Three weeks have passed and Heather and Calvin are officially a couple. He really has her wrapped around his finger and his plan to infiltrate this white ****** is under way. She hasn't been happier and has been loving the way Calvin treats her - rough and dominant. Heather and Neil's divorce has just been finalized. She took half plus some generous child support, not to mention the house and everything in it. Neil now lives in a mediocre apartment downtown, where he's been wallowing in his despair and disillusion over everything that's happened.
Today is Briana's 18th birthday. It's a Saturday afternoon and this is the time for ****** and cake, tonight is the real party where she gets her expensive, lavish event with all her friends over, not to mention the live DJ. All on daddy's...dime, of course. A perfect party for the perfect, spoiled, privileged, barbie girl princess. It's also the day that Heather decided was perfect to introduce the kids to her new black boyfriend Calvin. The doorbell rings and the oldest ********, Krista, is the first to make it to the door. She opens the door to see this large black guy standing there.
"Hey, you must be Krista. I'm Calvin." He smiles down at her.
He plans on being as nice as possible to ease his way into their good graces.
"Oh, you're Calvin!" Krista enthusiastically exclaims in her bubbly, soft voice.
Mom never said her new boyfriend is black. She can't help but notice how big he is, but she's not surprised as mom mentioned he's a former heavyweight boxer who runs a gym. She's impressed looking at him, he looks young for being around mom's age and ruggedly handsome. A big upgrade over ***, she thinks.
"Yeah, haha," Calvin continues casually, "it's nice to meet you."
"You too." She smiles up at him.
He grabs her hand gently and raises it while bending down slightly to give it a kiss.
"You must take after your mom because you're beautiful, girl." Calvin compliments her in his confident, deep voice.
"Aha, thank you!" She blushes slightly and looks down.
Calvin looks her up and down subtly, thinking about how hot she is in person. Krista is a 5'6" hottie with long bleach blonde hair and a nice frame. Skinny but not too skinny, she has a tight ass and breast implants like her mom, though hers are a bit smaller at 32DD. Krista has attractive facial features as well, sultry eyes, a cute little nose, nice voluptuous lips, and nicely defined cheek bones, not to mention a slight tan on her smooth white skin. Calvin notices her pink lips and just overall slutty look and his mind is already running with dirty thoughts. She's a perfect bimbo party girl, dressed in tight yoga pants, furry boots above the feet and calves; and a very tight top with the midriff cut off. Her bust is accented perfectly. "Come in, please." She politely invites him in. "I'll go get my mom."
"A'ight, baby doll." He smiles at her once again.
Krista runs off up the stairs and Calvin checks out her tight ass and the slutty tramp stamp tat showing above her yoga pants. He bites his limp, loving the sight. Heather blissfully comes down the stairs, excited to see him.
"Hi, Calvin!" She excitedly approaches him.
She's the older version of Krista. Standing at around the same height, but with a bit more meat on her bones due to being older and having had three kids. And a very nice ass that the typical black guy loves. She's wearing a tight low-cut top under an equally tight vest which show off her 36DD fake tits. She has shoulder-length layered blonde hair with darker highlights, styled in a sort of bob-like cut. Her tight white pants perfectly display her rear. She's had some work done and looks younger than 42. The perfect MILF, a former stripper, retired barbie girl but can still turn heads.
"Hey, baby." He smiles down at her as they embrace and kiss with his big arms around her.
"I got some things for the kids." He says, holding a bag full of things to impress both her and her kids. He really wants to do a good job and leave a good impression, while also asserting some dominance and hopefully getting one or both of the ********* to be attracted to him eventually.
"You didn't have to do that!" She smiles widely up at him playfully.
"Yeah, well, you know. I know this all happened so fast for everyone. I just want them to like me." He retorts.
"Don't worry about it. They'll love you, I promise." Heather assures him. "Kids, come down here!" She shouts toward the stairs.
Krista comes down, with Briana following shortly.
"I believe you already met Krista."
"Yes I did." He smiles and nods, looking over at Krista.
"And this is our birthday girl Briana." She puts her arm around her ********.
"Hi." Briana smiles up at him.
"Well aren't you just the most adorable little thang, haha." Calvin chuckles. "Happy birthday, kiddo."
"Aha, thanks!" She bubbly replies up at him, blushing a little.
