31 "blonde pancake"

"Hey aunt willow. Are you eating dinner with us? We're having pancakes!" Tate smiled from the dinning room table where not just my father sat but all of Casey's family along with the devil. Beth. "Pancakes!?" I smiled Widley back at him. "I'd love some pancakes!" I stepped into the room where I could feel the hawks eyes jabbing my spleen already. I sat down across from Tate, next to Casey. "The only pancake I see is where your tits and ass are supposed to be" Beth mocked me right before bursting into laughter. My father held back a smirk as she spoke. I of course ignored her. She always made fun of my very small figure. She used to say I have theBody of a little boy. I have very small breasts and not much of a butt. I was always small and boney with long blonde locks and blue eyes. I wasn't much to look at. "I see you went blonde again" Monica smiled at me so sweetly as he changed the subject as fast as she could. I nodded as I stroked the end of the very long hair. "Yeah... I thought it was better blonde" I spoke quietly. "I agree" my father cleared his throat. Wow was that a compliment? From my father? "Thank you daddy" I nearly whispered with no eye contact. "It looks fried. Almost like straw. How much bleach did you use? Jeeessuuss. You're nearly albino!" Beth snorted with a mouth full. I still didn't answer her. I avoided her evil Beaty eyes. "I think you're pretty" Tate reassured me. I smiled slightly at him. "Thank you"  Monica rubbed his shoulders "that's very nice of you to say" she kissed his temple making him feel more loved than anyone else could feel. She was a great mom. A mom I wish my siblings could've had. "Even with pancake ass? Really?" Beth degraded again. Most of the table rolled their eyes at her comments. "You know your mother looked just like her. A small frail body with long blonde hair. Blue eyes. You should've seen her when she was pregnant with lee. She was ready to pop. I swear she would've fell forward if it wasn't for a spine" my father reminisced without being drunk or angry. I made sure to stay quiet. The table smiled at his story. "When the time comes and you have kids you'll be amazed at how big you could actually get. Your mother would eat and eat and not gain a pound. Although I'm sure that son took most of the nutrients" he was speaking in my direction but I was much too scared to acknowledge  it. "Kids? Yeah! Right!" Beth snorted under her breath. "What's wrong with her having kids?" Monica spoke up for me. "I'll make sure that doesn't happen" she stared at me as she spoke. She was threatening me with her looks. "Why does it make a difference to you?" Casey questioned. "No reason"  Beth grinned her jaw like an angry stallion. I stood up quick. "I have somewhere to be.. please excuse me" I was quick to leave the table. My sister reminded me of the past. She reminded me that she stole a pieces of me when I was 15. She remembered what happened. Just when I thought I could finally forget it. I always wished I could be the mother I never had. But I knew I never would happen, never did that sit well with me. "Hey.. wish" jimmy attempted to crack a smile as he walked a horse down the driveway. I smiled slightly. "How are you doing Jim?" I walked beside him with the horse behind us. "...I'm alright.. rip and the branded have plans tonight to take care of some things" he held out his hand to capture my palm in his. He kissed it so sweetly leading me to smile. "What plans?" I asked. "Men stuff. It'll all be taken care of tonight" "Men stuff? I'm branded too you know" "I know. But the business should be left to us men" he replied. I tugged his hand to yank him closer to me. He stumbled to me letting go of the horses reigns. "Hey.. you dyed your hair" he smiled a bit wider. "I did.. you like it?" I smirked in a bashful manner. "I love it. It's you again" his eyes were grinning. They squinted with his smile like a ray of sunshine in his eyes. He was in love with me. I knew it. I loved those eyes. I loved that smile. I think I loved him. "What are your plans with me jimmy?" I asked him with his hands cuddling my fingers as we stood like love birds. He kissed the back of my hands before Yanking me against his body. His hands ran up and down my back. "Watcha mean baby?" He tucked my blonde hair behind my ears as he also played with the strand of hair. "Is there.. I don't know.. a plan with me? Or.. or am I one of those girls you hang out with for a while then move on to the next?" I was kinda nervous to ask him. I didn't want him to feel forced to make up his mind. "What?" He laughed slightly with a scoff "I want you. And I want you forever. Maybe someday I can put a rock on your finger.. maybe you know.. give you a family. I know it's.. it's early but I really like you Willie. Like a lot" I watched him as he spoke. His fingers played with a thread that hung from my sweater. "Almost like.. you.. love me?" Gosh my palms were sweaty. "Yeah" he nodded frantically. "Like I