Page 133 of Fever Dream
I could move over, but I don’t make room for him to edge past. Instead, I drive right in between the fence posts to fully block the gateway, throw my car into park, and turn it off. I make a show of acting frazzled behind my wheel, waving at him like I’m begging him to give me a moment to figure it out.
I fumble around in my car, acting like someone whose car magically stalled out in this exact spot and they have no idea what to do about it.
Eventually, I open my door, step out, and dramatically mouthSorryin his direction.
He opens his window and leans his head out. “What’s the issue?” he grumbles as he slaps his hand against the door of his truck, looking downright exasperated.
I try not to smile. “I don’t know! It just stalled and won’t start again.”
“Let me look under the hood. Pop it. Or do you even know how to do that?”
Left to my own devices, I would definitely love the opportunity to kill Carl Bush.
“Oh, I couldn’t bother you with that,” I reply with fake sweetness.
“Not a bother if it gets you out of my way,” he says, stepping out and slamming his door behind him. “I’ve got important business here on the farm. My son, Emmett, asked me here.”
My blood pressure spikes as he steps out of his car.
Carl Bush is the type of man I’ve spent the last two years avoiding at all costs.
“No, he didn’t,” I say, calling his bluff. I don’t want this man anywhere near Emmett.
The man stops and regards me skeptically. His eyes are watery and cruel.
“I’m his father,” he bites out, like that means a single thing after the way he’s treated him.
“Yup. And he turned out well despite you.”
“Aha!” Carl laughs, an evil raspy laugh. “I get it now. You’re spreading your legs for him.” He shakes his head, chuckling to himself, like this is entertaining.
“Honey, one day you’re going to wake up and realize you’re just another gash in a string of meaningless fucks. The only thing that boy has ever cared about is himself and his career. And something tells me you’re about to learn that the hard way.”
His cruel words are intended to cause damage, but I don’t let them. Instead, I stand with a cocked hip staring him down, like the pathetic little man I know he is. One who’s been picking on a ten-year-old boy for the past two decades.
Emmett told me once that having no dad wasn’t always worse than having one. I didn’t understand it then, but I do now.
And my heart breaks for him. For what he’s been through. And for what he continues to endure.
I suspect he only tolerates Carl and his shit to protect the Brandts and their peace.
“Say what you will, Carl. You tried to break him, and you failed. You don’t know him at all, but I do. I’ve seen the best version of him, a version that you’ll never get to see, because he’ll never share it with you. He knows you’re trash, and so do I. So why don’t you—”
The click of a gun loading freezes me in place.
“Go fuck yourself, Carl.” Emmett’s oma, Tina, snarls from behind me, where she’s emerged from behind one of the farm’s outbuildings. “That’s what the girl was about to say. Go fuck yourself. But I will elaborate by adding, fuck all the way off, you piece of absolute trash—you know you’re not welcome on this property.”
The man rolls his eyes at the old woman and the large hunting rifle she’s pointing in his direction.
“Roll your eyes again, sonny. I’ll blast you off the face of this planet. Let my daughter finally rest and my grandson sleep peacefully. You’re lucky I haven’t caught you sneaking onto my property before this.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Don’t try me. You’ve messed with Emmett for long enough. I’m not letting you intimidate her.” The clicking sound of her disengaging the safety echoes in the tense atmosphere. “So watch yourself. You don’t grow up on a farm and end up a shitty shot, Carl.”
“Calm down, Tina. I’m just here to see my boy.”
“Carl, that child has never been your boy. He’smyboy. You’re just a trespasser and sperm donor. So, if you don’t take your janky-ass truck off my property and never come back, I’m going to show you exactly how my daddy taught me to shoot. And I’ll give you a hint—it’s not to kill, and it’s not between the eyes.”