Calvin definitely likes what he sees. Briana also takes after mom very much. Both ********* do, in both appearance and personality it seems. Briana is a petite and pretty 5'2" teen, a small frame with a cute little butt, and perky 32c chest. She'll probably get some implants like older sister and mom when she's older. Her look is like a combination of scene and emo, preppy cheerleader and bimbo barbie girl like mom and sis.
Long blonde hair with black highlights underneath runs down her backside and front, just above her elbows; thick volume, parted across her face and teased up in the top. A shiny princess tiara rests on her head and a sparkly pink necklace with a sparkly 'B' pendant drapes over her neck and down her chest. She often wears somewhat heavy makeup, like today. She has the emo raccoon-eye look with a shade of pink above the black. She has big blue eyes with her lashes and eyebrows done perfectly. A cute little nose and pink lips, which are almost always a bright, sparkly pink color lip gloss. She's not as tan as her mother and sister are. A tight, pale pink t-shirt covers her perky chest and slim torso, while white booty shorts barely cover her tight little teenage ass.
"Mom said you were a big guy but not this big."
Calvin looks down, smirking and giving a slight chuckle.
"Briana!" Krista hastily whispers to Briana in a chastising tone while looking at her from the corner of her eye.
"Aha, thanks little lady. I just try to keep in shape I guess." Calvin responds.
"My big man." Heather says flirtatiously up at him as she approaches him, putting her hand on his wide chest and smiling up at him, their eyes meeting.
At the top of the stairs is the middle child and brother Patrick, who has been watching from afar, too nervous and shy to go down. He's surprised to see that mom's new boyfriend is black and it doesn't sit well with him. He hasn't been too pleased with mom since *** left, while Briana and Krista hardly cared, they were only concerned with daddy still giving them money. But Patrick has kept that to himself, and like most things has just let it happen without doing anything about it. He knows mom will start yelling for him soon, so he begrudgingly comes down slowly.
"Patrick, this is Calvin." Heather looks over her shoulder while her hand is still on Calvin's chest.
"Hey, what up, dawg?" Calvin says almost condescendingly, smiles and steps to Patrick to shake his hand. Calvin notices how much bigger his hand is compared to Patrick's and notices how timid Patrick is, he won't even look him in the eye. Calvin immediately knows that Patrick is a beta male like his father. Patrick is 5'10", just barely taller than *** and is a chubby kid, which he's subconscious about. Patrick timidly shakes his hand, looking uncomfortably at the ground.
"Hey." He responds quietly.
"Hey, you're 19, right? I got a son that age, I should bring him over sometime, you'd probably get along. Talk about girls, maybe go out partyin'." Calvin playfully jokes around.
"Ha, yeah." Patrick replies half-heartedly, feeling the subtle snickering and giggling of his pretty sisters, and also feeling like Calvin is being a bit condescending. He already knows he's probably not going to like Calvin. Calvin goes back to standing beside Heather, his arm around her, her hand on his chest.
"So, uhh, I brought some things for y'all. Just a little somethin'." He says while bending down to pick up the bag.
"Your mom told me you like scented candles, so I hope you like it." Calvin hands Krista a box with an expensive scented candle in it.
"Aw, thanks!" Krista smiles while receiving the gift.
Calvin reaches into the bag.
"This is for you, big man." He hands Patrick a pair of training gloves.
"Don't know if your moms mentioned it but I run a gym downtown, used to do a little boxing myself. Could show you a thing or two. You're welcome anytime for free lessons."
"Uhh, cool, thanks." Patrick replies, not at all interested in learning how to box or going to Calvin's gym.
"Try 'em on, champ." Calvin requests, nodding in Patrick's direction.
"Uhh, okay." Patrick complies and puts them on hastily. Calvin approaches Patrick and puts his hands up in a standard boxing stance. "Like this, big man."
Patrick mimics Calvin awkwardly to the quiet giggling of his sisters and mom. Pretty girls making fun of him being a common thing he's experienced. He's never taken seriously because he's a chubby loser beta male.
"Yeah, you'll get the hang of it, haha." While Patrick stands there feeling embarrassed, his cheeks turning a tad red, Calvin steps back and then reaches into his pocket.
"And this is for you, birthday girl." He pulls out a $100 gift card and hands it to Briana. "Your mom said you liked this place so you can pick out what you want."
"Thank you, Calvin!" Briana excitedly says in her sweet, bubbly voice while smiling up at him and taking the card.
