“Kayla, where the fuck are you?” He burst into her bedroom without knocking. Kayla was bending over something, her body hiding whatever it was. “Fuck it, Kayla!” Matt strode over to her and knocked her gear to the ground.
“Matt, what the fuck? You’re wasting some good shit! I spent three hundred dollars on that!” Kayla scrambled to the ground, frantic to salvage her powder. Matt grabbed her by the arm and hauled her into a standing position with her spitting invectives at him the whole way. “I need it, Matt! My fucking son is missing, and my nerves are all shot to hell! Just a little snort, come on.” Good. She hadn’t had an opportunity to fry her brains some more—maybe we could get some sense out of her. Matt dragged her into the living room and shoved her onto the couch. He towered over her, terrible in his rage. She looked at him wide-eyed, but without fear.
“How the fuck could you, Kayla?” Matt screamed, his hands clenched in fists. I stood right behind him, ready to tackle him if need be. “How the fuck could you not tell me?”
“I need it, Matt,” Kayla bleated before Matt’s words sunk in to her brain. “How could I not tell you what?” She looked befuddled as well she should. She probably thought her secret was safe as she was the only one who knew. Even Bobby thought he was the father, that Danny had been born premature. Thankfully for Kayla, Danny had been born on the small side which made it easier for Bobby to accept that he was a preemie. Bobby still saw Danny on the weekends and supported him generously, even though he and Kayla split soon after Danny was born.
“That Danny is my fucking son.” Matt’s face was inches away from Kayla’s so she could watch and listen as he enunciated every word. “How could you not fucking tell me?”
“What are you talking about, Matt?” Kayla whimpered, her eyes filling with fear. She tried to keep a smile on her face, but she couldn’t quite do it. “Bobby is Danny’s father. You know that.” She looked away at the last second, unable to hold Matt’s gaze.