Me – Told Mom that Tatum is currently getting X-rays.
Dad – Where is that son of a bitch?
Me – Finally talked Tatum into pressing charges. He’s locked up.
Dad calling.
I answered it, “Hey, Dad.”
“What do you mean you finally talked Tatum into pressing charges? He asked.
That was when I saw Tatum coming back, “Hang on, Dad.”
I stood up and walked over to her and waited for them to get her bed settled.
Then I leaned in and asked, “You okay if I share with my dad?”
She looked at me. “Yes. I’m tired of hiding it all. Tired of fighting.”
I pressed a kiss on her forehead and whispered, “I’ll do the fighting, Tink. You just rest.”
Then I pulled away, tagged my chair, and brought it closer to the bed. Then I settled in and said, “Okay, Dad. I’m back.”
That was when I heard, “She’s going to be my next daughter-in-law. Love her for you, son.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I said.
Then I told him about her mom leaving. Her dad beating her. Never telling Granger about any of it because she didn’t want anything to keep him from getting his degree and getting out of that house. I told him about Lance.
“Soon as that fucker is released, I’ll pay him a visit.” My dad growled.
I heard Mom in the background mutter, “I’ll help.”
After I hung up, my phone pinged with another text.
Okay... this was new.
Having Tatum’s Back Text Thread
Talia added Garrick, Carter, Harlee, Ethan, Alec, Dominik, Bronson, Mommy-kins, Daddy-kins, Lila, and Everly.
Talia – Figured this would be better.
Talia – We got everything that we knew had to be hers.
Harlee – We need directions in the kitchen.
I looked at Tatum. “Kitchen stuff. What do you want?”
She looked at me and said, “Donate everything in there to the women’s shelter. Please.”
Me – Tatum said to donate everything in the kitchen to the women’s shelter.
Bronson – Got a buddy whose woman stayed there. He’ll take care of dropping it off.
Dominik – Getting your woman some gift cards.
Harlee – Same.