let me tell you. First off, thank you for reading our story and being invested enough to want to know the more intimate details. As you all know, Rome is a very private person, so I am kind of surprised he agreed to this. (Rory smiles in Rome’s direction) I hope you’re not disappointed because this isn’t a smut-filled story. Every touch, every caress, his hands set my soul on fire; they take my breath away. We do, at times, get rough, and yes, I have been known to claw my way up the walls, but it’s always fueled from passion. With that said, let’s see if I can do our story justice. (Loud noises, door jerks open, and in steps Mando, grinning with mischief in her eyes)
Mando: (Takes a seat) What is up, Biotchz! (Looks over at Rory and winks) Seems there is an interview going on that I knew nothing about, so I am high jacking this shiz! Move over!
Rome: Uh! This is bad…very bad.
Rory: What in the world are you wearing?
Mando: Does it matter, hooker? At least I wore clothes today.
(Rory rolls her eyes while Rome sits there with red cheeks)
Mando: Shh!! Romeo, no one asked you, Mr. Sex-on-a-mother-freaking-fat-ass-stick. Anyways, I think I need to tell this story since it’s apparently about the one subject I am an expert on. And besides, if Rory tells you all about her sex life, it will be all fluffy pink pillows, chocolates, and sweet shit. I KNOW THE TRUTH!! (Mando throws her hands up in praise) Lord, have mercy on our skanky little souls, do I ever know the truth. See, one night a few years back, Rory had one too many of my gran’s margaritas and spilled her guts. She told me the nasty truth.
Rory: Amandolette, stop! Please!
Mando: I can’t do that. They should know the truth, and we all know you tend to omit the best parts, you dirty little homemaker. Whoever said you can’t make a hoe a housewife was right, but what they didn’t tell you is you can make a housewife act like a hoe! This one here, (Mando kicks her thumb in Rory’s direction) she’s a freak. Like a trashy, street corner, do-it-for-a-dollar, hooker type freak.
Rory: Oh my God! (Rory smacks at Mando but misses because she’s laughing so hard)
Mando: Close your mouth, Rory; you’ll catch a fly. Anyways, where was I…oh yes, margaritas… So she got loose-lipped that night and told me all about her hardcore-porn-award-winning sex with General Cocked and Loaded. She had always been so quiet about their love life I seriously figured Rome was packing a mini soldier. Apparently, I was wrong! These two are quiet, reserved, and content, but they are wild, kinky, smutty, little fuckers! Dude, I am serious, yo. Like…
Rory: Either tell the story or go away so I can. We are on a time limit.
Rhonda the Interviewer: (eye’s ping ponging back and forth with their banter)
Mando: Oh! Right. Anyways, so the first night they ever messed around was at their home, which they shared for a long time before this. Thax had the boys camping out or something in the back yard—you know, doing boy stuff—and Saige was asleep in her room. Rome was, in fact, all sweet and gentle. He made sure everything was perfect for Rory. He knew she had a hard time the first go with Toby, and he knew it would be touch and go for them. It had to be done right. You know, all that lovey-dovey, white picket fence shit. But he loves Rory so much and would do anything to make it right. He lit the candles and had the slow jams goin’ in the bedroom. Sadly, it didn’t end well. Apparently, Rome had been lusting like a little horn dog for so long he barely touched Rory before he was blowing his lid. She never even told me if he ever got it in. (Mando turns to look questioningly at Rory; Rory just shakes her head in embarrassment) Yep, a total of about four minutes if I am correct. Oh, don’t freak out; you know guys do this ALL.THE.TIME. But it was ok. Rory was so nervous it helped ease her mind. He then gave her a full body rub down and sweet talked her and all that shit for a while. By the time he was ready to go again, she was dripping wet. From what she said, he could have swum off in her panties because she was wetter than the freaking ocean. AWW SKEET SKEET!!! I should state now, even though I joked around ALOT, I know for a fact Rome is HUGE. At Prom he—mistakenly—rubbed up on me once, and it was like having a steel rod shoved onto my ass cheek. Shit, a girl can dream, right? I just always get off on picking on Rory. She blushes super easy. Apparently, Rome does too because he knows where the story goes next. That’s why he has his head buried in his hands now. (A burst of laughter explodes from Mando and Rory follows suit) He is worried I will tell you about him having Rory tied up like a roped prize calf. How he bent her over and power-drilled that pretty little white ass. Oh, and I plan to! So, are you ready for the good story... Well?
