What's Rightfully Mine Chapter 4: My Manager's a Smooth Criminal, a molly moon series fanfic

I'm having a sale, two fics with the ambition of six Career tributes in The Hunger Games! Here we go again!

Mommy bites her lip when I finish Adele's Set Fire to the Rain. She knows what I saw; now she knows how I feel. Rixy puts his hand on the small of my mother's back in a somewhat possessive way. "Davina, you have to understand that, what you're mother and I have is true love." Again with the cheesy grin, "Like in those fairy tales, what's the one I'm thinking about…" he pauses and I pounce on it, "Beauty and the Beast?" I offer, my mother, wanting so badly to join in says "Yes!" she quickly says, I know it was a mistake but Rixy's smile drops as he turns to Mommy and slaps her straight across her cheek. Just witnessing that knocks the wind out of me. Seeing Mommy cup her cheek and calmly refrain from saying another word.

"You see," Rixy leans against "Annie here," he gestures to my mother "is lonely without your father, she needs to be… fulfilled. Your mother is," he shrugs "pretty."

I'm so confused, I hate them both, and my mother is cheating on my father with a man that doesn't treat her well. And worse, that man is my manager. If I fire him I risk that my mother is happy and I'd be taking him away from her, but does she deserve him, why am I protecting the thing that I hate my mother for?

"Mommy," I say in my confusion, "Can you let Rixy and I talk privately?"

She nods and leaves the room.

There may be talking, there may be screaming, there may be hitting, but there will definitely be singing.

O.O.O

When the door clicks and my mother is out of earshot I turn to Rixy and snap at him, "If you ever lay a hand on my mother in ANY way EVER again let me tell yo-"

I start, but Rixy puts out a manicured finger "Listen here missy, for now I'm your manager, so that makes me in charge of you, secondly, I'm at very high probability of becoming your new daddy so if you think you have ANY authority over me I might just teach you a lesson or two. You think you're SO powerful with your songs, let me tell you that I know a thing or two about singing myself."

"Yeah, but YOU work for ME. That means that I can fire you whenever I want." Rixy pouts, "Aw, but you wouldn't do that to your dear sweet mother would you."

I growl at him, "Don't start with me." He warns, "Oh," I say pressing a button on the boom box, "but I think I will."

I decide to take the lead:

Me:
Uh, as he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo, uh!
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet, uh!
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, It was her doom
Annie are you OK?