"Don't fucken touch me, Ray!"  A Corona bottle flew past my head, empty naturally.  There was no way that Dolly would chuck anything with a drop of alcohol left in it.

That was my cue, I'd take the twins outside, while Dolly and Ray battled it out in the double wide.

"Why's momma fightin' with daddy?" Ray Jnr always asked the same question, and I had the answer this time.

"I don't know, honey. Just go over to Lou and play, alright?" What else could I say? Daddy's an alcoholic bastard who fiddles with little girls and moms found out? Get a six year old to understand that.

Yes, you heard right, my step-father likes 'em young.  Fortunately, he lost interest in me after fourteen, didn't help with my damages though.  It wasn't like I spilled the beans though, couldn't do that to Dolly.  She'd had her fair share of drama in her life; mosty self inflicted but still.  Margot's thirteen year old daughter broke the news, she's knocked up.  So now we have a new addition to our 'family' in the form of the unborn demon spawn growing inside of the thirteen year old wash out.  What a start to juvenile life huh?

"Anna! You get in here!" I heave myself inside, I can't say that I am looking forward to this confrontation.

"Yeah, momma?"

"Has Ray messed around with you?" How can I answer that with the oversized, sweaty pig is staring at me with his fists cleched?

The slap to the face doesn't help my concentration; "Well, has he?"

I shrug, sure he has, every night while you were dancing around a pole mom.  "No." Hey, lying is genetic right?

Another slap; "Are you lying to me?"

"Why would I lie? You know I hate Ray." How much conviction can I say that with? I detest the man, he ruined my life.  It would take years of state sponsored therapy to fix all my breaks.

"I told you the little slut next door lied." Ray cooes in Dollys ear, he holds her close against his super-sized qrotesqueness.

He looks over at me with approving eyes, I guess sixteen will do for him again.