Rhonda the Interviewer: Oh, yes, please. Sorry. I was uh… I uh…
Mando: You WERE just staring at Rome Tate! Hell, I don’t blame you. Even a lesbian goddess would stare at that machine. My God, those lips…yum! It’s ok; we all do it. (Mando waggles her eyebrows)
Rhonda the Interviewer: (Gulp) I feel as though we should be worried.
Mando: Ok, so after the first four minutes of sweet loving followed an hour or so of body caressing and worshipping, the shit finally went down. This is Rory’s story from her tipsy state of mind. Remember, she is my best friend, so at some point I rubbed off on the crazy cooter, mother of fantasy fucking that I am.
“I know you love me. I can feel it in your touch; I can see it in your eyes. Rome, show me what I’ve been missing. Show me what the fuss is about. I’ve guarded myself for so long. Break my walls and break me in the process.”
And that was all it took. Rome covered my body, placing his weight on top of me, and with one last look of love, he pushed inside me hard. The love in his eyes was then replaced by lust and desire. His hands tangled in my hair on each side of my head, and he pulled my head hard towards the back of the bed. Bending down, he devoured my mouth with his as he ground his cock inside me thrust after thrust. His hand slid down the length of my body, only stopping for a moment to rub over my puckered nipple, before traveling down my side. When he reached my thigh, he hitched my knee over his shoulder, kneading and caressing my skin. The other leg was up and over his shoulder just as fast. He grabbed ahold of my thighs and started pushing inside of me like a bullet shooting out of a semiautomatic. His grunts and the sweat collecting over his body powered me on. I was digging at the sheets and groaning, my body begging for more as I watched his tight, glistening abs contract with every push. He was lost to me, yet right there with me. All of a sudden, he slapped my ass and said, “Flip over, Princess.” Before I had a chance to catch my breath, he had my arms bent back, and I was gripping my ankles in my hands, my back arched up like a bow, his cock the arrow. He never missed his mark. With every drive he dug into me, he was digging a channel to my soul. With every push, every groan, and every squeeze, he was burying himself further into my heart. He used all his pinned up need, his love, his pain, and his desire on me that night. There wasn’t anything sweet about it, but it was perfect. Rome broke me down and built me back up. He all but fucked my brains out, and it was fucking nasty. Perfect!
“Princess, you are everything in this world to me. There will never be another woman in this world that matters to me more than you. Anything your heart desires, I will give it to you,” he groaned into my ear from behind while pounding me to death.
“Ju...Just you… Harder.” That’s all I wanted, and as promised, he gave it to me. I got my fuck me, suck me all night long. I got that pounding the headboard, knees giving out, face smashed into the sheets sexual healing that I needed. Rome ruined me for any other man ever. I will never need or want anything but him.”
Yep! That biotch told me he tied her up and spanked that white, pasty ass like a naughty little sex toy. He does anything she wants. She tops his ass from the bottom! Or maybe I should say bottom up, HA! Rory is a kinky little freak in the sheets, so don’t let her sweet little southern belle act fool you. GIRL’S A FREAK Y’ALL!
And dare I tell you, she has another secret? After all these years she got…a…tattoo! Her tramp stamp says, “Rome’s Meat Garage,” and it has an arrow pointing DOWN!!! HOE BAG, RIGHT??? HA! Ok, I’m done. The end. Story over!
(Everyone is now just staring back and forth, blank faced)
Rhonda the Interviewer: So…yeah…that…just…happened. Thank you, Mando? Thank you, Rome and Rory, for being here with us today and well…THAT! OH MY GOD!!!
(Rory and Rome stand up wearing bright red smiling faces. They give a slight wave and walk out. I hear a distant, “Yeah,” and then as Rory passes…)
Rhonda the Interviewer: (whispers) May I see the tramp stamp, I mean tattoo?
( Rory smiles and turns. She slips her hand in the band of her pants, slides them down a bit, and pulls the back of her shirt up. Just as the tattoo comes into view, Mando runs up and starts dry humping her)
Mando: Yeah! Who’s your momma? Oh yeah! Give it to me baby!!! You freaky little sexy Diner running, Princess!!! Give me that cooter cat!!
(Rome hugs Rory and Mando under his arms, and they all leave the room laughing, shutting the door behind them)
Rhonda the Interviewer: Well, I guess they are done. Interesting story, don’t you think? That Mando is a handful…
(Door swings open again)
Mando: THA…THA… THAT’S ALL FOLKS! … Or is it???
