The next day
Becky stood in front of the mirror and looked at her face. The purple-green color had turned to a yellow-green. Letting her hair fall around her face like she did the day before, she gave herself another look in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.
"Still hurt?" Bobby asked coming up the stairs.
"Nope." She said passing him on her way down.
"Liar," He said, stopping in the hall. "I don't understand why you can't talk to me."
"What am I suppose to say?"
"How you feel would be a great start." Bobby said walking into his room.
"You don't want to know what I am feeling." She called after him, to try and prove a point, what that point was she had no idea.
"Try me." Bobby said poking his head out of his room. Becky didn't say anything. "Let me guess, you don't want me to see you cry?" He said with a little chuckle.
That had pissed her off, mostly because it was true, but really it was the way he said it that put her over the edge.
"Fuck you." She said as she stood in the hall looking back at the open door to his room. "You have no idea what I am feeling."
"Yes I do." He said stepping out into the hall leaning against the doorframe. "Your scared."
"I am not scared." She said as strongly as possible.
"You're scared of what happened. Your scared of what could happen. You're scared that you are going to be all alone with no one to care for you. Am I right?" He said as he walked to her.
"Your right." She said in a soft whisper. "I am scared."
"Don't be. Nothing's goanna happened to you. I wont let it." He said putting his hand on her shoulder.
"It all ready has." She said turning around and walking downstairs.
After breakfast, the brothers went to the living room to watch the hockey game; Becky stayed and helped Evelyn clean up. In the middle of washing the dishes the telephone rang. Drying off her hands Evelyn picked up the phone.
"Hello… Yes, she's here." Evelyn turned around and handed the phone to Becky, "It's your father." She said before leaving the room. She walked past the living room with a basket of folded laundry and went up stairs.
Ma, who's on the phone?" Angel asked.
"It's for Becky."
"Who would be calling Becky here?" Jack said.
Bobby got off the couch and went to find out.
"Hello," Becky said getting on the phone, "No, I'm not coming home. Evelyn said I can stay with her…because you hit me…No…I said No!"
Bobby grabbed the phone from her.
"You stay the hell away from her, you fuckin bastard…If you ever come near her again, I will beat your ass and leave you for dead." He hung up the phone and turned around to see everyone staring at him.
"Watch your mouth Bobby." Evelyn said walking back in the room, past the three other brothers who were trying to keep their laugher insides.
"You don't do what he did, and get away with it Ma." He said.
"That doesn't mean you have the right to talk to him that way. What's done is done. Lets forget about it." Evelyn said.
Jack, Jerry, and Angel went back in the living room to watch the game; Becky went up to Bobby's bedroom. Bobby headed to the living room but was stopped by his mother.
"You sure told him." She said softly. Bobby laughed and kissed his mother on the top of her head.
"BECKY!" A voice from outside in the street yelled; everyone in the house could hear it.
"What the hell." Jerry said looking out the window. "Bobby get over here and take a look at this." Bobby went over to the window and saw who was out there yelling.
He was the first one out of the house with a wooden bat in his right hand. Angel was right behind him; well Jack and Jerry were holding Evelyn back in the house.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Bobby asked walking over to him.
"Where's Becky?"
"She was dead to you the second you raised your hand to her. Now get the fuck out of here before I kill you."
"Becky is coming with me." Her father said.
"Bobby!" Becky yelled running out of the house and over to him, as he was about to charge her father. Angel was doing his best to hold him back; Becky stepped in front and put her hands on his chest. "Bobby stop it! Forget about him."
"Let's go home Becky." Her father said stepping towards her.
Becky turned to see her father moving towards her, she stepped back against Bobby.
"Leave." Bobby said stepping in front of Becky to block her from her father.
"Not without Becky." He said.
"She's eighteen, and can live where she chooses. She's staying with us." Evelyn spoke up as she stepped out of the house. Walking over to her, Evelyn lead Becky back into the house.
All four boys stood in the street waiting for her father to leave.
"I will be back for her." He said walking away.
