Sorry for the long wait. I wasn't sure how I wanted to start this chapter so it took a bit longer.
The sun was high in the sky by the time the door swung open the sound of the hinges loud in the silence. The silence followed her steps as she walked through the house. Cold blue eyes followed her as she walked right by unaware he was there. Did she think he was still gone? Probably. Other wise the dumb bitch would have been here pretending to play house to keep him under her thumb. How he let himself get in this fucking situation he wasn't sure. He knew exactly what kind of woman Hannah was and knew the moment he met her. A condom breaking all those years ago was the only thing that tied them together now. He didn't regret Brian because he loved his son but this bitch was more trouble than she was worth.
Hannah trotted back by and Mac felt his irritation starting to flare. The subtle shift to her hips, pep in her steps, and smug smile was enough to make him want to slam her face into the wall. The only thing stopping him wasn't the fact that it was his sons mother because frankly she wasn't shit. She was a terrible mom. Sure she had her moments but those few didn't make up for shit that she done. For the anger his own son had. No what was stopping him was knowing that if he laid a hand on her Daryl would lay hands on him. He wasn't up for fighting with his brother. Daryl didn't like Hannah but he wouldn't stand by and watch a man hit her. Merle would approve though because there were more than a few times that he said he wanted to beat the bitch. Mac believed him.
Hannah paused as the snap of his zippo disrupted her humming. Her eyes lifted and landed on him. He watched the color fall from her face. From the looks of it she was close to passing out and part of him would like to see her hit the hardwood like a sack of bricks. He'd already decided that if she did then he'd make no move to catch her because it'd amuse him and she'd get hurt. He didn't lay hands on her and Daryl couldn't blame him if her neck broke.
"Mac?"
The nicotine burned through his lungs as he stared right at her. She shifted and stepped more into the room that smug smile wiped right off her face.
"When did you get back?" She forced a smile and set on the table in front of him. "You and Daryl went hunting."
Mac blew the smoke out not even bothering to turn his head. She coughed slightly and fanned her face scowling at him. He dared her to say something to him. Now she was messing the son of bitch she hated and not the man that bit back shit for the sake of his son. No, he'd give her no bullshit anymore. He wasn't so blind he couldn't see. She was always a good fuck but nothing more to him.
"You know damn well I did." He growled flicking ashes to the floor. "If I stayed here I'm not sure I could have kept from tearing this fucking place apart."
She nodded and chewed her lips. It amused him that she was this nervous. Just yesterday she tried to go toe to toe with him. She cussed him for everything he was worth and told him what a piece of shit father he was. Telling him that Daryl was more of a father to his son than him was enough to have him coming out of his seat. It wasn't that he was jealous of Daryl because he wasn't. Daryl never failed to be there for Brian or his brothers but the way she'd said it and sneered Daryl's name was enough to make him see red.
Her tantrum only got worse from there as she slung shit and broke it. He watched as she wrecked her own things. She had enough sense to not touch his shit and attempt to mess it up. She might have been mad but she was still trying to keep from bringing his temper really out.
Hannah looked away and he grit his teeth. "Let me get Brian and I'll make us breakfast."
Mac inhaled deeply using the smoke to keep him from snarling at her. He really needed to take a breath before he lost it. He wasn't his dad. He wasn't.
"You seen our son this morning?" He eyed her and smiled when she flushed, "You remember him don't you?"
"Yes I know damn well who MY son is." She snarled looking at him.
Her eyes were shining and there was a fear in them that satisfied him. Good, she needed to be fucking scared. Things weren't like they use to be. Truthfully his son didn't need this bitch. If something was to happen to her sure he'd grieve but he was strong. He was a goddamn Dixon and he's survive. He was his father's son.
"Call for him then." Mac challenged at her self assured look.
He flipped the cigarette past her watching the ash explode and die behind her. She flinched and swallowed looking at him. She was trying to get a read on him but she never knew him well enough to do that. He stood up looking down at her.
"Call him down." Mac ordered.
Hannah nodded and shifted sliding off the table. She walked to the foot of the stairs. She called for Brian but nothing came. He knew nothing would. Andrea and Carol neither one would let Brian out of the house this morning with him still sick. Both ordering him back down after dosing him up on medicine again and forcing food down his throat. He's eyes followed his father knowing that a fight was brewing. He didn't look worried though and while he wanted to tear this bitches ass it was going to be worse for her and he knew it. He knew the moment she realized that Brian was pissed she was going to panic. Brian always let her slide with shit but he wasn't a kid anymore and she seemed to forget that.
She shifted, "He must still be asleep."
"Are you fucking kidding me? You don't even know where he is." Mac snarled, "He isn't even here! He hasn't been all fucking night."
She turned and looked at him, "Like you would even know, Mac. You left the first chance you fucking got."
Mac barked out a laugh stalling her out in her tirade. "I might have left but I made damn sure I knew where my son was going to be. I made fucking sure that he was with people I trusted. I made goddamn sure that he wasn't with you."
Her hands hit her hips and he seen anger building in her eyes. "Bullshit. You left out like the bratty son of a bitch you are with no care for anyone but yourself. Brian's just fine. He's likely with Sophia."
"NO, he's with Andrea." Mac sneered, "She was up with him all fucking night taking care of him." He stared her down. He was circling her and she was starting to look sick. She backed away from him. "You wanna know why she was there? Do you even care that another woman took care of our son or are still coming down from being fucked stupid?"
"Fuck you." Hannah snapped, "If something was wrong Brian would have came right to me."
"No." Mac was shaking with anger. "No the fuck he wouldn't. Since when have you been fucking dependable? You disappear from sun up to sun down and from what he said this isn't fucking new."
