Daddy Mac
"Um….Im…..Im ….what?" Bri ask shaking her head at the Doctor. "I can't be….No" she was in tears now looking at the Doctor. "We have done multiple test, they all come back positive" the Doctor answers looking at her with a bit of concern in her eyes.
She left the doctor's office, the whole drive home in tears, knowing that this is not a good thing, she couldn't do this there was no way. She was scared, she was pissed, every emotion she could have was creeping into her mind …"SON Of A BITCH" ….she screamed when the realization of who the dad was hit.
She had moved out to the Canyons to get away from her parents, she was alone here no family, no real good friends and the guy she had been sleeping with on occasion was the town psycho. But he was the only one she had been sleeping with, it was his ….which scared her even more he was bad… real bad.
She had decided that she was going to tell him …..no matter what happened she needed to tell him.
She seen his truck, in the parking lot of the Luna Mesa, as she got out of her car she could feel butterflies in her stomach, but she had to tell him. She could see him sitting at the bar, when she walked in.
"Mac, I need to talk you" she said as he walks up bedside him.
"I'm fuckin busy" he growls showing her the bottle in his hand.
"Fuck, come on I need to talk to you" she said looking at him.
"Fuck, bitch…you can wait for this cock calm the fuck down" he says his hand going for her ass.
"Fuck, you and your cock" she spits slapping his hand away.
He slams the bottle on the bar, spilling whiskey all over the bar, as he jumps off of his bar stool, grabbing her by the arms pulling him to her.
"What the fuck do you want whore" he growls between meth rotted teeth.
"To talk to you outside" she said not backing down from him.
He pulls her outside the bar by her arm, cussing and slamming the whole way. As they get out he lets go of her arm, lighting a cigarette.
"What the fuck" he ask his face so close to him she can smell the alcohol, and cigarette on his breath.
"Oh fuck….ok ….well um' she mumbled not knowing exactly how she was going to tell him.
"Spit it the fuck out, bitch" he says as he leans back on his truck blowing smoke towards her.
"Fuck…..Ok…Fuck it I'm pregnant" she says looking towards him.
"What the fuck that got to do with me" he snarls baring his teeth.
"Because it's yours" she snaps at him instantly pissed at his reaction.
"Fuck it is" he barks showing his disgust on his face.
"Son of bitch …..it is yours, you're the only guy I have been fucking" She yells.
"Get the fuck out it here with that shit" he hollers at her as he pushes past her going back towards the bar.
It went about as good as she thought it would, it could have went a lot worse, based on is reputation. She leaves the bar, and drives back to her house, knowing that she is once again alone in this situation, but she really wasn't expecting anything less from him.
A month later
It had been a month since she told Mac she was pregnant, she had not seen him or heard from him since then. Which didn't surprise her, she was not expecting him to do anything, for her. She knew that he didn't believe that it was his, but that was fine with her she didn't want him, in the babies life anyways with all the stories she had heard about him, she didn't want her kid growing up with that.
She had a doctor's appointment that she had to get too, she had showered, puked, dressed, puked some more this morning sickness for her lasted all day. As she walked out onto her porch she notices something on the bannister of her porch. As she walked closer she realized it was an envelope, as she opened it, she was surprised to see a stack of money in it.
"What the fuck" she mumbles, just to herself.
She didn't have time for this she was already late for her appointment, she throws the envelope, onto the passenger's seat. As she drives to the doctor office, it hit her the money must have been from Mac his crazy ass way of helping. Which brought a smile to her face.
Every month there was another envelope of money left on the porch, she had gathered them all up, she was going to have to talk to him about this she had decided that she was going to give him the money back. She didn't want him involved, she was going to go back home.
She had went to her checkup had an ultrasound, found out it was going to be a boy …another reason she was leaving, she didn't want her son to grow up like him. She gathered the money up and pocketed an ultrasound picture as she walked out the door.
She pulled into his driveway, the dog going crazy, barking, snarling, snapping as she walked up to the porch. The dog must have got his attention because he came out of the house.
"You got fat" he says his pupils blown from his drug of choice.
"That's what happens when you get pregnant" she answers not in the mood to deal with his shit.
"What the fuck you doing here" he ask crossing his arms over his bare chest.
"Come to give you this …..don't need it" she answers handing him the envelopes of money.
He snatches the money out of her hands throwing it on the table inside the house.
"Fuck, you can get the fuck out now" he growls. She could tell he was mad that, she didn't accept his help.
He slammed back into the house, she took the ultrasound picture out of her pocket and slipped it under his door. As she walked off the porch, she heard the door open, as he screamed for the dog to shut the fuck up.
