2/14/2000, Little Hands and Feet Daycare…
The whole caterpillar class was decorated with red, pink and purple hearts as the small children were playing around and the volunteer parents were watching. Blake sat down in her assigned blue chair, waiting for Carter to come in and join the party while she played with the Valentine's Day colored Play-Doh. She was dressed in a grey long sleeve shirt that had a white cat with a red bow on the left side of his ear. She had on red leggings along with black winter boots as she kicked her legs back and forth.
"Blakie, let's go play." Mason said, running towards her while holding blocks in his hands.
"I'm waiting for my Daddy." Blake replied while keeping her eyes on the pink and red Play-Doh as she started mashing them together.
"Hey, Blakie, you like my dress?" A little girl named Mackenna questioned, while spinning around in a circle only to show her formal crissom red dress with the bow around her waist.
"Hm." Blake only replied while looking at it, before returning back to the Play-Doh and Mason and Mackenna left her alone.
When she heard the door opening, she saw Michael and Trevor walking into the classroom as Blake climbed out of her seat, running towards them and hugged both of them.
"Where's Daddy?" Blake questioned.
"Daddy's over at Ethan's party, kiddo." Michael explained.
"And guess what, Shrimp? You, me and Uncle Mikey are gonna have some fun here at this so called daycare." Trevor said, in front of Blake's face.
"Yay!" Blake exclaimed, while having her hands up before Michael and then lean over to hugged Trevor. Michael finally placed her down on the floor as she ran towards her cubby and grabbed two drawings. "Uncle Mikey…" She had a drawing that was colored on pink construction paper to Michael as she gave it to him. "Uncle T…" Then she had a drawing that was colored on red construction paper as she handed it to Trevor. "I love you." She finished as Michael and Trevor can both see a child like drawing of them holding Blake's hands on the construction paper with Valentine's Day stickers on them.
As the party continues, Blake was eating a chocolate cupcake with pink frosting and Valentine's day sprinkles on it while she was sitting with her classmates and even sitting next to Mason who was drinking his blue and lime green tinted sippy cup.
Michael and Trevor on the other hand were helping out, but the psychopath uncle was staring at Mason while giving him a death stare. As Michael started pouring in fruit punch for Blake's purple and pink tinted sippy cup, a mother with blonde hair and green eyes started talking to him.
"So, you must be Blake's father?" She greeted. "I'm Chelsea, Mason's mother."
"Nice to meet ya, but Blake's my niece." Michael corrected her, before screwing the sippy cup top back onto it.
"Your niece?" Chelsea questioned. "But she looks more like you, Mr. Grant."
"Mr. Grant ain't my name, baby." Michael corrected her once again. "Michael Townley is."
"What?" Chelsea said slowly while confused.
"Alright, parents, if you can help me clean up the classroom, we might have your kids ready for naptime." Miss. Katie, the caterpillars teacher explained as she noticed a few of her kids slowly getting tired.
"Naptime's for babies." Trevor said. "Put a little bit of beer or soda in their cups, and they'll stay up for good."
"Excuse me, but who are you? And are you a parent?" Ashlee, one of the parents questioned towards the psychopath.
"Trevor Philips, honey." He introduced himself before grabbing her hand. "I'm Blakie's Uncle T, thanks for asking." Then he tried to kiss her hand, before Ashlee pulled it back.
"I'm married." Ashlee said, holding up her hand while showing her ring.
"A stuck up bitch, huh?" Trevor questioned.
"Sir, there are children present here in this classroom." Another parent said, as the children and Miss. Katie watched them.
"Ah, shut the fuck up, Christie." Trevor said.
"That's my wife, you're talking too." The husband who was next to his wife named Javier warned.
"My name is Elena." She corrected.
"Shut up, Christie." He demanded once again.
"Don't make me get violent in front of the kids, especially in front of my kid Gabe." Javier warned once more.
"Mister, I am giving you a warning." Miss Katie said, walking towards Trevor. "This is a Christian classroom full of little kids, two and three years old. So, watch your language around them. Let me do my job and you do yours, okay?"
"Well, fine then." Trevor said backing off before walking towards Michael. "Geez, can you believe this bitch is watching over my niece?" He questioned, before he noticed Blake holding hands with Mason. "Oh no!" He shouted before walking towards Blake as he pulled her small hand off of Mason's. "Don't touch my niece anymore, little brat."
"Hey, that's my baby, and you're gonna talk to him like that?!" Chelsea questioned walking towards Trevor as he turned around to face the young mother.
"Then, tell your son not to play doctor with my only niece." Trevor said.
"Trevor, be nice or get out." Michael warned.
"Why didn't Daddy come?" Blake questioned, while chewing the rest of her Valentine's Day cookie that she and Victoria made together yesterday.
"Mr. Philips, I suggest you step out of the classroom until the parents and I place these kids down for their nap. If you walk back into this classroom, I will call the office and the police will come get you." Miss. Katie warned.
"Before I go, where does Blake sleep at?" Trevor questioned.
"Excuse me?" Miss. Katie questioned.
"Well, they have to sleep on beds, do they?" Trevor explained. "And also where does she sleep while having her pacifier in her mouth, along with her unicorn blanket I bought for her at a yard sale."
"You bought her blanket at a yard sale?" Michael questioned.
"Yep, cost five dollars for that son of a bitch out of a trailer home across the street." Trevor replied.
"So, that's why it smell like Uncle Mikey's cigarettes, instead of unicorns and rainbows." Blake said.
"Hey, two and three years in the room." Elena warned.
"Shut up, Christie!" Trevor retorted.
"Still no Christie." Elena reminded him.
"You call my wife Christie once more, and you're going to be beaten to a bloody pulp." Javier warned once more.
