“You’re the ones fuckin’ scaring her with all those fuckin’ guns drawn.”
“Scott, this isn’t going to end well.”
“Yeah, it ain’t, no matter what fuckin’ happens.”
A sharp crack could be heard and Judd’s heart leapt out of his chest. “NO!” He jumped to his feet and began to sprint toward the back door.
Someone hooked him around the waist and pulled him to a halt. He began to struggle, but he was put in a hold that was not only painful but made it impossible to break free.
“Lemme go!”
“Calm down, kid. You can’t go in there.”
“That’s my sister!”
“She’ll be fine.”
“No, she won’t!”
More shouts, and boots stomping on the bare floors. His mother was shrieking and his father bellowing out non-stop curses.
It sounded like a cluster-fuck.
But somehow through all that craziness and even through the pounding in his ears, he heard it.
Jemma screaming. Crying. Calling out Judd’s name.
Judd lost all his strength and just went limp in the pig’s hold. His head dropped and he blinked back the tears that threatened to escape.
“Jemma,” he whispered.
The pig’s radio squawked and Judd heard that Ox was in custody with just minor injuries and the woman and child were unharmed. That made him breathe a little easier.
“Lemme go!” Judd yelled.
“You need to stay out of the way. If you don’t, I’m taking you into custody.”
Judd bit back his, “Fuck you,” and nodded his head instead.
The pig slowly released him and as soon as he did, Judd ran toward the front of the house, the pig yelling at him.
He slid to a stop as he saw a bunch of the military-like five-oh surge from the house with his father in custody.
However, it took a few of them to handle him because Ox wasn’t going without a fight.
As Judd went to move toward them, an arm hooked him about the neck, cutting off his air. “Don’t get any closer or you’re going to end up just like your old man.”
Judd forced a “Fuck you,” past his crushed windpipe.
“Got a great future ahead of you, asshole. Just like him. Just give yourself a few years, if you live that long.”
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you, you scum-suckin’ pig!
As they tried to drag Ox down the porch steps, he did a reverse head-butt and slammed the pig behind him in the nose. Blood gushed from the oinker’s face and there were a bunch of yells, a raised metal baton and then it cracked his pop alongside his already bleeding head.
Ox dropped to his knees, his head hanging, the only thing keeping him from collapsing all the way to the concrete was the pigs hauling him back up. When they did, he spat a big, bloody hocker in one of their faces.
Judd shouted as everything became a blur. His father was shoved to the ground, a shin was pinned to his throat, and someone yelled, “Get a mask,” as they shoved his face into the concrete.
Another one yelled, “Seems like someone earned himself a spit tax.”
And then several of them began kicking his pop’s ribs and stomping on him with their boots.
“No!” Judd only came out as a squeak because of the arm on his own throat.
A flash caught his attention and he saw his mother, Trixie, rushing out of the house, screaming like a wild woman, her hair flying behind her, her face twisted as she launched herself at one of the five-oh beating his father up.
Another pig grabbed her, threw her to the ground and tried to pin her down, but she kept fighting. She was snapping with her teeth, clawing and spitting, too.
Then local five-oh joined in and got her cuffed.
When the dust settled, his parents were both detained with cuffs binding their wrists and ankles, and masks pulled over their heads. Five-oh dragged his father to a car, while a couple of them carried his mother.
She was still screaming but his pop was quiet as fuck.
Had they killed him?
One of the uniformed oinkers was yelling at him, “Double murder charge, resisting arrest, agg assault on several police officers, enough drugs in plain sight for a possession and intent to distribute charge. Illegal firearms. The list is fucking endless, Scott. You aren’t ever seeing your kids again. Probably better for them anyway, give them a better future than an animal like you would ever give them.”
The pig loosened his grip just enough for Judd to catch his breath. “Lemme go!” he cried. “Lemme go!”
“Who can come get you and your sister?”
“No one!”
“If you don’t have anyone, Child Services will take both of you and split you two up.”
“No! I’m sixteen and old enough to take care of her ‘til they come home.”
“No, you’re not. And your parents aren’t coming home any time soon. Both will be going away for a long time.”
What? “Even my mom?”
“She’s getting charged with agg assault on a police officer, and there were enough drugs in the house to be charged with possession with the intent to deliver. You probably won’t see her for the next five to seven years.”
Holy shit. That can’t be true! He couldn’t raise Jemma by himself for that long. He didn’t have money. He didn’t even have a damn job. He didn’t have shit. The only thing he had was what his parents had provided.
How was he going to take care of his baby sister?
“Got family close by we can call?” another pig asked as he approached with a pad and pen.
Judd blinked. Who the hell would want to take him and Jemma in?
The only person he could think of was his pop’s sister.
But before he could tell the pig that, another oinker came out of the house carrying Jemma, whose face was ravaged from crying.
Holy shit.
Judd ripped from the pig’s grasp and as he got closer, Jem spotted him and screamed, “Judd!” holding out her arms to him.
He snatched his sister out of the pig’s arms and she clung to him, snot running out of her nose and tears a constant stream down her cheeks. “It’s okay, Jem. It’s okay. Promise. Gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”
The slam of car doors had him turning and watching the pig mobiles tear off down the street, one carrying their mother, the other their father.
He squeezed Jemma tighter. He had no fucking clue how he would do it, but he’d do everything he could to take care of her.
He just hoped he didn’t fail.
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