"Anytime, baby ...girl." Calvin winks down at her playfully.
"That was nice of Calvin, huh kids?" Heather says while smiling up at Calvin, her hand back on his muscular chest. She's pleased and impressed that it went well.
"Thanks." Krista says before walking away.
"Yeah, thanks Calvin!" Briana says again in her sweet, cheery voice. She gives him a hug, her arms around his solid torso.
"Haha, no problem, baby." Calvin hugs her back with his left arm.
Patrick watches them hug and can't help but hate the sight of it. Some arrogant black guy just coming into his house for the first time and making his mom and sisters smile, his little sister hugging him.
"Yeah... Thanks." Patrick says lowly before heading back upstairs.
About an hour passes and everyone except Patrick is sitting in the living room making small talk and the girls are getting to know Calvin. Heather brought out some champagne for them to drink. Calvin is pouring the glasses and hands Briana one. She looks at mom.
"Go ahead, baby girl, it's your birthday." Calvin asserts.
He's already asserting dominance over the ****** in subtle ways and establishing himself. Briana drinks with the rest of them.
A few minutes later the doorbell rings and Heather gets up to get it. She opens the door.
"Neil! Hi..." Heather looks surprised. "What are you doing here? I thought we agreed that Briana would go over to your place later on before her big party."
She stands firmly in the doorway, arm leaning against the frame, hoping he doesn't see Calvin
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. Just thought I'd drop by and see everyone instead. You know, for old times sake. I miss my kids." Neil says pathetically. He hasn't even spoken to his ********* since he left as they haven't returned his calls.
"Now is not a good time." She says, hoping for him to go.
"Come on, Heather. I'll just be a minute." He tries to walk in but Heather stops him, pushing back on his chest.
"Neil... It's not a good time." She reiterates.
Neil's expression turns to confusion and puzzlement when he hears the laughter of a voice that definitely isn't any of his kids, followed by the giggling of one of his girls.
"What's going on?" He asks, letting himself in finally.
He marches past Heather and into the living room area. Heather follows, stammering in a panic but unable to find the right words to prevent what's going to happen. Neil stands there, looking at Calvin sitting on his couch with his ********* smiling. They notice him.
"Hi, ***." Briana says awkwardly, tension already filling the room.
"Hi, sweetie... Happy birthday." Neil says, looking back to Heather and then back to the couch.
"What is he doing here?" He looks back to Heather, his expression bewildered.
"Look, man..." Calvin starts, standing up. "I'll go." He says, thinking he should play things low-key for now and don't push it too hard.
"Don't." Heather interrupts him. "Just, stay there."
Briana and Krista sit there feeling uncomfortable, with Patrick now listening from the stairs.
"So, what... ...You... You bring this fucking guy to my house to sit with my *********, weeks after you kicked me out after years of giving you everything you ever wanted?" Neil begins, his voice rising in an outraged tone, the anger from the past few weeks built up and ready to be unleashed. "What? It wasn't enough that I let you fuck this... This ape... You divorce me and then bring him over to my kids, you fucking coal burner slut?" Neil shouts, his face turning red.
"What you say, punk bitch?" Calvin steps to Neil, noticing the racist comments, ready to beat his face in.
Patrick watches from the stairs, startled. The ********* sit there even more uncomfortable. Neil flinches, stepping back and gulping nervously.
"Calvin, please. Please don't." Heather gets in front of him and puts her hand on his chest, as Calvin leers at Neil.
"G-go ahead!" Neil's voice trembles, "Go ahead, hit me you violent animal." He says somewhat meekly while not looking Calvin in the eyes.
"Neil, just go before you get hurt." Heather shouts. The girls continue to look on.
"Yeah... I'll go. I'll leave you to continue to ruin our ******. Go fuck yourself, or better yet, go fuck your pet nigger." Neil puts emphasis on the final word, letting all his pent up angst out and growing some balls for once in his life, despite tears filling up his eyes and his voice nervously stammering. When he says it, he knows he went too far and panic fills his heart.
"***!" Krista exclaims while covering her mouth. Briana's jaw drops and they both look on with an ever more unfavorable opinion of their father. Calvin's eyes widen and he focuses on Neil as Neil looks back like a deer caught in headlights. He pushes Heather aside and grabs Neil, shoving him hard against the wall and holding him there by the scruff of his neck.
