The Life of Buddy

Parker

Eight years ago...

Burt was in the shower when his phone went off as it sat on the dresser. Elizabeth eyed it suspiciously as she wondered which one of his whores was calling him.

She walked over to the phone and saw that it was Diane. Anger grew inside of her at the sight of her name. Out of all Burt's sluts she was the worse. Trash is what she was. Disgusting trailer park trash. Her and her worthless son.

Probably looking for more money she thought. The gold digging tramp won't be satisfied until she bleeds us dry.

I'm going to finally give that slut a piece of my mind she thought as  anger rose inside of her. Both she and her retarded little bastard need to get of get out of our lives for good.

And take the rest of the homewrecking harlots and their bastards with them.

"What do you want." Elizabeth said angrily. Silence. "I said what do you want!"  Her body shook with annoyance. She wanted to reach through the phone and strangle the woman. "I can hear you breathing are you going to answer me or not you piece of crap."

"Can I talk to daddy?" A trembling young voice said.

Her eyes narrowed and a snarl former across her face. Just hearing the sound of her demon spawn made her sick to her stomach.

If I could get away with running the little brat over with my car I would.

"What do you want Parker?" She asked in a nasty tone.

"To talk to daddy."  The nervous boy asked.

"Well you can't talk to him he's busy." She said. "What do you want from him? More money? To buy you some stupid toy you don't deserve."

"I want to know if he can come to my play."

"He's not coming to your stupid play Parker." She said. "Look you need to stop calling Parker. He doesn't love you and he doesn't want to be your daddy anymore. Now stop calling him you little monster."

A satisfied grin crossed her face as the nine year old burst into tears. She the hung up the phone as feeling of triumph filled her.

Now...

Burt raced down the highway towards Mercy Hallow swerving in and out of traffic as his pounded in his chest harder than it ever had before.    Dial came over the phone speaker as he desperately tried to get in touch with the father of the Mercer boys.  "Come on pick up, pick up."  He said frantically.  And once again it went voicemail.  "Martin this Burt again!"  He yelled as he swerved around a car who blared his horn at him. "I need you to call me back and I need you to do it now." He grit his teeth as he spoke.  "I am not messing around Martin.  Nothing and I mean absolutely better happen to my boy."

He hung up and was about to call him again when the phone began to rang.  Diane's name appeared on the screen.  "Hey Diane."  He said as he turned his wheel to get behind a truck.

"Burt what is going on?"  Her voice was filled with worry.

"Parker's been gambling."  He said but had a feeling that was not going to be a revelation to him.

"I know."  Diane said.  Of course you did.  "I gave him five hundred dollars to pay them."

"You gave him five hundred dollars."  He said in dismay.

"Yes he promised that he would pay them."

"Come on Diane you know better than to take the word of an addict."  She could not be that naive. 

"He said that he was not addicted."  Diane told him.  "That it was aone time thing and he would never happen again."

If Burt's hands were gripped tightly around the wheel he would have face palmed.  "And you believed that."