"Alright I'll answer your question this time." Miss. Katie said. "Arrange the kids from alphabetical order on the floor on their kinder mats, and Blakesleigh sleeps between Mason and Aubree."
"Bullshit!" Trevor shouted.
Then the children gasped in shock as some of them covered their ears, small mouths or eyes.
"You tell me why my little Shrimp sleep next to the little brat who wants to play doctor with my niece?" Trevor questioned.
"T, cut it out, Blakie and Mason are just friends." Michael said.
"Mike, if Trace was sleeping next to someone that you don't know when she turned sixteen or seventeen. What should you do, father of the year?" Trevor questioned.
"That is enough. I'm calling the office and have you escorted out of this daycare." Miss. Katie said, before reaching towards the cord phone on the wall.
"Don't worry, Miss. Katie, I'm calling the cops." Elena said, while holding up her phone.
"No you ain't, Christie!" Trevor said angrily.
"That's it!" Javier yelled while cracking his knuckles, before jumping onto Trevor while fighting each other.
The kids and parents started yelling as Blake ran towards Michael and the father picked up his daughter, while the dark haired girl hugged him. She was showing fear through her tears as she watched Trevor on top of Javier, slamming his head against the hard carpet of the classroom.
"Why?! Uncle Mikey, why Uncle T so mean?!" Blake cried, as Michael was trying to cover her face from the violence Trevor was doing in front of the innocent eyes of his niece and the young children in the classroom. "He's meaner than Auntie Mandy, when I stole her lipstick and wrote on the wall, and blame Jimmy."
"Trevor Philips!" A familiar voice surprised both Michael and Blake as the red haired mother, Macey Rose finally made it to Blake's caterpillar classroom to spend some time with her daughter. "What the actual fuck are you doing?!" She questioned as Trevor stopped punching Javier in the face and the father was knocked out.
"This Mexican asshole was calling me out to fight in front of the kids, and I caught Blake holding hands with sweet little Mason boy."
"Excuse me? My son never done anything to your niece. He was just being nice and being friends with her." Chelsea explained, before picking up Mason who was crying while covering his eyes. "I'm sorry, Miss. Katie, but my son won't be coming back to this daycare anymore." She said, before spitting onto Trevor and left the classroom.
"Bye-bye, Blakie." Mason said while waving goodbye to her as he and her mother left the classroom.
"Mason, don't go." Blake begged, before burying her face into the crook of Michael's neck.
"I'm sorry about this, Miss. Katie." Macey said, looking at the teacher. "I should have invited her Uncle Michael instead of him. He's on… drugs. Prescription drugs." She explained, covering up the fact that Trevor could be high on meth once again.
"Ms. Rose, at our daycare we strive to protect our children and you brought a dangerous person into our safe haven." Miss. Katie explained. "Since your daughter is such a good cookie, I will let her stay but Mr. Phillips isn't allowed to pick up his niece or even drop her off. If this happens again we will call the police and he'll be sent to jail."
"I'll take Blake with me, so you can deal with this." Michael said, while looking at Macey before the red haired mother nodded as they can hear Blake crying in the crook of Michael's neck. Then Michael rubbed Blake's back in a soothing way before hearing his daughter's sniffles. "You still hungry, Blakie Bear? You wanna get Burger Shot?" He questioned, and Blake nodded her head.
"I want strawberry ice cream, and a toy." Blake said.
"You'll get that both, Blakie." Michael replied, before he takes the dark haired child's backpack and sippy cup from the teacher and finally left.
"Trevor, come with me right now!" Macey retorted.
"And why should I?" Trevor questioned.
"Cause I have your mother on speed dial." Macey replied, before pulling out her phone and Trevor's eyes widened. "Yeah, me and her met one time over a couple of drinks. Do you want me to do it and she'll be in your home, before you can even get home and beat her."
"Fine then…" Trevor said, before walking towards Macey and she stopped him. "What? I'm listening now."
"What the hell is your problem?" Macey questioned. "Are you high again on meth?"
"I took a quick shot before I left to be at this fuckin' place. Is that a problem?" Trevor explained.
"You are lucky, that the police on here to take your ass to jail. And me, Carter, Michael and Brad won't be the ones to get you out. We are living in a trailer park, and you four are hiding your occupations away from the world because of your dirty deeds." Macey said, before leaving the classroom with Trevor.
"You said it like it's a bad thing." Trevor said. "We're doing this because we are heist men. We seek thrills and actions and taking fucking scores. We do not sit at home on our asses being full-time uncles and fathers just how Mikey fucked it up when she got that troll of a ex-stripper pregnant with two little trolls. And even Carter, when we found little Ethan shivering in the cold inside of a shoebox cover in blankets on his father's doorstep." He explained, before he and Macey when to the front office and pay Blake's daycare fee for the day.
"Look here, my concern is my daughter now and the fact that you scare her and she's probably going to be scarred for life because of her Uncle T. And maybe her friends in that classroom are probably not going to talk to her anymore." Macey explained, as she and Trevor left out the daycare and now in front of Macey's red car. "For now on, you keep your distance away from my daughter and even Ethan."
"Ethan is my godson, Macey, and you can't fucking keep me away from him and even Shrimp." Trevor retorted. "They both need their Uncle T in their lives."
"Oh, so they want a trailer home meth head bank robber in their lives? I trust Michael more than you." Macey replied.
"Now, you look here bitch-AAAH!" Trevor started to say, while grabbing Macey's arm until he screamed as the red haired mother pulled out and pepper sprayed into Trevor's scary brown eyes once he fallen onto the snowy ground.
"Don't fuckin' mess with me, Trevor. You wait until I tell Carter or Michael, one of them is gonna fuck you up!" Macey shouted while having her pepper spray in her hand, before putting it away in her purse. Then she climbed into her car leaving Trevor as she drove off.