"What you say, cracka?" He says, barely opening his mouth, seething.
"I... I'm sor-" Neil stutters and flinches in a panic.
Calvin interrupts and throws him harshly to the ground as everyone gasps. Patrick watches but is too afraid to do anything. Calvin almost continues to beat him but he knows the girls are watching so he stops himself. Neil tries to get up but Calvin pushes him back down. From the ground, Neil sees Briana watching, covering her mouth and giggling a little. His heart breaks in two. He sees Krista shaking her head and Heather looking on with pity. Tears fill his eyes and he sobs a little.
"Get up." Calvin demands. "Get up!"
Neil nervously gets up, shaking. Calvin grabs him firmly and harshly leads him to the door and throws him out. Neil staggers away from the house, looking back in tears and then walks back to his car defeated.
"I'm sorry, everyone." Calvin cools down and faces Heather and the girls.
Patrick is still frozen in place, burning with hatred and stress.
"You don't have to say sorry. We're sorry our *** is a racist asshole." Krista retorts.
They really took Calvin's side and Neil really embarrassed himself in front of ...them.
"Yeah... He shouldn't have done that." Briana adds.
"It's okay. He had every right to be upset and violence is never the answer. I was wrong to do that." Calvin looks at them, trying to be diplomatic and nice.
"I should go." He looks to Heather.
"You don't have to." Heather replies.
"Yeah, you can stay." Briana smiles up at him.
"No, I really should go. It was really nice meeting everyone, though." Calvin smiles around the room to everyone, looking remorseful.
"You have fun tonight, baby girl." He smiles down to Briana, approaches her and then pats her on the head playfully. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks again, Calvin. It was nice meeting you too." Briana responds.
"Yeah, nice meeting you." Krista adds.
Heather follows Calvin to the door and they kiss.
"See you later, everyone. Talk to you soon."
"Bye!" The girls reply almost in unison.
Patrick continues to look on, resenting everything that just happened and resenting the fact that his sisters seem to really like Calvin and took his side against ***. Calvin leaves, smirking on his way to his car. He feels satisfied about what happened. Neil made a fool of himself and he made a good first impression on Heather's hot *********. He thinks about how hot they looked and looks back on the house with a confident smile.
"This all gon' be mine soon. I'm gonna own those pretty little white girls and soon they be callin' me daddy." He thinks to himself and then gets into his car to drive away.
Today is Briana's 18th birthday. It's a Saturday afternoon and this is the time for ****** and cake, tonight is the real party where she gets her expensive, lavish event with all her friends over, not to mention the live DJ. All on daddy's...dime, of course. A perfect party for the perfect, spoiled, privileged, barbie girl princess. It's also the day that Heather decided was perfect to introduce the kids to her new black boyfriend Calvin. The doorbell rings and the oldest ********, Krista, is the first to make it to the door. She opens the door to see this large black guy standing there.
"Hey, you must be Krista. I'm Calvin." He smiles down at her.
He plans on being as nice as possible to ease his way into their good graces.
"Oh, you're Calvin!" Krista enthusiastically exclaims in her bubbly, soft voice.
Mom never said her new boyfriend is black. She can't help but notice how big he is, but she's not surprised as mom mentioned he's a former heavyweight boxer who runs a gym. She's impressed looking at him, he looks young for being around mom's age and ruggedly handsome. A big upgrade over ***, she thinks.
"Yeah, haha," Calvin continues casually, "it's nice to meet you."
"You too." She smiles up at him.
He grabs her hand gently and raises it while bending down slightly to give it a kiss.
"You must take after your mom because you're beautiful, girl." Calvin compliments her in his confident, deep voice.
"Aha, thank you!" She blushes slightly and looks down.
Calvin looks her up and down subtly, thinking about how hot she is in person. Krista is a 5'6" hottie with long bleach blonde hair and a nice frame. Skinny but not too skinny, she has a tight ass and breast implants like her mom, though hers are a bit smaller at 32DD. Krista has attractive facial features as well, sultry eyes, a cute little nose, nice voluptuous lips, and nicely defined cheek bones, not to mention a slight tan on her smooth white skin. Calvin notices her pink lips and just overall slutty look and his mind is already running with dirty thoughts. She's a perfect bimbo party girl, dressed in tight yoga pants, furry boots above the feet and calves; and a very tight top with the midriff cut off. Her bust is accented perfectly. "Come in, please." She politely invites him in. "I'll go get my mom."
