"To thine own self be true" Yellowstone fanfiction

chapter 8 "we've got tonight"

2007
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I stood at the kitchen with at least twenty books open across the entire kitchen island. I studied night and day. Learning everything from the anatomy of a cow to an elephant to a human adult to a human infant. I was fascinated. Although I loved learning about medical terms and anatomy, I would never find myself going to school for it. I always believed people who went to school were unsure of themselves and needed to learn and be taught by someone else. I would find myself staring deep inside of these books simply just writing notes. I glanced up from one of the many books. "Can I help you?" I smirked as rip picked up one of the ungodly heavy books. "You planning on killing someone with this?" Rip snickered. I rolled my eyes. "can't a girl just read? You heard of reading haven't you?" Rip held his hand up doing a talking motion mocking my words. "Blah blah blah" he chuckled as he walked past the counter. "He isn't here" I say from staring down at a book. "He ain't back yet?" Rip questioned as he flipped a page in my book closest to him. I reached over the counter flipping the page back. "No he IS NOT back yet.  Ain't isn't a word rip"  

"Ain't, ain't no word?" rip smirked. I shook my head. "do I have to sit you down and teach you proper English?"

"As long as you have on one of them sexy school girl uniforms. I may or may not listen" rip glanced me up and down.  I laughed loudly. "fuck outta my house!"  He held his hands up defensively. "Fine fine. I may just take you up on that offer though" he smiled before he walked out of the front door. Replacing rips spot was young Casey. Casey looked ill. He was pale and physically upset. I stood straight from my slouching reading position. I walked over to him with concern. "What's going on Casey?" Casey shook his head and gulped. "I...I need to talk to you" I placed my hand on his head feeling of it was hot. It wasn't, although it was sweaty. "Go on baby. Talk" Casey looked around the room and the downstairs making sure the coast was clear. I watched him with even more concern. "What is it?" I questioned. He let out a long breath. "You...you Remember that...that uh Monica girl" he stuttered. I nodded "Roberts sister yeah?" Casey began to pace the floor. I watched him as my head followed his movement back and forth back and forth. "Well... I..I kinda... I.. uh I kinda knocked her up" he rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. My eyes widened. "Monica is pregnant!?" Casey bolted over putting his hand over my mouth "sh! Shh!!" I moved his hand "Casey! Do you have any idea how big of a responsibility that is!? Dad's gonna flip!" Casey shook his head frantically "no! No!! You can't tell him twitty!"

"Casey you can't hide a damn baby from your father! What is she gonna do with it? Have you talked to her?"

"Yeah...she's gonna keep it.." i sat down on the kitchen stool. I rubbed my face. "What do I do!" He said with a shakey voice. "You're gonna be a father Casey. What do you mean what do you do? You're going to man up and raise the child to your best abilities!" I scoffed in a laugh " 'what do I do' the hell you mean what do you do!? You're going to be there for her! But first things first you're gonna get your ass a job! You definitely are not sucking your daddies titty forever!" Casey looked down. "It's not the end of the world Casey. In my opinion this is a great thing. My only issue. Is her family. they're strict. I remember when Robert and I were together, they hated the fact that he was with a white girl... And now? A white boy knocking up their little girl. Psh! Good luck!" As I say so our front door released a loud bang. I walk over glancing out the open the door. There stood Monica, her grandfather Felix and of course Robert. I sighed looking up at the ceiling "for fuck sakes" I mumbled. "Can I help you?" I asked cheerfully. "I'm gonna kick your fucking ass!!" Robert yelled as Casey and I stepped out on the front porch. Robert  forcefully lunged at my young brother. Instantly I pulled out my pistol pointing it at Roberts chest. "either you get the fuck off my porch or I'm blowing a hole in your chest! You pick!!"