(Bursts of laughter. Then, the lights flicker off, leaving Rhonda in the dark)
Bonus Scene from Rome Tate's POV
I sit in the same booth in The Diner that I always occupy, eating my burger while I watch Rory work. She works so hard, gliding from table to table, taking orders and delivering food. Not to mention all of the other stuff she does around this place. I know it has to be hard on her, especially as her baby bulge gets bigger and bigger, but she never complains. She does it because she has to, because she’s determined not to fail her family. She is the strongest, most loyal woman I know. Beautiful both inside and out.
As I sit and munch on my fries, I find myself daydreaming about Rory being mine. She has to know how much I love her. How could she not? I would do anything for her, and I’d give anything for it to be my child causing her belly to swell. I want nothing more than to hold her in my arms every night and make love to her properly. On the nights she does sleep in my bed, the nights she needs to be held after a rough day, I lie awake with my hand on her stomach, eager to feel the baby move. I let myself get lost in a fantasy world where that baby girl was made from an undying love shared by Rory and me. A baby conceived out of love rather than lust and rape. I don’t care what Rory says, Toby raped her. That pansy-ass prick took something from her that she can never get back then left her to deal with the resulting mess. He never deserved her, and he certainly doesn’t deserve that precious life he helped create. After Rory told me the truth about the night Saige was conceived, I wanted to kill that fucker. She made me promise not to go seeking revenge, and I’ve kept that promise…begrudgingly. I want him to hurt the way she hurt. The way she is still hurting. Though she doesn’t talk about it, I know she still yearns for him…still loves him. I can see it in her eyes when his name gets brought up and when she’s lost in thought about him. I wish she could see how warped his love was. That it wasn’t real. If only she would let me love her the right way, the way she deserves to be loved! I would show her what true love feels like. I’d never take anything from her the way he has; I would give her everything I have to give. I’d be here to take care of her and our child. I will take care of her and this child. They may not be mine, but I will give them the love and protection they deserve. I’m in this forever. I have been since the day I saved Rory from that rapist trucker. She brought a light to my dark life that I never knew I was missing, and now that I’ve found it, there’s no going back. I’ll take her any way I can get her and love her in whatever way she lets me as long as I can keep her close. As long as she never tries to leave me.
I shake off my daydreams and stand to go. I need to get back to work and occupy my mind in other ways. I throw down some money, plaster on a smile, and head over to say goodbye to Rory. I try to hide my inner turmoil from her because she hurts enough already and it would kill her tender heart to think she was hurting me. I walk up and kiss the top of her head.
“Bye, Princess. Have a good rest of the day and try to take it easy. I’ll see you at home.”
She looks up at me and smiles. “Ok, I will. See you at home.”
With that I turn and walk out the door, thinking how no place will ever be home for me without her. She is my home.
Toby West POV - Rome's Open Mic Night!
Shaking my head, I shove the door to the diner open. I used to love hanging out here, but now it just reminds me of Rory and everything she is. Old school and my past. I look around, making sure she isn’t here, not really hearing anything except jukebox music. I don’t see her, so I take a seat and wait for my waitress. No need to look over a menu; I know what I want, same as always. Mrs. Riaz has the best food ever. I wanted to check out the open mic thing since it’s new and everyone except my parents has been raving about it. The waitress comes and goes, and the food is delivered. I am almost done eating, idly internet surfing on my phone, when the music starts. The guitar’s hum is like nirvana; it soothes my soul. The voice kicks in, and it matches the strings. Perfect unison, pitch, and man, I can feel his love through the music. This song is about someone who loves another person deeply. It’s about not being able to live his life without whomever the song is written for. It’s beautiful.
I throw down enough cash to pay and tip the waitress and make my way around the corner to the makeshift stage, my eyes landing on the guy behind the guitar. Anger consumes me on the spot. I hate the song just that fast. Rome Tate is a bitch in my book. Who gives a fuck if he can play the guitar and sing like a rockstar? He’s still a loser.
I watch as his eyes find something that holds him hostage, and I follow his line of site. She must have been in the back because, to my right, Rory stands with a stack of clean cups. She doesn’t even see me. She is locked in Rome’s gaze and smiling. It’s the same smile she once reserved for me. In that moment, every idea of love I ever thought I had for her is gone. Poof. Non-existent. Though I never loved her for the right reasons, I cared. Hell, I still care. She was a good girl, and now she’s a good woman. I just needed an excuse to leave, to let her go. She gave me the out, and I sometimes wonder if she did it on purpose. She always worried we wouldn’t make it or that she would hold me back. Maybe that’s why she did it. Or maybe she really is just a park whore. It doesn’t matter anymore, I guess.
