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Oooo some shit goes down in the first scene. Okay, basically this chapter's a recipe for drama.

Sunday Pt.2

Cap POV:

"How's that wife of yers, Johnse?" Uncle Jim asked my brother as soon as we set foot inside of my parents' house. The house's living room and eat in kitchen was large and an open layout, meaning that a hallway or door didn't separate the two and everyone was able to talk and see what was going on from both rooms.

"Just fine, Jim." Was Johnse's reply as he found himself a seat next to our Uncle Wall on one of the sofas.

As I took a seat at the arm chair next to Uncle Jim I heard my large scruffy uncle chuckle, "Choosin' a ham super over a knocked-up wife, damn she must be a sorry ass cook."

I let out a small chuckled, shakin' my head and holding back a smirk. Damn, Jim was somethin' else. He was blunt and crass, didn't give a shit 'bout how he made ya feel or if somethin' sounded a bit over the line. Hell, the old coot rubbed off on me since I spent a lot of time with him workin' security at the lumber mill after I lost use of my eye. Then after Johnse knocked up Roseanna I got shipped off to Jim's hard bitch of a mama Auntie Deliz Vance's over in Tazewell, Virginia for my senior year of high school. To make sure I didn't do somethin' stupid and think with my wrong head was the explanation I got from Jim on why I had to stay with his ma. Pa on the other hand just told me he didn't want me dealing with the stress and tension of Johnse's dumbass mistake. Ma told me that one day I'd thank my pa for shippin' me off.

I still haven't thanked him, I don't think I ever will. I appreciate the opportunities I got when in Tazewell tho. Tazewell High was much better then Logan High so I was able to take courses that looked impressive on a college application. All of those AP and honors classes got me a spot in Georgetown over in DC, where I was able to study criminal justice and the law at what's considered to be the second largest law school in the country. I won't thank Pa for anythin' cause it was my hard work that got me where I am now, not him shippin' me to Deliz's. I think no matter what I would've ended up at Georgetown Law School cause of my hard work, determination, and wit.

"Be nice, that's my sweet darlin' wife you're talkin' 'bout."

"Yea, she's sweet alright. That's why ya met her dancin' at Wild Bunny's under the name Candy." Uncle Jim scoffed, takin' a large swig of his whiskey flask.

Damn, I didn't know that this wife used to be a stripper. Sheesh, seems like his wives get worse instead of better. First there was the one that did nothin' but drink and pop pills all day, then there was the other one that sold every stupid Facebook scam beauty product on the face of the earth and ran herself in debt up to her eyeballs, and now this one's a former pole dancer. Great, just great Johnse.

Shit, at least I can pick out a girl good. Only Johnse could keep puttin' rings on hussies.

"So, what 'bout Cap? Huh? His woman's on the other side of our family's case and ya ain't bustin' his balls none 'bout it." Johnse snapped, pointing a finger at me as his lip trembled slightly. Damn, now Johnse's bringing Nova into this. Drunken bastard.

"Johnse, settle down." Our Pa ordered Johnse before lighting his pip and remarking, "Your brother's not going to be carrying on with that Landon woman so don't worry your head bout it."

I turned my head to look at my father, who was sitting on his favorite armchair puffing his pipe, and told him, "Pa, no disrespect, but if I wanna see Nova I will. I'm not a child anymore, I can make my own decisions 'bout my life."

"You're my child no matter how old ya get and I say no to you and the Landon girl." He told me, his pipe bobbing up and down with every word he spoke.

Uncle Jim let out a sudden chuckle and slapped his knee. "Hell, Anse, the boy ain't gonna listen to you on this. He loves her."

"Boy, you get those feelings out of that head of yours." Pa advised me, his eyes hard, as he took his pipe from his lips. Pointing it at me he firmly said, "That girl's not for you."

"Listen to your pa. He just wants what's best for you." Ma said from her spot making homemade mashed potatoes in the kitchen to my left. Two of my sister's were in there helping her peel and cook other vegetables to go with the ham.

"I listened when I was sent to Virginia, but I ain't listening to this. It's my life and I'm old 'nough to make my own choices." I announced to everyone within ear shot. I heard my ma's loud tisk from the kitchen as she shook her head.

"You choose to pursue that Landon girl then get out and don't come back." Pa told me, more or less giving me the exact same ultimatium he gave my older brother years ago before shipping me off to Auntie Deliz's.

"Anderson!" Ma shouted with a shocked and upset tone to her twangy soft voice.

"Anse, come on and leave the boy 'lone." Uncle Jim ordered, coming to my aid. Aha, I always knew there was a reason he was my favorite uncle. The large smelly man that looked like a backwoods mountain man from 1882 always had my back. Always, no matter what.

"Anse…" Uncle Wall sighed, as he shook his head at my father.

"Fine, then I'm goin' home." I answered, getting up from my seat.

"You walked out that door boy it'll be a long time 'til I let ya back."

I nodded, looking straight at the family patriarch. "I understand, Pa."

"You're breakin' this family's heart choosin' to go after that Landon girl." He told me as a last resort in trying to change my mind.

