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"Who the hell are you?" Victor growled from the front door.
"My name is Lydia Carson, I want my daughter." Wade looked up from his magazine and at the door to the living room of the base. Lydia stood just beyond it. Wade was sort of glad Nick and Andy came to get Jamie earlier. They had gone to the movies. Andy, Nick's sister, was eighteen and could drive.
Victor chuckled darkly. It was nearing Christmas and while everyone was mostly afraid of Victor, Jamie turned him into a big bad cuddly kitty. The man never did anything against her. And he always spoiled her more rotten than the rest of them. "Get your daughter? Don't make me laugh. Get out." He snapped.
Lydia crossed her arms. "I have a lawyer, if you don't give me my daughter, I will go to court." She snapped in return.
Wade got up and walked over to them, leaned against the door and looked her up and down. "I'm sure the courts will be glad to know you slutted yourself around, did drugs and was probably drunk more than you were sober. I'm sure they'd like to know that your six-year old daughter had grown up in that dump you called a home and I'm quiet sure, that we can make you go bye-bye before you even reach the front doors." He informed her.
Their commotion brought some of the others out to. James and Bradley came from the kitchen and John from his room. He glanced at her and then at Wade and then at Victor. "Miss Carson, how've ya'll been?" He asked nicely.
She glared at him. "I've cleaned up my life. And threatening…" The door to their little cosy house thing on base being slammed shut drowned her words out.
"Dad? I'm home!" Jamie called and squeaked her way down the hall. She'd take the corner as see her mother. Wade wasn't sure he wanted her to see her mother. She turned the corner, her grin slipped to a frown and she stopped. "Mom?"
Lydia's face lit up. "Honey! Oh my God, you're so grownup!" She squealed and stepped towards Jamie.
Jamie stepped back, her diamond blue eyes cold. Wade had never seen her look like that. "Stay the hell away from me." She snapped.
"Jamie!" Nick crashed into her and they both stumbled sideways, they should've fallen, but didn't, Wade figured she used her brain to keep them up. "Sorry. Jacket, you left in the car, thought you'd need it." He said and turned around. "Hey Mr. Wilson!" Then he was gone again.
Lydia looked hurt. "Come on, honey, I'm here to take you home." She said and walked briskly towards Jamie.
"I am home." Jamie snapped.
Lydia scowled. "Of course not, this is a military base, not a home. And that man isn't worth the title father." She grabbed onto Jamie's arm. Wade felt anger boiling in his chest.
"And your worth the title of mother? He's my father. I don't want anything to do with you. You never cared before, so don't start now." Jamie roughly pulled her arm from Lydia. "My dad never acted like a slut in front of me. He never fucked anyone on the couch when I'm supposed to go to school. He might work a lot, but at least he made arrangements for the important things in my life." She snapped darkly. Wade knew she was going to cry. He could hear it in her voice. "My dad's girlfriends never slapped me around while he was high on one or the other drug. Passed out because he drank too much. In fact my dad's never even been high or passed out. So stay the hell away from me."
She marched away and Wade grinned proudly. "I guess not all mistakes can be fixed, huh?"