Otis (2)
I don't know why that stupid fucker Cutter had to bring that little shit home. Cutter introduced me to the little brat and I didn't show much of a reaction. And why should I? Just a little fucking mouth to feed. As if we didn't have enough to take care of already, now we have a damned kid. Well, I ain't watchin' her. She ain't my kid and ain't my responsibility. What the hell was Cutter thinking? If it were me I'd left the kid alone right there. Now the little shit stain stares at me as if she's never seen a man before in her life. "Git! Git out!" a growl and half ass chase her out of my sight.
Now what if we have a shoot out with the pigs? I ain't got time to look after a kid makin' sure she don't get shot in the gunfire. I hope to hell we don't keep her none. Now Cutter comes up and says her name is Sydney. Ok, that's fine. Little shit has a name. wonderful. You would think that's the end of it right? Wrong! Cutter says she's my "sister" and staying with us from now on. I groan and face palm myself. Sister= female sibling related to (or adopted in this case) to another person. From now on=she's stayin' permanently.
I stiffle a scream into my pillow to which the little shit stain asks why I'm biting my pillow. I turn to answer saying I wasn't biting the pillow but she quickly follows with that 'I must have been fucked in the ass. that's why I'm biting my pillow.' I turn away trying to hide a grin that would have ruined everything. Little kid has a mouth on her…a real foul mouth. I still don't want her around none. I have one sister already and I don't need another one. As the kid leaves I grin an evil grin. Baby. She loves her coveted position of being the only girl and uses that to her advantage.
She ain't gonna want to share her position with a little snot nosed brat. I give this kid a month at the most before Baby gets rid of her. I honestly don't give a fuck either way. One high pitched screamin' wailin' girl is enough. I debate telling Baby that her coveted position is about to be taken away. I decide to do so.
"Hey Baby, you're cute little position as bitch in the family is gonna be taken soon.." I giggle. Baby turns and looks at me. "Whatchu mean Otis?" she asked curious. I laugh. "I ain't sayin' shit. But you'll find out soon enough." I laugh again and leave a very confused Baby staring after me.
I kind of hope Baby don't do no major damage to Little Shit Stain. I find myself almost liking her. Almost. Damn I find myself calling the little shit my own personal nickname for her. that's bad. Naming someone or something means they are being kept. Fuck!
Well I finish up organizing my shit and lay down on my bed for a while when Little Shit shows up and plops right down next to me and falls asleep. What the fuck? Did this kid even know who I was? What I was capable of and what I did to people? If she knew or saw would she be so willing to lay next to me?
Somehow I don't know….but somehow I think she would.