Sins of the Father

Chapter Fourteen

"Little girl, wake up! Mercy!"

Happy's incessant shaking of her pulled her out of the nightmare that she had been trapped in. it was the same nightmare that she had been having for years, since she was twelve.

"Sorry," Mercy sat up in the bed. She was breathing heavily and was completely covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"Don't be sorry." Happy sat up and wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her temple softly. "What were you dreaming about, baby?"

Mercy shook her head. "It's the same dream that I've been having for years. It's stupid."

"Ain't stupid if you've been dreaming about it for years." He gave her waist a little squeeze. Then he moved to lean back against the headboard of the bed and opened his arms to her. "Come here and tell me about it."

"It really is dumb." Mercy moved to cuddle against his bare chest. She was still naked from her bath, but she had grown almost entirely comfortable in Happy's presence. She didn't doubt for a second that he found her attractive; his words and actions before they went to bed served as proof. "When I was twelve, I found a book at the library that detailed my dad's murders. This was around the same time that my mom's funny moods started happening more frequently. I started dreaming from the point of view of my dad's last victim...who was also twelve. I don't know what it means."

"I think it means that your crazy bitch of a mom has mindfucked you into feeling guilty for being alive. You need to stop spending so much time with that bitch." Happy did not hide how he felt about her mom.

"Can't really control that. I live and work with the woman."

"Move in here with me."

"No." Mercy sat up to look at him.

"Don't play with me, little girl." Happy growled at her.

"Don't you play with me, Happy," she growled right back.

He laughed at her. The rat bastard really had the balls to laugh at her.

"It's not funny, Happy," she glared at him. "I don't just live with her. I work with her too. My whole life basically revolves around the woman."

"Yeah," Happy nodded. "That's the fucking problem."

"I like what I do. I like working with Austen. I like helping to run the diner," Mercy continued to argue with him.

"Start your own," Happy shrugged. "There's a space for lease next door to my tattoo shop. I'll front you the start-up cost."

"Happy, it is way too late at night to be having this conversation." It was also wholly in-fucking-sane. "Can we please just go back to sleep? I'm tired."

"Fine." Happy laid back down and pulled Mercy to lay cuddled upon his chest. "But this conversation isn't over, little girl."

It was if Mercy had anything to say about it.