"A'ight, baby doll." He smiles at her once again.
Krista runs off up the stairs and Calvin checks out her tight ass and the slutty tramp stamp tat showing above her yoga pants. He bites his limp, loving the sight. Heather blissfully comes down the stairs, excited to see him.
"Hi, Calvin!" She excitedly approaches him.
She's the older version of Krista. Standing at around the same height, but with a bit more meat on her bones due to being older and having had three kids. And a very nice ass that the typical black guy loves. She's wearing a tight low-cut top under an equally tight vest which show off her 36DD fake tits. She has shoulder-length layered blonde hair with darker highlights, styled in a sort of bob-like cut. Her tight white pants perfectly display her rear. She's had some work done and looks younger than 42. The perfect MILF, a former stripper, retired barbie girl but can still turn heads.
"Hey, baby." He smiles down at her as they embrace and kiss with his big arms around her.
"I got some things for the kids." He says, holding a bag full of things to impress both her and her kids. He really wants to do a good job and leave a good impression, while also asserting some dominance and hopefully getting one or both of the ********* to be attracted to him eventually.
"You didn't have to do that!" She smiles widely up at him playfully.
"Yeah, well, you know. I know this all happened so fast for everyone. I just want them to like me." He retorts.
"Don't worry about it. They'll love you, I promise." Heather assures him. "Kids, come down here!" She shouts toward the stairs.
Krista comes down, with Briana following shortly.
"I believe you already met Krista."
"Yes I did." He smiles and nods, looking over at Krista.
"And this is our birthday girl Briana." She puts her arm around her ********.
"Hi." Briana smiles up at him.
"Well aren't you just the most adorable little thang, haha." Calvin chuckles. "Happy birthday, kiddo."
"Aha, thanks!" She bubbly replies up at him, blushing a little.
Calvin definitely likes what he sees. Briana also takes after mom very much. Both ********* do, in both appearance and personality it seems. Briana is a petite and pretty 5'2" teen, a small frame with a cute little butt, and perky 32c chest. She'll probably get some implants like older sister and mom when she's older. Her look is like a combination of scene and emo, preppy cheerleader and bimbo barbie girl like mom and sis.
Long blonde hair with black highlights underneath runs down her backside and front, just above her elbows; thick volume, parted across her face and teased up in the top. A shiny princess tiara rests on her head and a sparkly pink necklace with a sparkly 'B' pendant drapes over her neck and down her chest. She often wears somewhat heavy makeup, like today. She has the emo raccoon-eye look with a shade of pink above the black. She has big blue eyes with her lashes and eyebrows done perfectly. A cute little nose and pink lips, which are almost always a bright, sparkly pink color lip gloss. She's not as tan as her mother and sister are. A tight, pale pink t-shirt covers her perky chest and slim torso, while white booty shorts barely cover her tight little teenage ass.
"Mom said you were a big guy but not this big."
Calvin looks down, smirking and giving a slight chuckle.
"Briana!" Krista hastily whispers to Briana in a chastising tone while looking at her from the corner of her eye.
"Aha, thanks little lady. I just try to keep in shape I guess." Calvin responds.
"My big man." Heather says flirtatiously up at him as she approaches him, putting her hand on his wide chest and smiling up at him, their eyes meeting.
At the top of the stairs is the middle child and brother Patrick, who has been watching from afar, too nervous and shy to go down. He's surprised to see that mom's new boyfriend is black and it doesn't sit well with him. He hasn't been too pleased with mom since *** left, while Briana and Krista hardly cared, they were only concerned with daddy still giving them money. But Patrick has kept that to himself, and like most things has just let it happen without doing anything about it. He knows mom will start yelling for him soon, so he begrudgingly comes down slowly.
"Patrick, this is Calvin." Heather looks over her shoulder while her hand is still on Calvin's chest.
"Hey, what up, dawg?" Calvin says almost condescendingly, smiles and steps to Patrick to shake his hand. Calvin notices how much bigger his hand is compared to Patrick's and notices how timid Patrick is, he won't even look him in the eye. Calvin immediately knows that Patrick is a beta male like his father. Patrick is 5'10", just barely taller than *** and is a chubby kid, which he's subconscious about. Patrick timidly shakes his hand, looking uncomfortably at the ground.