That night she set out packing her stuff to get ready to move, she was ready to get out of here. As she was throwing stuff in a box she heard the sound of Mac's loud ass truck rumbling up the driveway.
She shook her head as she, waddled to the door, as he stomped up to the porch.
"What are you doing here" she ask as he pushed past her into her house.
"What the fuck you doing" he snapped turning towards her.
"I'm packing, I'm leaving" she answered him shutting her door.
"What the fuck is this" he barked the ultrasound in his hand.
"It's called an ultrasound picture….it says it's a boy" she answered walking back to putting stuff in boxes.
He stands looking at the picture for a second before he turns towards her ripping a shirt out of her hand "If this is my kid you aint going no fucking where" he grumbles.
"Yes, I am" she utters
"Fuck you are, my kid is staying here" he snarls. Grabbing her arm, before realizing what he did he turns her lose with the look of concern on his face.
"You don't want nothing to do with me or this kid" she screams tears in her eyes feeling stupid that her emotions were showing.
"Stop fucking crying…. I tried to help your ass….you brought the shit back" he shouts.
She can't stop crying as she sits down on the couch, wiping tears from her face.
"What the fuck is wrong why the fuck you crying" he demands
"That's just what pregnant woman do dammit…the fucking screaming aint helping" she cries.
"Fuck ok" he says his voice lower "Stop fucking crying".
"Unpack you shit …..you're not fucking going anywhere" he said as he storms out of the house.
She sits, trying to stop crying and trying to wrap her head around what just happened, was he actually serious, as he actually interested in this child. She was confused, she didn't want to deal with it alone but she never thought that he would actually want to be involved, she had to think about this. She decides just to go to bed sleep on it, decide in the morning what she was going to do.
The next morning
She wakes, to morning sickness, again still confused about what happen the night before, but at least she knew she may not be alone in all this. She walks out of the bathroom, looking around seeing all the boxes around some packed some not, she still hadn't figured out what she was going to do. She notices that he had brought the money back with him leaving it on a table in the living room. That little jester still makes her smile, because she knows that his way of helping, or what he thinks will help. Seeing that he was trying in his own special way she decided that maybe she would stay see how this played out.
She decided that since he was not going to take the money she was going to use it to get stuff for the baby's room. She picks up one of the envelopes and heads to the car, she had to drive to the next town to find a store that actually sold baby stuff. As she walked into the store she was a bit overwhelmed by all the stuff …..she knew the basic stuff she needed bottles, a bed, diapers stuff like that but she had no clue on everything she would need. She was looking at some kind of table, she knew it wasn't a bed but it looked like something she may need, as one of the ladies that worked at the store came over to her.
"Congratulations, what are you having?"
"Um a boy."
"You look nervous hon."
"Very…..I have no Idea what I'm doing."
"Oh that's nothing, all new moms have that feeling.
"So what all do you need."
"Everything."
She hands the woman over the envelope of money which of course got a look but the woman took the money and started with the basics.
By the time she left the store she had so much stuff packed in her car she couldn't see out the back window. She pulls close to the house so it would be easier to pack in all the stuff she had got, she is getting out of the car when she hears the truck come up the driveway.
She has the backdoor open, as he walks up to the car.
"What's all this shit"
"Stuff for the baby room"
"The fuckin kids goin need all this shit"
"That's what the woman said at the store"
She grabs one of the boxes out of the back seat, packing it to the house, he is behind packing another box. He follows her into the extra room, putting the box down beside the one she brought in.
"I don't need your help I can do this"
"Shut the fuck up"
He goes back out to the car and brings in a few more boxes, they empty the car without speaking another word to each other, when the boxes are all in the house, he gets in his truck and leaves not saying a word to her.
She's not sure if it's her hormones or what but she is so confused about what is going on, was he just there checking on her or seeing if she had left. She goes to the bedroom and starts to open the boxes, unpacking them putting, some of the stuff together that she could.
She gets up the next morning, going into the kitchen she decided that she may need some food in the house. She heads out the door, getting some of the money out of one of the envelopes. After she gets done packing her groceries in, she warms up a frozen pizza and eats. After she gets done eating she heads to the baby room to finishing unpacking the stuff and putting the rest of the things together. She walks into the room and can't believe her eyes….everything was unpacked, the bed was up everything was put together. She's not sure if she should be worried that he broke into her house or touched that he cared enough to come over and put the stuff together. But for now she went with the latter.
She heads to the living room with a smile on her face as she starts to unpack the boxes. She may be making a huge mistake here but she knew that even if she left to go back home she would be raising the kid on her own. She decided that maybe he isn't as bad as she hears.