I seem to be catching up with this story every three parts or so.
From part five:
“A boy? No wonder you don’t want to leave, you damn slut.”
Clark heard that and froze, mindlessly squeezing the knife in his hand. It crumpled like tinfoil. His mother gasped, unaware of what was causing the reckless loss of control for Clark but she had to snap him out of it. She lightly touched his shoulder, but he didn’t respond, merely furrowed his brow and listened.
“—it’s not like that Dad! He saved me. I almost died.”
“Right. The car crash. That was your mother’s car! You’re causing so many damn problems. If only you’d have been a son. He’d have managed to make it through a little road trip without crashing the car.”
Lois was crying softly, horrified and yet unable to hang up.
“Cry you damn bitch. Just like your mother. Go get down on your knees for some country hack and enjoy a little roll in the hay. Then come crawling back to me when you’re pregnant and alone.”
Her father angrily slammed the phone down and Lois sat for a moment, shell shocked and shaking.
Holy shi-I mean crap! Really, I meant to say crap!
I imagine this was the expression on my face when I read that.
And this last part was just so wonderful! I can't wait to read more. Although, I fear that something bad is going to happen next--something bad ALWAYS happens next!