The song, it has to be for her. I catch myself wondering how old their kid is. My family and friends have told me over and over that Rory and Rome are not an item; they are nothing but friends. How could they say that if they see this undeniable love between them every day? It’s obvious he worships the ground she walks on. Suddenly, Princess seems fitting. I had laughed when Rome started calling her that so long ago, but now I get it. I slide through the small crowd and head for the door, trying to remain unseen. As the door is shutting behind me, I hear the music stop. Rome says something softly, and I think I hear him call someone Saige. That can’t be right. It’s just nostalgia from being back in this place, being close to her. I shake my head again and leave feeling weighed-down. Getting out of this town was the best thing I ever did.
*Now the Words of the song Rome sang that night*
From the moment I saw you, you took the heart from my chest.
From the first time I saw you, I knew I would love you so differently than all the rest.
You’re so amazing to me, sweet baby, can’t you see
You’re a…mazing to…. me.
I don’t think I will ever love anyone the way I love you
From the things you say to the things you do.
Sweet Girl, I love you.
You saved me when my heart was lost.
You saved me never understanding the cost.
You’re so amazing to me, sweet baby, can’t you see
You’re a…mazing to… me.
From the moment you looked at me, you captured my soul
More than anyone could ever know.
You’re smile is the one I come home to, even on a bad day
Yours is the one that can break through, and make it all fade away
You’re so amazing to me, sweet baby, can’t you see
You’re a…mazing to… me.
I had a big ole heart full of love, and I never thought I’d give it away
Until that special day…
I knew it was you
Every minute, every hour of every day
It will always be you
You’re so amazing to me, sweet baby can’t you see
You’re a…mazing to… me.
From the hair atop your head, to the classics on your feet
My love for you will never skip a beat
The world never stops turning
Our love never stops learning
But I love this ride with you so close to my side.
I love this small town American life
You’re so amazing to me, sweet baby can’t you see
You’re a…mazing to…. me……
I love you sweet little Saige.
Ever wonder about the phone call Mando and Rory had about Clay's man meat?
Mando: Ohmigah! I’ve just gotta tell you about Clay! We…
Rory: NO! Mando, it’s none of my business. I don’t want to hear…
Mando: PLEASEEEE, RORY! Just a little bit of it? I promise I won’t tell you the bad stuff.
Rory: (huff and puff) Fine! But no depth, and I don’t want to hear anything that has to do with penetration.
Mando: (burst of laughter) Did you seriously just say ‘depth’ and ‘penetration’ in the same sentence? And about my fuck life? Here’s an idea: How about you stop being a crybaby hooker virgin about details and let me tell you my story, damn it?!
Rory: Tell me. And do not call me a hooker virgin again. It sounds stupid… How about you catch some vocabulary? Or do big words choke you?
Mando: Nah, but Clay’s man meat…now that shit will choke a bitch!! Dear all things filthy, it came barreling out at me like a Roman solider ready to defend his tribe, family, or what-the-hell-ever they defend. Anyways, I was all up in my bitch-ass daddy’s office, and Clay was being all sissified and shit, so I just slammed him back against Daddy’s desk and ripped his pants down. WHO THE HELL KNEW HE WENT COMMANDO?! So when I ripped them down, out flew Captain Meat Monster. It almost put my damn eye out! I jumped back, all screaming and throwing my arms like a crazy trailer park bitch in a tornado. Scared me to death. It’s fucking huge! Like porn star huge. And by the way, fire crotch, you keep making fun of my vocabulary and you’re gonna catch a fist to the nose. Don’t make fun. That’s just mean. Anyways…back to my narrative. Is that word big enough for you?
Rory: (giggles but says nothing)
Mando: Whatev’s, so I did what any good girl would do: I pulled on my superslut panties and went all save-a-hoe on his ass. I rode that shit like Luke Perry in 8 Seconds. My shit was bouncing everywhere; dad’s paperwork was flying all over the place; and Clay was begging for more. (long pause) Rory? You there… Hello? Bitch, say something! I’m all up on this damn phone telling you my porntastic fuck life story, and you sitting over there in your Little House on the Prairie dwelling acting like I just read you an excerpt from Little Women or some shit. By the way, if you missed it, I said ‘dwelling,’ bitch. Another big girl word. Now talk to me, titface.