"Family's heart'll mend just fine after a while."

"Cap, please sit down 'fore sayin' or doin' anything else you'll regret." Ma begged, the muscles in her jaw trembling, as her eyes widened slightly at me.

"No. I'm sorry, mama, but I can't do that." I told her despite her plea. She just shook her head, her eyes falling to look down at the potato bowl in front of her. "I've made my choice and its Nova."

Pa clutched angrily on his pipe as he took a quick puff off it. He pulled the pipe from his mouth and pointed at me while harshly telling me, "Son, you haven't known her long 'nough to be throwin' your family away for her."

"Don't go there, pa." I spat roughly before going on to say, "I've been with her for months and if it wasn't for you insisting that I come back home and get the ADA job to ensure an honest man other than Uncle Wall's in the Pike justice system I'd be livin' with her right now cause I was gonna ask her to move in with me." Nobody said a word in response, no they all just looked at me. My pa's face was hard and unreadable, but I knew he was taken back by my admission. Shaking my head and clenching my jaw angrily I declared, "I'm goin' home."

"Cap, I'll meet ya at the tavern for whiskey and cards 'morrow night." Uncle Jim told me as I turned my back on my family. I looked over my shoulder and nodded at my favorite uncle before making my way to the front door and walking out of the house.

Novella POV:

I was sitting at what was deemed the grown-ups table in the McCoys' sizable dining room. The other table that was deemed the kiddies table was set up in the eat in kitchen nook. Of course, I had taken up my old spot for dinner, which was the chair next to Tolbert's. I didn't have much of a choice though since Tolbert and pretty much everyone at the table insisted that I sit in my old seat.

I was silently eating my dinner, roasted chicken with vegetables and gravy, and listening to the few conversations at the table whenever my cell phone began to vibrate in my cardigan pocket. I had switched the ringer off for church and forgotten to put it back on, but now I'm glad I didn't turn it up cause somebody was calling me at dinner time. I just ignored my phone as I stabbed a piece of roasted turnip with my fork.

"I can't wait til the kids got back to school. Only 'nother week an' half til I get my peace and quiet back in my house 'gain." Nancy complained as she cut her chicken into a bite size piece. "Tolbert, Sally Elle's goin' to Pre-K this year, right?"

"Yea, reckon so." Tolbert shrugged, eating his chicken.

"But she's only 3." I blurted out, not seeing why she's need to go til she was 4. I mean Pre-K was required at 4, but optional at 3. Personally, I wouldn't be sticking a 3-year-old into school.

Randall snapped his head at me so fast that I thought it was going to fly off his shoulders. He looked at me with a look that made his face resemble a bulldog's as he told me in a low and firm timbre, "My gran'daughter needs t'be 'round other chil'ren her age. My son knows this since I've told him. Don't go questionin' how Tolbert raises his girl, just do what you're here for and get his charges off on self-defense."

Before I could utter a word my Uncle Perry's oil slick voice quickly piped up with, "Oh, Ole Rand'l, Novella didn't mean any disrespect. She was just curious, she doesn't know that Sally Elle has socialization issues as we do. And of course, she's going to free your son."

So, like always my uncle's smoothing over a situation between me and Randall McCoy. Uncle Perry did that so many times when I was a teenager, when I was dating Tolbert, that I guess the action was a natural reflex. I didn't think I needed his help anymore, I was 28 not 18 and I think I can handle a berating from Randall myself.

Moses just shot me a look that said 'Uncle Perry to the rescue again' while Roseanna looked at me with slightly wide eyes. Nancy just ate and didn't seem to care. Bad Frank was too busy stuffing his face with gravy smothered chicken to give a shit what was going on. Jefferson was already two sheets to the wind and his girlfriend was such a young twit that she was pushing her food around on her plate while eying me, Tolbert, Randall, and my uncle warily. Pharmer, Bud, Calvin, Billy, Squirrel, and Parris just ate in silence. Alifair kept her eyes trained on her plate as she slowly stabbed vegetables with her fork. Sally shot me a look full of warning and disappointment as she nibbled on a bread roll.

Tolbert's sisters and little brother were in the other room at the kids table with Sally Elle, Sarah Elizabeth, and the Phillips brood. Good thing too since this Sunday dinner went south real fast. The sudden tension was so thick that it felt more choking and restricting then tear gas.

Randall nodded his head at Uncle Perry before turning his attention to me. While picking up his coffee cup (which I bet had a little or maybe a lot of Irish in it since the man was a closet drinker…) he told me, "Novella, I've always believed you was a nice girl, but you've gotta problem wit' keepin' that mouth of yours shut. You always gotta have a voice 'bout matters not concernin' ya." He took a quick sip from his mug before going on to tell me, "You've been 'way too long and grew bolder out east, but since ya back now you're gonna get in line. Understand me, girl?"

I'm 28-fucking-years old, who the fuck does he think he is? At 18 he could give me this kind of speech and I'd just cower down and do as I was told, but not now. "Or what? You're gonna whack me in the face with your belt like you always did to Tolbert?"