love you. Like a lot" his cheeks were red. Almost raw. "You do?" I was holding back my extremely large and flustered smile. "I do. I love you. A lot" his hands gripped my hips while pulling me even closer to him. My arms draped around his neck as I wanted to scream with excitement. "I love you even more Jim" I shrugged. "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page" he laughed softly as his thumb grazed my lower lip. "I'd do anything for you" I said. "I'd kill for you" deeply he kissed me, almost in a needy way. In a way I've never felt before. I guess I've never felt love like this before. This is what my dad's old records would sing about. This is what all my books would rant about when the character would doodle in their journals. This was it. This was love. "Jimmy. Let's go! This is your doing! Let's finish it!!" Rip called out from his pick up truck as he loaded in the branded. He kissed my temple as he placed the horses reigns in my palms "I gotta go darlin" he stepped past me before I stopped him again "when you get home..." I pointed to my bedroom window in the house "just tap on my window I'll open it for you.. okay?" I smiled sweetly. He gently pinched my cheek "count on me being there" he held my hand as I followed jimmy to the truck as he shut the truck door. Rip spoke from the open window "what can I do you for darlin?" He nodded to me for an answer. "I'm branded too. I can help" I said as I rubbed my arm in a bashful manner. Rip chuckled "you're too sweet and gentle for a thing like this. Sit back honey. If I need you I'll call you. how about that?" He patted his truck door. "There ain't a mean bone in that body Willie. I'll let you know when I need you" rip gave me a gentle smile. I could still feel the aggravation in his tone. I simply nodded my head as I stepped back from the truck "be careful.. all of yas" they agreed before they drove off for a long night. I didn't know the details. I guess it was better for me to be left out of it. I never liked violence, I never liked anger or yelling. I know things have to be done when it needs to be done. There is no such thing in a life with no violence or revenge. I still held the reins of the horse jimmy was walking back to the barn, Tates horse. The one whom had a wound imbedded in his hoof. Bird, he called him. It was time for his antibiotic. It was his third day out of seven for his medication to try and fight the infection. "Hey you didn't get a pancake!" Tate grinned as he met me in the barn. I roughed up his hair before leading the horse to be hooked up in the isle of the barn. "Eh. I wasn't that hungry. Was it good?" I questioned. "So damn good!" He cheered. I laughed aloud "Man! That had to be one good pancake! Did you save some for the horses?" I smirked in a teasing way. "Horses can't eat pancakes" he scoffed. "You'd be surprised what a horse can eat in moderation. Same with a cow. They can pound down doughnuts if they wanted to" I stared down at a table that held a vile and a needle. A week's worth of these doses should do the trick. "Is that gonna hurt him?" Tate whimpered. I flicked the needle as I shook my head "no honey. Just a little pin prick. Have you ever gotten a shot before?" I held the needle above his neck as I asked Tate. "Yes. I had one before school. It didn't hurt at all!" He gleamed. "That's exactly how this will feel. Do you wanna do it?" I glanced back at him. His eyes widened with a nervous smile "uhh.. no I think you're better off doing it" he rubbed his sleeve in an anxious manner. "No big deal baby. I'll take care of it" I was quick with the shot. Almost like nothing happened. I patted the horses back as I also rubbed it "good boy" I told him. "Uh...aunt willow?" Tates voice trembled behind me. "It's alright Tate. It was just an easy ol shot. Look at him. He's just fine" I looked back at Tates scared face. "What's wrong?" I soon realized a dark masked man behind him with a pistol to Tates head "hey! Let him go!" I shouted as I moved closer to him. "Shut your mouth or the kid gets it" a deep dark voice rumbled in my ear. The tip of the pistol dug deep into my spin as he spoke. "Walk. Without a fucking word" he held his hand over my mouth as they shoved us out of the barn. I didn't know what do to. I was weak. I was a pussy. I couldn't let them hurt my boy. I quickly bit down on the hand that was held over my mouth. I instantly tasted his blood as he yelped. "DADDY!!" I screamed as loud as I could "you fucking bitch!!" The man roared as his hand slammed against my small skull. I Remember hitting the ground before being drug down the dusty fields. I kicked and screamed. I fought them as my head pounded from his fist "You god damn kid!!" He shoved a rag in my mouth as he taped my hands behind my back. I could not see Tate anymore. I could even hear him. I screamed against the rag, my screams angered the man. His fist that held his gun pounded my skull over and over until I could no longer see.. or hear.. or think...