Rory: (bursts into a fit of laughter) Mando, you are crazy. Oh my God!!! I can’t even (gasps for air) breathe. Where do you come up with this stuff?
Mando: WHAT? Come up with what? Hey, are you crying?
Rory: You are killing me! Yes, I am crying from laughing, you idiot. And duh…where do you come up with all this crazy mess?
Mando: Psht…bitch, please. I don’t come up with shit; it happens. You already know. Shit is real just like his cock, which I am claiming as mine. If he shows up at your house before I talk to him, let him know he better keep the D to himself unless I say otherwise. It’s mine now. Property of Mando. All nine raunchy-ass, orgasmic inches!!
Rory/Thax/Carol showdown over Rory’s pregnancy
I finally bit the bullet and told Carol I’m pregnant this morning before work. I had wanted it to be a more civilized conversation, but, of course, Carol and civilized don’t even fit in the same sentence. I was walking out of the bathroom in a tank and boy shorts, about to get ready for work, when Carol came stumbling down the hall, slamming me into the wall hard. She’s been MIA for almost a week now, I think. I quit counting the days a long time ago. My hand fell protectively to the baby bulge that is just starting show.
“Watch where you’re going, would ya? You could hurt someone,” I said, not even trying to disguise my irritation. She turned and looked me up and down with a nasty expression on her face as she braced herself against the same wall she had just knocked me into.
“You don’t look hurt to me, so why you whining? You do seem to be gettin’ kinda fat, though. Ain’t no man gonna take your freeloading ass off my hands if you let yourself go. Maybe you need to do some sit-ups or somethin’.” Freeloading! Really?!
“The only freeloader around here is you! I’m the one who gets up and takes my ass to work every day to make sure we have food and electricity! And for your information, I’m not getting fat; I’m pregnant!” She gave me a humorless laugh.
“Well ain’t that peachy? Just another mouth for me to feed. I’m not giving up my life to take care of your kid because you’re a slut. That sure as shit ain’t happening.” Is she serious? Didn’t I just point out who feeds us?
I couldn’t deal with that ridiculous conversation anymore. I needed to get ready for work, and she was unreasonable in her drunken stupor. I walked in my room, got dressed, and headed out.
Now that I’m on my way home, I wonder if she’ll even remember the conversation. Hell, she probably won’t even be there. There was a part of me that had hoped she’d be happy about being a grandmother. Or at least give me some comforting, reassuring words like a mother should. But I should’ve known better. Carol has never been a mother to be or Thaxton. I place hand over my belly bump and make another silent promise to my unborn baby that I will never be like Carol. I will never forsake my children the way she has.
As I walk up the rickety steps of our trailer, I hear a commotion inside. Carol is yelling at someone and knocking things around. Oh no! Thax! I throw the door open and assess the situation. Thax’s face looks stricken, like she’s upset him, but he doesn’t appear to be hurt.
“What the hell is going on in here?” I ask loudly, effectively getting their attention.
“Where there’s the little whore now. What did you do with my purse, you little cunt? You better not have taken my shit. I already told you I wasn’t supporting you and that bastard baby you’re carrying in there. You ain’t getting no money, no food stamps, no nothing. I gotta take care of me.” She turns to Thax. “You need to learn something from your trashy sister, Thaxton. You can’t just go around fucking people without condoms. If they’re passing the pussy around like a blunt, stay away from it ‘cuz I ain’t raising no kids for you either. I swear you two are about the most worthless bunch of kids…” I cut her off there. I’m not going to let her keep talking like that in front of Thax. He has tears forming in his eyes that I can tell he’s trying to hold back. He’s only thirteen years old; he shouldn’t have to deal with this kind of stuff.
“You shut your mouth talking like that around him! You have never taken care of either of us. I’m the one who feeds us and takes care of us. Just like I’ll take care of this baby. I don’t need your food stamps or anything else from you. And I will not stand by and let you bad-mouth me in front of him, and you certainly aren’t going to stand there and call him worthless. My hand ain’t what’s preggo, and don’t think I won’t use it to knock you upside your skanky head with that empty beer bottle you left lying on the coffee table. Your purse is on the front porch where you left it when you came in drunk this morning. Go get it and leave to ‘take care of you’ because we don’t need you.” I am livid. She has pushed me to my breaking point. I’m done with her hurting Thax.
