The Truck

Kent looked to Tam and nodded. "I...I don't know what he wants, but he wants me to get the truck, so..." He said with a grimace. A part of him did not want to go, but he knew he needed to. If his father called him again, he would be tempted to break the blasted thing.

Considering they were at the hospital, he knew he could walk it from there. "Text me the address to this place and I can show up there once I get the truck if you like." He told Tam before heading out.

He really did not wish to leave her at a time like this, but the nagging feeling in his gut was telling him something had to be done.

River watched as Kent left and frowned. "Where's he going?"

--

When Kent got home, he was greeted by his truck sitting in the driveway instead of the backyard. Sliding a hand along it as he made his way to the front door, a sinking feeling stabbing at his stomach, the brunette prepared for the worst. He knew that this could end badly, but he needed the keys to the truck.

Before he could even unlock the door, it swung open to reveal his father. "You took your sweet fucking time." The man snapped.

"Sorry, got caught up...you wanted me to pick up the truck?" Kent said.

"Yeah, grab the rest of your worthless crap and get the hell out. I don't want you coming back here. You're nineteen years old, Kent, and it's time you moved out to live on your own."

"But I don't have the money for that!" The brunette blurted as panic stabbed into his mind. "I need time to earn the money back that you-"

A strong grip was suddenly on his arm and Kent got dragged into the house and to his room where he was thrown to the floor. "Get your shit and get out! I don't want to see your face again!" His father yelled.

"Dad, I told you I do-"

"Do not call me that! I am not your father!"

"What?" Kent's brain froze for a moment. "But..."

"Your father is some dumb fuck in prison." The man sneered. "Now, get out!"

Unable to argue, brain too shocked to understand what was going on, Kent began to pack everything he could. Sadly, this was not much since he was always at work most days. It all easily fit in a large suitcase that he zipped tightly shut.

On his way to the front door, he stopped to look at the man claiming not to be his father. "I need the keys..."

"To what?" The man replied.

"The truck..."

"Oh, that...in the truck."

Frowning, Kent went outside and tried to open the driver's side door, only to find it locked. Cursing, he tried the passenger side and found it too was locked. Looking inside, he found his keys sitting in the ignition.

"Fuck..." Kent muttered, looking back to the house where his not-father stood waiting. He knew exactly what the man expected of him.

--

Kevin frowned and looked at the floor. "I know...but...hey...your kiss..." He said before suddenly getting up and making a fast beeline for the bathroom. Not even wasting time with the door, he soon vomited the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

Bonnie hopped off Max's shoulders and rolled her eyes, very aware that Kevin had drank far too much.