Wilbur headed out in the morning while the kids were eating breakfast. He didn't want Link to be there when he went to see his father. He wasn't sure what was going to happen but he didn't want the boy to be any part of it. Remembering that Tracy pointed out the house the one day Wilbur pulled out front and got out of the car. Walking up to the door he knocked. He waited a few minutes and knocked again. When no one answered he made his way down the steps. Before he hit the bottom he heard the door open and a man answered the door. "Mr Larkin?" He asked.
"Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want? I don't want anything that you are selling. So you can just leave." The man looked at him his eyes still half closed. He looked as though he slept in the same clothes from the night before and his hair was a mess. He might have just been woken up.
Wilbur watched the man and even though the anger for what happened to Link was shooting through him he was going to be the adult here and not fly off the handle unless he actually had to. Yes Wilbur was a happy man but you never messed with his family or the people that he cared about."You don't know me. My name is Wilbur Turnblad. My daughter Tracy is dating your son. I came here to talk to you about him."
"My son. He isn't here right now and I don't know when he will be back. So now is not a good time to talk about him." He spoke and started to close the door.
Wilbur could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I know he isn't here. I know where he is. I just came here to tell you that I am getting his stuff. He is coming to stay with my family for a while until things calm down around here. I think that it is best."
Glaring at him. "He is staying with you? With your family? With your daughter? Don't you think that is a bad idea? I mean I know my son and I am sure he is not going to be able to stay in your house without trying something and having his hands all over her. I mean he was dating Amber and all the did was do things in my house, in her house. Everywhere. I am sure you don't want a knock up kid now do you?" He rolled his eyes. "Even though he should be with Amber instead of that thing that you call a daughter" He said a lot quieter not sure if they man heard it or not.
"What did you just say?" Wilbur looked at him. Of course he heard the trash that was spewing from his mouth. The man was drunk though and as much as he held it back Wilbur was still going to be a bigger man. "I really hope that you are not talking about my daughter like that or about your son either. You might not believe this or even give a damn but your son is a good kid. He has a great heart and maybe if you put down the booze for a little bit you would be able to figure that out. Now I am not here to fight you, all I want is Link's stuff. And I don't see you giving me any problems with that because I am sure that the police would not be too thrilled to see the marks that you left on your son last night. I am sure that they would be more than happy to do something about it. So I suggest that you just give me his stuff and don't ever make comments about my daughter again. Because if you do you will regret it. Believe me, I won't back down from you."
He looked at him. "You don't know shit about what goes on in my house."
Before he could continue Wilbur looked at him. "Really? I saw the bruises on your sons face. I saw the pain in my daughters face as she talked about what happened. You are lucky that I am not pounding you or calling the cops on you. I think that you need help though. You have this amazing son and you are so involved with your own drinking and selfishness." He took a deep breath. "Now I am going to ask one more time. Get Link's stuff or at least let me in to get it or I am going to call the police and have you in jail fast than you can pack his stuff up." He finished simply.
Shutting the door Link's father went up in his room, grabbing the suitcases and packing up everything that he could think of. He haphazardly threw the items into the suitcases and brought them down the steps. "This is pretty much everything that I could grab. You tell him if he wants the rest of his stuff he needs to come here."
"If he needs anything else I will bring him over to get it. He will be by to get his car later today. He has the keys." Wilbur said as he took the suitcases. "Mr Larkin. I think that you honestly need to get help with the problem that you have. You are missing out on seeing an amazing young man that is your flesh and blood. If you just took the time to actually get to know him then maybe you would realize exactly what you are missing." He walked away putting the suitcases in his car and pulled away.
Link woke up and looked around realizing that Tracy wasn't there. He got up slowly walking down the hall and down the steps. "Trace?" He said really quietly as he heard voices coming from the kitchen. It sounded like Tracy and her mother. They were laughing. Walking in slowly he looked at them.
"Hi Link." Edna smiled as she looked at the boy standing in the walkway. "I made some pancakes. Come on over and eat."
Link looked at her half afraid to move. He figured that Tracy told them about last night and they weren't mad. So maybe she didn't tell them everything. He was not sure.
Tracy smiled at him as he walked over to the table. "Hi."
"Hi." He answered back quickly sitting down at the table next to her as she pushed a plate in front of him. He was about to saying something but Tracy quickly spoke up.
"My parents said you can stay as long as you like. My father went and made up the guest room for you." She smiled as grabbed the juice pouring him a glass. "When you are done I can show you around more." She rubbed his hand as she got up and got the bacon from the counter setting it down.
You didn't have to tell Link to eat twice. He might have looked like he didn't like food but that was the furthest thing from the truth. It was just that his father never took the time to actually cook for him so Link did it himself. He smiled softly as he ate. "This is delicious. Thank you Mrs. Turnblad."
"Call me Edna. Mrs. Turnblad is so formal and besides that is my mother-in-laws name." She smiled at him putting more food on the table and going over to do the dishes. "I am not sure where your father has gotten to this morning." As she said that, it was almost on cue, he came walking through the door holding the suitcases in his hand.
Link looked up at him for a minute knowing those cases from anywhere. "Mr Turnblad." He said softly not really sure what else to say. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and make someone mad.
"I went over to your place this morning and got your stuff. I told your father that we were going to come back later to get your car." Wilbur spoke.
Link almost choked. "You ummm saw my father?" His voice raised up a bit and he started to get a little nervous. He had no idea what his father might have said to Tracy's dad and that had him scared.
He nodded his yes. "I did. He was the one that got your stuff for me. After a little convincing. I told him that you were staying with us for a while until things over there can be figured out. " He looked at the young man. "You are more than welcome to stay with us as long as you like but I do expect you to follow our rules." He continued as he remembered a bit of the conversation that he had with Link's father. He also knew that he was Link's age at one time too and knew exactly what went through the head of teenage boys. "I just ask that you respect our wishes and we will have no problems." He said setting his hand on the young mans shoulders.
"Believe me sir. I promise you that you will never have to worry about me doing anything out of line. I will never give you any reason for regretting letting me stay here." He smiled and took his stuff.
Tracy walked over to him and grabbed one of the bags. "Let me show you to your room."
Slowly walking up the steps and down the hall past the bathroom, her bedroom and her parents room Tracy opened the door to the room. She set the bag down on the bed and smiled. "I know it is probably not like anything you are used to at home but it's yours as long as you want it." She fiddled with her hands a bit. "The closet is full of hangers and the dressers are yours to put stuff in. Make yourself at home. I mean this is your home. I know it's not like your real home." She stopped yammering.
"Tracy it is perfect. " He nodded as he set the other bag on the bed. "This is great. I can't thank you enough." He smiled and hugged her. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
She hugged him back. "You don't have to thank me. Link... I just want you to be safe and happy. I never want to see what happened happen again last night."
He leaned in and kissed her softly. "I love you Tracy."
"I love you too Link."