“You little bitch,” Carol sneers. “I’m outta here. Let DHS come deal your asses. I’m done!” She turns and stomps out, slamming the door behind her. I turn to Thax and see tears streaming down his face. I go to him and wrap him in my arms.
“I’m so sorry you had to hear all of that, Thax. Don’t listen to anything she says. You know she talks crazy when she’s like that.” He looks up at me, and my heart breaks for him.
“Do you think she’s gone for good, Rory?” he asks.
“I don’t know, Thax.”
“I hope she is. I don’t want to live with her anymore. But what if she’s right? What if DHS comes and tries to put me in a home and take away your baby? I want to live with you. I don’t want anyone to take me away.” He’s sobbing now. I wish I had hit that bitch with the beer bottle.
“Shhh…It’s ok, Thax. No one is gonna take you away. I’m going to keep taking care of you like I always have. I promise.” He gives me a sad smile as he pulls out of my arms, swiping at his cheeks.
“Thanks, Rory. And just so you know, I know that stuff she said about you isn’t true, and I’m happy about you having a baby. I get to be an uncle!” I have to fight my own tears.
“Yes, you do, Uncle Thax.”
Bonus Scene- Rome and Thax discuss Zac’s attack on Rory
Even though I want to hear what Rory has to say about Zac, I can tell Thax is upset, and I need to deal with that first. Besides, I have a feeling his problem has a lot to do with what Rory was about to tell me, and I’d rather hear it from Thax first. That way Rory can’t sugarcoat it like she tends to do.
I walk into Thax’s room, and he is pacing back and forth. He’s really worked up about something.
“What’s up, dude? What’s going on?” I place my hand on his shoulder to stop his pacing. He looks up at me with a red face and angry tears in his eyes.
“You wanna know what’s going on? I want to kick that Zac guy’s ass right now is what’s going on! Do you know what he said to her? What he called her?! He called her a whore. He accused her of sleeping around and then keeping Saige a secret from Toby. When she tried to tell him that Toby doesn’t care, he grabbed hold of her and got in her face. That bastard put his hands on my sister and called her a slut. Then he…I could kill him for what he threatened to do to her.” Thax pauses, breathing heavily. Even though I am seething and want to know exactly what Zac threatened to do to Rory, I stay quiet and give Thax a moment. I don’t want to push him. “I was out of the truck before I could even think about what I was about to do, man. All I knew was that I wanted his hands off of her. Right then. I wanted to kill him. It took everything I had not to jump on him and start pounding away at that filthy mouth of his, but the kids were in the car, and I couldn’t do that in front of them. But I will kill him if he ever puts another hand on her… He threatened to rape her, Rome. Told her that if she wouldn’t give it to him, he’d take it.” Thax has tears streaming down his face again. “My sister is the best person I know. She doesn’t deserve for assholes like him and Toby to treat her the way they have. She’s not trash; she’s an angel, always putting everyone before herself and thinking she can take on the world by herself. But she needs protecting, too. I hate to think if I hadn’t been there…” I interrupt him then.
“Don’t do that. Don’t think about that. You were there, and you protected her. That’s all that matters. And we’ll make sure she isn’t alone until I figure out what to do about that Zac. That fucker’s had it coming for a while, and I’m ready to give it to him. I’m gonna go talk to Rory now and see what she says. Just hang out here and calm down. It’ll be alright.” He plops down on the side of his bed and gives a small nod. I turn to leave, but he stops me when he speaks again.
“Hey, man. Thanks for listening. And thanks for treating her right.”
“No, thank you, Thax. Thanks for protecting her when I wasn’t there to. I’m proud of you, son, and I’m always here to listen whenever you want to talk. And as far as treating Princess right, it’s most definitely my pleasure. I’m just glad she finally decided to give me the chance to love her the way she deserves,” I end with a small smile. He chuckles and then smirks at me.
“Yeah, I bet you are. She kept you waiting long enough.” That makes me chuckle. I’m glad he’s starting to calm down.
“That she did, but she was worth the wait.” I turn again to leave, but stop in the doorway. “Oh, and Thax,…you better not let your sister hear you cussing like that or she’s gonna hand that ass to you.” He gives a full-on laugh at that as I close the door behind me.
As soon as the door shuts, my lightened mood dissipates. Thax isn’t the only one feeling murderous right now. I need to find Rory and talk to her. And she had better not try to make this sound like less of a deal than it is. That’s not going to fly this time. I will NOT let Zac lay another hand on her. He’d better not even breathe in her direction, or he’s a dead man.