Suddenly the room went dead silent. So silent that I think more noise was made in a graveyard. Everyone paused in their eating and drinking. All eyes were on me and Randall.

"You've grown rude and brash since movin' 'way and east. You need t'relearn manners." Randall told me, his voice full of disdain. "I want you out of my house. I won't stand for ya disrespect under my roof."

"Fine, I'll go. I'll just call for a ride." I snapped at Randall, pushing my chair away from the large table and standing up.

Suddenly Tolbert got up and told me, "No ya won't. I'll give a ride."

"Tolbert, sit down and eat." Randall spat out lowly and angrily at Tolbert, cutting his eyes at him.

"No, poppy, I'm takin' her home t'Perry and Roseanna's. I'll be back straight 'way after tho." Tolbert told his father while grabbing my elbow, stopping me from leaving the table.

Randall nodded his head. "Fine, go bring her home."

Tolbert gave me a nasty look as he led us out of the dinning room. He was pissed, but I didn't care. Maybe everyone tip-toed around Randall McCoy, but I wasn't going to be one of them to do that.

I was sitting in Tolbert's old pickup and we were nearing Pikeville whenever I remembered that I had missed a call during dinner. I pulled my iPhone from my pocket and unlocked it to quickly see the notification for a missed call. I opened it only to see the name Will with a red x next to it. And of course, I saw the notification for a new voicemail. I looked over to Tolbert only to see that he was focused on the road, driving with an angry grip on the steering wheel. The music in the cab wasn't very loud, just high enough to listen too. Confirming that I wouldn't be disturbed in listening to the voicemail I tapped on the notification and quickly typed in my 4-digit passcode. Quickly I heard the robotic dialogue of, You have one new message and no saved messages. To listen to new message press one. Quickly I pressed 1. New message: The robotic voice announced before Cap's deep rolling wave of a voice flowed out: Babe, ya doing anything tonight for dinner? If not, you can come over. I can order pizza. Just, oh hell never mind. If you want to come over then text me and I'll give ya my address. If not then whatever, I don't care. Bye.

I quickly exited out of the inbox and opened my texting app. I looked over to Tolbert, my nerves beginning to build up, and saw that he was still ignoring me. What I was going to do next was both risky and stupid, but damnit I just felt this pull and felt like I had to text Cap with an answer to his voicemail. I put his contact name in the new message and quickly wrote: My plans just changed. What's your address? I'll come over if you order pepperoni with xtra cheese. I quickly hit the send button, feeling like at any moment I could get caught.

Less then a minute later my phone buzed and up popped a bubble with Cap's reply of: I'll order it. 348 Pierce St. Deep in hills of Logan.

I quickly typed up and sent the reply of: Okay. Be there soon.

I placed my phone back into my sweater's pocket before looking at Tolbert for the third time. Just like before he had his focus on the road. I just chewed on my lip and looked outside of my window. I had been looking at all of the yellow and rust leaved trees for a while before Tolbert's gruff and velvety voice broke the truck's silence with, "Who was it on yer phone?"

Damnit, he noticed. "Just an old friend. Left a message during dinner. I just texted to catch up with them."

"Louie-Ville friend or Cap?" He asked, expecting a truthful answer.

"Louie-Ville." I quickly lied, not skipping a beat.

"Better be." Tolbert spat before he gruffly went on to say, "I don't want ya 'round no Hatfield. Ain't no good reason t'keep in touch wit' that one-eyed prick."

I just nodded my head while saying, "I know Tolbert. Don't worry, everything's okay." That was a total lie, but he didn't need to know that.

"Good." Was the one-word reply that shot out of his mouth as we entered Pikeville.

Shit, what am I doing? Making plans and lying about them. Damnit, this is my brother's forte. I was going to need his help to not get caught. I quickly pulled out my phone and sent my brother a quick message saying: Help! Going to see Cap and no one can know. Cover for me? Please!

As Tolbert pulled up into the drive my phone buzzed. I looked at the new convo bubble that at popped up from Moses. It simply read: No prob sis. Go get Cap. Fuck his brain out. LOL!

"Here ya are." Tolbert announced, pointing to the house.

"Yea. Thanks for the ride." I told him before swinging open the truck's door.

"Darlin', ya gotta cal yerself down or poppy ain't ever gonna let ya eat a proper meal at the house." Tolbert advised me as I got out of his truck.

"I'll keep it in mind." I slammed his door shut and proceeded to walk up the driveway. I heard the truck go down the road as I walked up the porch and to the welcome mat that had the spare key hidden under grabbing the key I unlocked the door, put the key back, and went inside. Quickly I went to my room and got changed into a comfy pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt before grabbing my purse and leaving the house to go see Cap er Will.

AN:

So, Devil Anse Hatfield just got defied by Cap when it came to pursuing Novella. Oooo… And Uncle Jim, not much needs to be said bout him lol. Anyways I always felt that Cap would stand up to his dad about his love life unlike Johnse and that his attitude's a bit more rugged then his brother's too. Prolly cause he spends way too much time with Uncle Jim LOL! Ooo and Novella decided to sneak behind the McCoys backs to meet up with Cap. Yep drama drama drama in the making.