Surprising Discovery

Frankie allowed her ex-boyfriend TC to take her home on his bike. His bad-ass reputation and questionable morals excited her to no end. Although he did not know what kind of family she had, he doubted very much they were the 'Good American Family, the kind one sees on Good Housekeeping magazines. Hell no. His Frankie was far from decent and good herself. And now she had a kid. Great. Well, if he wanted any kind of chance with the woman, he would have to meet her family and kid. And if things got too heavy, he'd do what he always did. He'd bail.

"Damn woman, where the fuck do you live anyway?" he shouted over his motorcycle. Frankie stared straight ahead. "Keep going up this road about half a mile. Then make a right turn and go for about a quarter mile. My place is on the right." She answered back. TC grunted and continued on. About half an hour later, they arrived at her place. The farm had seen better days he supposed. Weeds grew in the front and off to the side and back, there were the animals. Pigs, Cows, Chickens, and a couple of sheep. She hopped off the bike and strode up to the farm to let her family know that she had a guest. He was off limits until she decided what she wanted to do with him.

TC came in and was greeted with an odd sight. A tall lumbering man wearing a mask stared at him curiously. His dark eyes regarded the man with awe and nervousness. He had a bike. Maybe the man would let him ride in one day. He went to ask, but Frankie shot him a warning glare and he backed off real quick. "TC, this here is Bubba, Luda Mae, Nubbins, Hoytt, and Wolf…" Frankie stopped mid sentence. "Wolf! Where the fuck…Wolf get in here!" Frankie shouted. A grumble came from the next room. The young teen was skinny and wore a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. She had short shaggy dark hair and blue eyes. She was of average height and weight and around 14. she looked at her mother's friend.

"This is your kid? What the hell?" TC asked curious as to how someone around Frankie's age could have a kid like Wolf. At best he would have thought Frankie to be an older sister. "She's adopted." Hoytt replied a bit coldly. He didn't like this TC one bit. As far as he was concerned this guy was a grade a bastard, not fit for the cooking pot. Wolf didn't like him none either. But he was her mother's friend so she would tolerate him at best. She muttered a greeting and stalked off to the next room. Frankie was aware of her daughter's dislike towards TC but Wolf, being somewhat a good girl at times kept quiet and would be courteous to him when and if she spoke to him.

TC shrugged and he whispered something to Frankie who giggled and they went upstairs. Wolf came out when both were gone and glanced at Hoytt. "I don't like him Hoytt. I don't like him at all." She commented. Hoytt, for once, agreed with the teen. "I don't like him none neither. But your mama seems to like him, so for now we let him be and see what this is about." Wolf grunted and went to her room. She did not want to be around anyone at the moment given her mood. Not around Mama, not around anyone.

For one month things seemed to go ok. Then things slowly began to change:

One Month Later

The only ones in the house were TC and Wolf. The others had gone off to get some regular normal food. Even though they had their 'favorite' they still ate regular food from time to time. This was to fill in between, and avoid suspicion. Wolf came down from her room and groaned inwardly when she saw TC. She had planned on just going out and coming back later that day. "Hey where you think your goin?" TC asked looking at her balefully. He was drunk. Wolf looked at him. "Im going out to hang around. Its boring here." TC's eyes narrowed. "you ain't goin nowhere kid. And if you mouth off like that again, I don't give a crap what happens I'll belt ya one. Yer mama put me in charge." TC warned. Wolf glared at him and went to reach for the doorhandle.

"Hey maybe you don't hear so well…" TC snarled and flung her back. It didn't hurt, but it got her angry. Lately it seemed as if he felt it was within his rights to discipline her if the need came up. He never hit her, (not yet) but he did shove her a few times like he did now. And Mama didn't really do much about that. Wolf's family sometimes shoved one another, and shoved her too when she pissed them off or something, so it wasn't new. It was just that this asshole was thinking he was her daddy.

Although her mama was a different story. Often times she had a few bruises on her…and it wasn't from rough sex. He flat out belted her on numerous occasions. She kept quiet and didn't say anything to anyone because he had one over on her. He claimed he knew her family's secret, and if she told anyone, what he did, he'd see to it she never saw her family again. Frankie knew this wasn't an empty threat. TC NEVER made empty threats. One day, Frankie had enough…

"YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE BITCH!" TC yelled at the top of his lungs as he slammed his fist into Frankie's face. She dropped to the floor and he proceeded to kick her several times in the ribs. All Frankie could do was curl into a ball and wait for the beating to be done. TC grabbed Frankie and pulled her to her feet slamming her several times in her face with his fist before throwing her into the wall. Wolf heared the commotion form outside and ran inside full speed. She saw TC raise a closed fist to her mother and flew into him knocking him backwards.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY MOTHER EVER YOU STUPID FUCKING BASTARD! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!" Wolf screamed. TC came to his feet surprised that the little bitch actually ran at him. And now the cunt had a knife and had it aimed in his direction. That did it. If Wolf was old enough and smart enough to brandish a weapon towards him, then she had damn well better be prepared to take a man's beating. Only this time, she would not be getting back up. Ever. TC rushed her and slammed his fist into her stomach and kicked her in the head until all she could do was try and crawl away.

Frankie saw this and managed to get to her feet. This fucking bastard. "NO! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!" Frankie snarled as she ran towards the enraged man. TC smiled and punched Frankie in the face causing her to fall down. He stood over a moaning Wolf and reached inside his pants. Frankie felt her whole body tense with rage and hate. TC was going to do what Tex had done to the girl. Rather than pull it out, he pulled out a gun and pressed the muzzle against Wolf;s skull. "Say goodbye to your daughter bitch. But don't worry. You'll join her shortly." He cocked back the trigger and smiled down cruelly. Before he could pull the trigger, he found himself sailing through the air and falling onto the ground knocking himself out.

It was Bubba/Thomas that had saved Frankie and Wolf. Frankie had given her overgrown cousin a big hug sobbing into his massive chest. Bubba hugged her gently. Then Frankie turned towards her daughter and went to see if the girl was ok. Wolf groaned and sat up. She stared at the unconscious body of TC and had Bubba tie him up quickly. He was put into an animal pen, separate from the others. When TC came to, he stared around curiously.

"Mornin' asshole. How's yer head? Don't worry, we aint mad at cha, and to show how forgiving we are, were gonna share with you, how we make the best pulled pork ever. It takes several weeks, but in the end its worth it. And you get to participate first hand." The cheerful voice sang out happily. Tc came to his senses and realized it was that kid Wolf. Fear found its way into his heart as he stared at Wolf and the beautiful woman next to her. Frankie. Frankie was smiling although her eyes we full of glinting hatred and malice. She wanted nothing more than to kill this bastard, but she had promised Wolf that she'd let the girl help make the special pulled pork that took weeks to prepare and make.

TC would soon beg for death, and wish he had never even met Frankie at all.

A/N: several months later I know. But I wanted to really think this one out. It turned out I had a dream about this not too long ago, so I decided to put this from my dream into the story I am currently writing.

Coming soon: step one in making the pulled pork.

I hope to have this up soon, but so far my managers have decided that I work a solid 40 hours a week.

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