Jenny and John
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 8: Derrick the Pimp Comes for a Visit
Jenny and I were in the kitchen when a Corvette pulled up in front of the house. Jenny looked out and said, “Oh my god, it’s Derrick!”
I went to the door and opened it to confront him. Derrick walked up to me and asked, “Are you John Paterson?”
I was not about to lie. The name Paterson was on the mailbox, “Yes, I am. What do you want?”
Derrick stuck his finger in my face and said, “I am here for that bitch Jenny, and don’t give me any of your lip fuck-head.”
I was not about to back down and told him Jenny was not going anywhere with him. That’s when he sucker-punched me and pushed his way into the house.
Derrick spotted Jenny and yelled at her to pack her bags and get in the car.
Jenny screamed at him to get out, or she would call the cops as she came over to help me up.
Derrick snarled at her, “Shut up bitch before I put you in the hospital again,” and went to grab her arm.
That’s when Dad walked in. “Hold it right there, big boy. This is only a .22, but two shots in the chest will put you on your knees quick enough. Now, back off!”
Derrick froze.
Dad looked at me and asked, “Is this the guy that beat on Jenny?”
Still rubbing my jaw where Derrick punched me, I answered, “Yes, it is.”
Dad lowered the pistol and pulled the trigger, “Oops, sorry about that, guess I forgot to put the safety on.”
Derrick howled and whined, “You shot me, you hick town asshole. I am going to sue your ass.”
“You will need a police report to do that, and what are you going to say, ‘I was trespassing, assaulted his son, and threatened his houseguest?’ By the way, the hick town police chief is my cousin.”
Dad threw him a dish towel and told him, “Wrap this towel around your foot and get the hell out of here before I decide your balls will make a better target. Take a right at the end of the street. There is a clinic a couple of miles down on your right.”
Grabbing the towel, Derrick clenched his teeth, “Okay, I’m leaving. You can keep the bitch. There are plenty more where she came from.” Derrick hobbled out of the kitchen door, leaving a bloody sneaker print every other step he took.
The next day, I had a call from the hospital. It was Delores, the nurse from the emergency room at Memorial Hospital. She sounded in a bit of a panic as she started to tell me how Derrick had tricked a Candy Striper into getting Jenny’s file under the pretense that he was a worried relative and wanted to know her condition. Then he grabbed the file and saw where Jenny had listed my name and phone number as her emergency contact.
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