CHAPTER 15
Carol
Buzz!
“I’ll get it,” I say from the bedroom. I’m still feeling the postcoital glow as I take off for the door. I stop and laugh realizing I’m totally naked. I wrap my hair up in a towel and wrap another towel around my body.
“Wow, that was fast,” I say as I dash back to the door. I guess nobody really orders Chinese food for delivery on Christmas. They were the only thing open, not that I’m complaining. I worked up an appetite. It took a lot of work just to keep Colt off of me long enough to allow me to take a shower. Now he’s in there rubbing his hands along that sexy body of his. I can just imagine how lost he must be with all those girly soaps in there. He’s going to smell like one of us now. I laugh as I make it to the door.
I look through the peephole but it’s dark. It’s not like a deliveryman to play that kind of a joke. Strange, I think. But who cares? I’m feeling great.
I swing the door open.
“Surpr…” my dad says, his jaw half open and that’s not the half of it. Next to him is Jared from work. What in the hell?
“Young lady I think you need to put some clothes on,” dad says.
“Dad…uh, Jared. What are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d surprise you for Christmas. Just so happens this young man arrived at the same time. Says he works with you and that there’s a bit of an office romance brewing between the two of you.”
“Uh…” I begin. I’m completely shocked and completely about to have a panic attack.
“Did he bring extra szechwan sauce? I’m really starving after our work—” Colt says as he enters the living room with nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Colt?” my dad says.
“Mister McCoy?” Jared says.
“What the fuck?” they say together.
My dad takes off running into the apartment. He’s already past me before I can do anything. He lays out completely horizontal as he flies through the air tackling Colt. They start wrestling on the ground and Colt’s towel is immediately off. “Be careful with that!” I yell at my dad as I see Colt’s wiener being dragged across the floor as my dad tries to twist him into position so he can sock him.
Colt manages to do some sort of wrestling maneuver and gets my dad flipped over. Jared dashes in to break up the madness, but just then my dad gets a hip up and pivots as he throws a punch at Colt which he brings an arm up to block.
Unfortunately for Jared he slides right in-between both.
My dad socks him in the left side of his jaw while Colt’s elbow catches his right. He collapses to the floor and dad and Colt continue on as if nothing even happened.
As much as I want to there is no way I’m stepping in-between these two brutes. There is almost thirteen feet of man and well over four hundred pounds of muscle between them. I’d wind up with a fate much worse than Jared, who appears to be out cold.
Colt manages to get my dad flipped over on his stomach and pinned down. The angle is weird and I get a view of Colt that’s a little more than I was hoping for.
“Don’t fight me, Volt,” Colt says to my dad.
“I ain’t gonna fight you. I’m gonna kill you! Stay away from my daughter you mother fucker!”
“It’s not like that. It’s real.”
“Only thing that’s real is the pain you’re gonna feel when I break every bone in your body.”
My dad tries to maneuver out of Colt’s grasp, but he’s got him locked up good.
“You’re gonna leave now until you cool down.”
“I ain’t leaving. You’re leaving. I pay for this damn apartment and you’re not welcome here.”
“Okay then,” Colt says. He looks at me and nods, letting me know this is just temporary until my dad calms down. “I’m going back to my hotel and we can sort this out later.”
“Nothing to sort out you fuckin’ traitor. I turn my back for one second and you slide in like a goddamn snake!”
“You got any rope?” Colt asks.
I shake my head. Is he really thinking of hog tying my dad? This is spiraling from out of control to absolute ludicrous.
I run to the bedroom and grab Colt’s clothes. I run back and set them just outside the front door. It’s terrible, but it’s the only way right now. If Colt tries to get dressed in here he and my dad will be right back at it.
Colt nods and comes up off my dad. I toss Colt the towel and he makes his way to the door.
My dad gets up and tries to stretch out the kinks the wrestling match put into his body. He moves toward the door and grabs it by the edge slamming it.
“You little whore,” he says to me.
Suddenly the doorbell rings.
“I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” he says.
My dad makes a fist with his right hand and grabs the handle with his left.
“Dad! Don’t,” I plead as I grab him by the waist.
My dad opens the door and prepares to throw his punch.
“Two chicken szechwan and extra…” The delivery man ducks, but thankfully my dad holds his punch.
“What just happened?” Jared says from the floor as he scratches his head.