"What the fuck?" Corey screams, his eyes bugging out. "The hell?"
Ed and I stand like statues, not really knowing what to do next. For the first time all night, I look closely at Corey. He looks ridiculous with his Prom King crown sliding halfway down his head, and he’s still got that purple velvet cape draped about his shoulders. He’s drunk and his eyelids are at half-mast, which makes for a volatile situation because it means he’s unpredictable. Shit. I don’t want to antagonize the boy and make things worse than they already are.
But then Corey raises a hand and points at me. His voice is loud and slurred.
"You are a whore. You are a slut. You led me on, with your little peep show, showing off your slutty pussy and tits. I’ve seen you naked. And why would you do that? Because you’re a whore. Then you wouldn’t go out with me even though you led me on by getting naked. What a fucking joke.” He snorts drunkenly. "I’m glad you turned me down because if you hadn’t, I’d be dating a slut and not even know it."
"That’s enough, Corey," Ed says, his tone ominous. "We get it. You’re angry that things didn’t go your way this time. But I want you to stop insulting Maggie because I want you to know that I love Maggie and I want to be with her. We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and we’ve gotten to know each other well.”
Wow. Ed said he loves me, and he said it to his son, no less! I’m blown away as happiness washes over my frame. Honestly, if we were alone, I’d run to the alpha male and wrap my arms around him before smothering him in kisses. But unfortunately, we have an unwelcome intruder.
Corey sneers derisively.
"Really, love? You think that’s what it is? Don’t forget that I saw everything, and that includes this whore’s dirty strip tease. Even more, it disgusts me to see my own father’s dick in that slut’s pussy. You weren’t even using a condom. Who does that? Aren’t you the one who constantly keeps on me to wear a condom for fear of STDs? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Plus, that slut you’re banging is probably filled with diseases that she’s more than happy to pass along to you. And what if you get her pregnant? You want an infant at your age? You’re an old man, don’t forget.”
Corey’s stumbles upright, tucking his dick in his pants while straightening the crown on his head.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” he spits at me again. “What a whore.”
Teras spring to my eyes because I’ve never had someone treat me like this. Meanwhile, Ed’s brow clouds with anger.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that because this is a difficult situation for us all. But get out, Corey. Now,” the older man hisses at his son.
Corey merely laughs like a hyena while trying to get his pants zipped up.
“Oh yeah? Or what? Maybe Maggie should come service me instead. What about it, baby girl? You ready to take another dick in that dirty twat?”
Ed steps forward, ready to deck his son, but I intervene, clasping at his arm.
“It’s not worth it,” I whisper.
Ed doesn’t even turn to look at me.
"Maggie, don’t,” he grinds between his teeth. "He deserves the ass-whupping he’s about to get.”
"No," I whisper back. "Because I have news too and this needs to be said right now." Then I turn to Corey.
"Actually, Corey, you had one thing right. Your father and I love each other, and not only that, but I’m pregnant. You’re going to be an older brother soon, and I was hoping that you’d be a positive role model.”
The young boy stares at me.
“Wha--?” he asks, totally stunned.
I nod firmly.
“You guessed right,” I say in a cool tone. “I’m pregnant by your father, and I’m keeping the baby, which means that there will be another child in the household. I hate to call you out, but your behavior clearly points to immaturity, not to mention insanity. Now—”
But before I can finish, Corey literally screams while clasping his cheeks with agony.
“Another child?” he shrieks. “But I’ve always been number one!”
Ed and I share a look.
“You’ll always be my number one,” Ed says in a soothing voice to his son. “This baby won’t change that. It just means that when you come home from college on breaks, there will be a little brother or sister who adores you,” he adds.
But Corey just screams again before running out of the classroom like his hair’s on fire. The door behind him closes with a slam and Ed and I are left in the silence of the darkened room again. We stare at one another as my heart thumps in my throat. It’s Ed who finally breaks the silence.