The next morning Davy awoke before anyone else. He quietly got dressed then went downstairs. After checking on the kids he decided to go to the park.
This is a perfect time for me to clear my head. he thought.
"Hey Davy. Where's your trio?" their friend Stan asked.
"Still asleep. I had to get away for a spell." Davy said shooting a basket.
"You guys fighting?"
"No." Davy said. He then told him about Jesse and Heather.
"What are you guys gonna do?"
Davy sighed. "I don't know." He felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around and seen Jack.
"What do you want?" Davy asked coldly.
"I wanted to talk to you. I know you care about my kids."
"That makes one of us." Davy replied. His tone still cold as ice.
Jack gave him a sharp look. "I'd watch my tone young man."
Davy folded his arms. "What do you want?"
"I want you and your friends to back off. I really do care about my kids."
"Since when? When you beat them, or scream at them, or is it when you ingore them?"
"You don't understand. I didn't mean to hurt them." Jack insisted.
"Right."
"I don't care for your tone." Jack snapped.
"I'm not one of your kids. So stop trying to control me." Davy replied.
Jack gave Davy another angry look.
"What are you gonna do? Hit me? Go ahead." Davy snapped.
He was far too angry to care that Jack was a lot bigger than him.
"I'm asking you. Tell your friends to back off."
"Are you threating me?" Davy demanded.
"More like warning." Jack replied.
He patted Davy's shoulder as he was leaving. Davy glared at the older man.
"Oh. Just so you know. Lawyer's cost money. And I don't think you boys have much. Remember that." Jack tauted.
Davy nodded. "You're right. At times we don't have much money. My grandfather does though. And he'd be more than happy to send me whatever we need for this case. And so would our landlord. He told us if we ever need anything to go see him. So I think we can manage."
Jack looked scared by this. He was about to say something else but stopped himself. He walked away.
Stan gave Davy a concerned glance. "What was that about?"
"Long story." Davy replied. He drew a breath and headed back for the pad.
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"Where'd you go shotgun?"
"The park." Davy replied keeping his tone light.
"Peter taught me to make french toast." Heather grinned.
"That's nice love." Davy forced a smile.
"What's wrong?" Peter asked with a frown.
"Nothing." Davy said taking a sip of milk.
After everyone finished breakfast Davy began to wash the dishes.
"Okay. Spill it." Peter said folding his arms.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Davy replied putting away the silverware.
"Don't give me that. You've barely said a word since you got home from the park. You're quiet but never this quiet. So tell me. Did something happen at the park?"
Davy looked around. Then at Peter. "You cannot tell anyone, especially Mike. I saw Jack at the park. He was trying to threating me...well us to back off."
Peter drew a sigh. "What are we going to do?"
"Let's let Mike's girlfriend handle it." Davy said with a light laugh.
"Davy! They're not going out yet."
"Yet, is the key word Peter." Davy laughed. Then turned serious. "Please don't tell Mike. Everything's been setting him off lately. And if he hears this-"
"It won't be a pretty picture. Gotcha. Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me." Peter nodded.
"Thanks mate."