"I WAS THERE!" She screamed. "YOU WEREN'T!"
Mac stepped into her and she fell back into the wall, "If I'd had my way he'd lived with me from the moment I found out about him but I guess fucking a goddamn judge got you what you wanted."
"GET OUT!" Hannah's chest heaved. "Send my fucking son home to his mother."
Mac smiled at her his eyes cold and threatening. If this bitch so much as upset his son he'd bury her. The world was dangerous and fucked up before but now he'd make damn sure that nothing separated him from his family, from his son. If this bitch wanted a fight she better think twice before really pushing him. "I'm not a fucking messenger. If you want him then walk your ass right up those steps."
He turned and rolled his shoulders. She was moving behind him and he grabbed the door handle the same time a lamp hit the wall by his head. He turned looking at her and she slung her shoe at him.
"I won't put hands on a woman but I'll beat a goddamn bitch." Mac warned.
Getting back to the house was quick. His stride was long and no one attempted to speak to him thank fuck. If someone stopped him right now he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep from blowing up. Who the fuck did that goddamn bitch think she was?
"Mac."
He paused at the voice and turned his head locking eyes. He watched every step and move made. His anger doubled and he turned towards him redirecting his walk. He knew that look. He might not be married to her but when they got here she asked, no she fucking begged, for chance. She told him they were together. It might never had worked out but that didn't mean he was okay with her fucking someone behind his back. He had the common fucking decency to not fuck the first woman to throw herself at him.
"I think it's time we talked."
Mac smiled, "I agree."
The man smiled at him and turned walking. Mac followed him his eyes sweeping around them making sure no one was following them. This man was a complete fool to confront him him with no witnesses. Not that anyone would really be able to stop him if he really wanted to kill him. One well placed shot would take care of that but he wanted this fucker to pay. Because Hannah couldn't help but lay on her back with her legs spread his son didn't have his mom. It was the same fucking shit with Todd and the men before even him.
Mac's anger was reaching levels even he couldn't breathe around. He'd fought tooth and nail in court for his son. Brian even begged to live with him but that goddamn bitch fucked him over. Not just him though and he knew it. He wasn't joking when he'd said she fucked the judge.
The man paused and looked him over completely ignoring the danger in front of him. Mac felt his lip curl and his teeth grind together.
"Me and Hannah ar-"
His words cut off and blood splattered against the pavement and splashed up the bark of the tree. Mac didn't stop though swinging again not giving the man a chance to speak. The snap of bone beneath his fist let him know he'd broken his nose. He crumpled to the ground and Mac sneered spitting at him.
"Get up." Mac snarled shaking his fist and throwing blood off of it.
The man gazed up at him the swelling in his eye pronounced. It wasn't just his nose that got damaged.
"NOW!" Mac ordered.
Phillip Blake pulled himself standing and staggered. The second he was righted on his feet Mac swung again his head snapping back harshly. The man fell without even a groan out cold. Mac stared down at him. He knew this son of a bitch was trouble the moment he seen him. Now he knew there was no doubt Hannah fucked around on even Todd. The woman really didn't know what it meant to keep her fucking legs closed. How Brian was her only child he wasn't fucking sure.
He turned leaving him lying without even checking on him. If he drowned on his own blood then fuck it. Then he could be justified in driving his fucking knife into him. He stormed straight for the house. He felt better already. He felt fucking fantastic as adrenaline rushed through his body and flooded his system. Coming through the door he almost tore his leather jacket off in his efforts to be free from it.
Eyes sweeping around he arched a brow not seeing even Carol. Brian and Sophia were knocked out again but now they were on the floor. He stared at them for a minute and grimaced. He was really going to have to keep an eye on his son. Sophia was a beautiful girl and seeing them in a makeshift nest on the floor with his blankets and new cat pillow just amused him. It amused him but almost made him grimace. Sophia was his brother's daughter in every way but blood and he needed make sure his son kept his hands to himself. Jesus fuck he needed to shut his mind off. Brian was like him in a lot of ways but he was like Daryl when it came to women. Awkward.
"They've been asleep for a while."
Mac spun seeing Andrea at the table shuffling cards. He nodded and her eyes went to his hand that was bloodied. He flexed his fingers and smiled. She smiled at him and tilted her head.
"Well is she alive?"
"Yes."
Andrea shook her head, "Did you atleast slap her? Because she deserves it." Her eyes shot to the two in the livingroom and she frowned, "He's mad but he's more hurt."
Mac walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water before taking a seat. He knew his son was mad and he could handle anger but he didn't know what to do with the hurt his son had. He also didn't know what to think about this woman who was keeping vigil over his son and Sophia.
"Where is everyone?"
"Merle and Daryl are doing something manly I would assume." Andrea grinned, "Carol went with Martinez to speak with Michonne. We knew her from before I ran over Daryl."
Mac snorted and took a deep drink of his water. He was quiet and his mind was racing. He was tired. Goddamn he was tired. He didn't sleep last night and fatigue was starting to settle in.
"You should sleep while he's out." Andrea offered.
Mac looked over at her and bit back his retort at the genuine concern in her eyes. He couldn't damn well tell this woman to get fucked after she took care of his puke covered son. He damn sure couldn't tell her that when she was still watching him. No he'd just shut his fucking mouth because he wasn't sure what to say to her.
"Sleep Mac you look like shit." Andrea waved him away as she set up a game of solitaire. "You should clean the blood up though before those two see it. They're already upset."
Mac stood and walked to the bathroom. Why the fuck he was listening to her he didn't know but he was to tired to debate and argue. Getting cleaned up he walked back into the room and snatched his water up before disappearing into the living room. He kicked out on the couch and felt his eyes already drooping. He'd be here when Brian woke up. He'd be here.
