“Tell her how you threatened to break my nose again.” He says loudly through the phone’s speaker.
“No!” I whisper harshly. “She won’t let me have any of her cobbler.”
“Hurry up and push this kid out, I have jobs lining up and everyone is asking for the Black Slaughter.”
“Fucking right they are. Why have shit when you can have the best?” I sing-song.
“How’s Emmett and the throuple?”
“Emmett is his annoying self and now that someone gave him the Chief badge, it’s only gotten worse.” I huff.
“You have to admit though, you never saw this coming for him.”
“I knew he would be great at something, but being a cop was the furthest from my mind.” I admit.
“Emberlise!” Jenna calls out-only Emmett can call her Grandma, “help me get this punch in the bowl.”
“Oh fuck Trent, I gotta go. Grandma here has the baby-making punch ready and I need to bet on who’s getting knocked up next.”
“Alright,” he laughs. “I’ll be up there in a few weeks, hopefully around the time my new niece or nephew is born.”
“Okay, Mano. See you then.”
I hang up the phone and turn to Jenna. “Thank you for bringing the fuck juice. Let’s watch these heathens lose their minds.” I rub my hands together.
She’s having trouble holding her smile in, “Ember watch that mouth. You have a child inside you.”
“What?” I grasp my belly in mock surprise. “I thought this fucker was a beachball.”
“You’re impossible.” She huffs but I hear her chuckle too.
I go to her and pour the punch into a large bowl. Yep, this shit is strong, I can smell the rum three feet away.
“I’ll carry it out.” She says while looking at my stomach. “With that beachball you surely can’t see your own feet.”
“Fucking rude.” I mutter and follow her outside.
I find Vin, Emmett, Adri, and Travis by the barbeque and head over there.
“Grandma!” Emmett stands and yells for Jenna. “You brought my favourite punch.”
“Yes, my boy.” She coos and I mock gag.
“I have my cooking class tomorrow evening,” Adri tells Emmett. “Don’t have a hangover and not be able to try my food.”
“Yes, Honey.” He looks at me, his eyes wide with fear.
Yeah, Adri can take a million classes but her cooking never gets better. At least she’s persistent, I’ll give her that.
“Rodney is going to be late.” Vin says as he flips a burger. “He found a classic Impala we’ve been searching for.”
Oh yeah, we also got Rodney out of jail and when people wouldn’t hire him because he had a criminal record, we gave him a job with Vin.
“That’s cool.” I shrug. I don’t know what the fuck an Impala is.
I look out and watch as our children all run and scream, mostly from Ivy being a little sadistic. It makes me feel justified in everything I did to get to this point. I did it for everyone here right now and some who aren’t.
Through the eyes of my family, I finally found my redemption.
“Guys!” I spread my arms out towards our children, “check out the Whitsborough Progenies.”
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Whitsborough Chronicles
Whitsborough is a town full of scandal and then Ember shows up and brings more of her own. Continue reading to learn more about the interesting people who call this town home.
Through the Pain
I’m different.
There’s a darkness that stirs restless in my soul. It craves blood and violence then feeds off my anger and despair.
I can control it… most of the time.
I can starve it, but I cannot starve myself.
Because it’s not just the darkness that craves these things… I do too.
My mother grounded me and helped calm the storm, now she’s dead and everything’s changed. I lived my life through red hued glasses and anger always simmers just under the surface.
Until him…
Now my dark soul craves his and I won’t let anything come between us, even if I have to kill… with my bare hands.
Into Darkness
It’s coiled so tight.
Wrapped around my very soul, the tendrils of hate burning incessantly as they burrow deeper.
The darkness has claimed me for its own… and I refuse to disappoint it.
The blood of my father has coated my hands along with a few others, but I won’t stop now. This is only the beginning and I have a list of wrongs that I need to make right.
I will so anything to protect the ones I love… even if it means more blood on my hands.
Finding the Light
Unloved from birth.
Born into chaos and raised by hatred... my heart beats only to survive.
The thin line between life and death swings precariously back and forth,
And I close my eyes as I take the next step.
Long lost feelings of belonging and love threaten to resurface... until I'm reminded of the monster that lurks just under the surface.
The suffering beast lies in wait... for the perfect moment to claim what was always his.
To Redemption
If I ever find my way to redemption,
I can only hope the path there was worth it.
I want to believe it'll be worth my weary body and tortured mind.
A place filled with peace and forgiveness.
But if it's not...
I hope I find my way right back to where I am,
Because I may be weary, my mind tortured, and my soul black...
But my heart is full and I am surrounded by those who love me.
This life may be hell,
But you can be damn sure it's a hell of my own making.
