Somewhere With You

"But if he doesn't want it I don't want it either." He sighed softly.

"Rick.....that is your baby. You are going to have it and imma go get it. Matter of fact im going now." Mike got up and put on his coat.

Rick was nervous.... what would his baby be like??
"Fine... I love you... mom." He smiled softly, kissing Mike's forehead.

"Love you too baby." Mike left and came back a few hours later with another child.

This child was not happy. Zacary Evan McGuire was fourteen years old. His shoulder length died black hair hung like a curtain in front of his face with two bright, piercing blue eyes shining through. He had not really wanted to come to wherever this place was but the man who came for him had insisted, he didn't even know his name. He bit his lip, tongue tracing one of his two snake bit piercings.
He eyed everyone in the room warily. And everyone was in the living room, excited to see the new child.
Zac just stayed silent, arms folded across his chest as he glared up at the man who had retrieved him from his home. Sure, it wasn't much of a home but hell, at least there was no one there to bother him. Here there were so many fucking people...
Yeah, he was not a people person.

Mike looked down at him.
"Ummm okay since your going to look at me like imma monster fine. Im Mike, your grand mother." Mike smiled sweetly, opening his arms for a hug.

Zac made a face, his nose crinkling as he cautiously stepped into the open arms. He made no move to hug his grandmother or reject him. He simply stood there.

Mike wrapped his arms around the child, giving him a warm hug.
"Nice to meet you....?"

"Sure." Zac said, swinging his hair out of his face as he stepped away, straightening his jacket.
"Well, um, why am I here again?" He raised a thin eyebrow.

"Because your daddy wanted you. We just knew you were here. We wanted you home." Mike grinned.

"My daddy?" He chuckled bitterly. "Well last time I checked, usually when a kid is killed in their mother's stomach it means they are NOT wanted. What makes now any different?"

Kevin frowned.
"Your father wanted to keep you. It was your mother who threw you away. No, your daddy begged for your life." Kevin spoke clearly, his eyes focused on the kid.

Zac watched Kevin for a minute, taking him in.
"Alright, who's the cripple?" He asked.
Rick stood and walked towards his son.
"The INJURED MAN is your new mother. And I DO NOT want you calling him that young man." He knelt down slightly so he was eye to eye with the young boy.
"Ah, so here is daddy dearest. Tell me father, what is my name?" Zac said, amused smirk on his face.
"Syd and I never named you... I don't know."
"Exactly." Zac rolled his eyes.
"Well what is it? Who named you?"
"It is Zac. Evan. McGuire. ANd I named myself, is there a problem with that?"
"No. But there is a problem with the way you are talking to me, my mother and my fiance."
"Oh I'm so very very sorry daddy." Zac said sarcastically.

Mike frowned, the look on his face mirroring Kevin's.
"Yeah, Zac, you shouldn't speak to us like that. We are your family." Mike knelt beside Rick.
Biddy took Kevin's hand.

"Gee some family. I've been alone for fourteen years. Wonder why I'm so bitter?" He asked sarcastically.

"Alright. We get it. Boo fucking hoo. Stop feeling sorry for yourself." Biddy snapped at him.
Kevin nudged him. "Shhh back off Biddy bird...'

"Y'know what? Fuck blondie over there." He jerked his thumb to Biddy. "Fuck all of you. I'm going home." He rolled his eyes and darted for the door.

Biddy growled, off the couch in seconds, blocking the door.
"Just who in the fuck do you think your talking to? You straighten your bitter ass up before one of us whip your ass. Your not too old for a spanking ya little brat." Biddy was seething. Kevin rolled over and patted his arm. "Calm down Biddy."
"NO HE CALLED YOU A CRIPPLE! HE IS DISRESPECTING ALL OF US!" Kevin nudged him again. "I know but yell wont help."
"No but a good ass whippin' will."
"Biddy please, for me?"
"Fine..." He grumbled and stepped back to the couch to let Kevin block the door.

"Huh, blondies got a bit of a temper don't he?" Zac chuckled. "Now can someone please wheel the cripple out of the way before I hurt him?"

"Oh fuck no!" Higgy had to grab Biddy around the wait before he choked the fucking kid.
"YOU DONT CALK HIM THAT! LEMME GO HIGSTER IMMA ABOUT TO OPEN A CAN OF WHOOP ASS ON THAT FUCKING BRAT!!!"
Mike frowned. "Zac, you had better not hurt him..."
He doubted the kid could.

Zac took a step closer to Biddy, chuckling softly as he watched him.
"He won't." Rick shook his head at Mike as he watched Zac. "I just know he won't." Zac shot his father a glare.

Biddy was spitting and hissing like a animal.
"NO HE FUCKING WONT! LITTLE FUCKER IS TOO WEAK TO HURT KEVIN! HE IS BLUFFING, JUST BEING A LITTLE CUNT!"
Kevin shook his head. "Biddy! Don't call him that!"
"WELL THATS WHAT HE IS! OH FUCK! HIGGY HOLD ME BACK OR ELSE IMMA FUCKING KICK HIS ASS!!!!!"

"Now, if evryone hates me so much why can't I leave?"
"Because you are my son and even though you are, as Biddy put it, being a cunt, I love you and I want to spend time with you. But you are going to apologizze to my fiance."

Kevin looked at Rick.
"He don't have to, not like anything he said wasn't true. All he did was call me cripple and I kinda am." Kevin looked up to see his mother standing near his father, and Higgy trying to calm Biddy down.

"He is going to. You are not a cripple." Rick said sternly.
"Um isnt the definition of cripple someone in a wheel chair or disabled or whatever?" Zac asked.
"A cripple is not a nice term for that. He is INJURED you hear me?" He cupped Zac's chin in his hand.
"Yes sir." Zac rolled his eyes.