"Hey." He responds quietly.
"Hey, you're 19, right? I got a son that age, I should bring him over sometime, you'd probably get along. Talk about girls, maybe go out partyin'." Calvin playfully jokes around.
"Ha, yeah." Patrick replies half-heartedly, feeling the subtle snickering and giggling of his pretty sisters, and also feeling like Calvin is being a bit condescending. He already knows he's probably not going to like Calvin. Calvin goes back to standing beside Heather, his arm around her, her hand on his chest.
"So, uhh, I brought some things for y'all. Just a little somethin'." He says while bending down to pick up the bag.
"Your mom told me you like scented candles, so I hope you like it." Calvin hands Krista a box with an expensive scented candle in it.
"Aw, thanks!" Krista smiles while receiving the gift.
Calvin reaches into the bag.
"This is for you, big man." He hands Patrick a pair of training gloves.
"Don't know if your moms mentioned it but I run a gym downtown, used to do a little boxing myself. Could show you a thing or two. You're welcome anytime for free lessons."
"Uhh, cool, thanks." Patrick replies, not at all interested in learning how to box or going to Calvin's gym.
"Try 'em on, champ." Calvin requests, nodding in Patrick's direction.
"Uhh, okay." Patrick complies and puts them on hastily. Calvin approaches Patrick and puts his hands up in a standard boxing stance. "Like this, big man."
Patrick mimics Calvin awkwardly to the quiet giggling of his sisters and mom. Pretty girls making fun of him being a common thing he's experienced. He's never taken seriously because he's a chubby loser beta male.
"Yeah, you'll get the hang of it, haha." While Patrick stands there feeling embarrassed, his cheeks turning a tad red, Calvin steps back and then reaches into his pocket.
"And this is for you, birthday girl." He pulls out a $100 gift card and hands it to Briana. "Your mom said you liked this place so you can pick out what you want."
"Thank you, Calvin!" Briana excitedly says in her sweet, bubbly voice while smiling up at him and taking the card.
"Anytime, baby ...girl." Calvin winks down at her playfully.
"That was nice of Calvin, huh kids?" Heather says while smiling up at Calvin, her hand back on his muscular chest. She's pleased and impressed that it went well.
"Thanks." Krista says before walking away.
"Yeah, thanks Calvin!" Briana says again in her sweet, cheery voice. She gives him a hug, her arms around his solid torso.
"Haha, no problem, baby." Calvin hugs her back with his left arm.
Patrick watches them hug and can't help but hate the sight of it. Some arrogant black guy just coming into his house for the first time and making his mom and sisters smile, his little sister hugging him.
"Yeah... Thanks." Patrick says lowly before heading back upstairs.
About an hour passes and everyone except Patrick is sitting in the living room making small talk and the girls are getting to know Calvin. Heather brought out some champagne for them to drink. Calvin is pouring the glasses and hands Briana one. She looks at mom.
"Go ahead, baby girl, it's your birthday." Calvin asserts.
He's already asserting dominance over the ****** in subtle ways and establishing himself. Briana drinks with the rest of them.
A few minutes later the doorbell rings and Heather gets up to get it. She opens the door.
"Neil! Hi..." Heather looks surprised. "What are you doing here? I thought we agreed that Briana would go over to your place later on before her big party."
She stands firmly in the doorway, arm leaning against the frame, hoping he doesn't see Calvin
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. Just thought I'd drop by and see everyone instead. You know, for old times sake. I miss my kids." Neil says pathetically. He hasn't even spoken to his ********* since he left as they haven't returned his calls.
"Now is not a good time." She says, hoping for him to go.
"Come on, Heather. I'll just be a minute." He tries to walk in but Heather stops him, pushing back on his chest.
"Neil... It's not a good time." She reiterates.
Neil's expression turns to confusion and puzzlement when he hears the laughter of a voice that definitely isn't any of his kids, followed by the giggling of one of his girls.
"What's going on?" He asks, letting himself in finally.
He marches past Heather and into the living room area. Heather follows, stammering in a panic but unable to find the right words to prevent what's going to happen. Neil stands there, looking at Calvin sitting on his couch with his ********* smiling. They notice him.
"Hi, ***." Briana says awkwardly, tension already filling the room.
"Hi, sweetie... Happy birthday." Neil says, looking back to Heather and then back to the couch.
"What is he doing here?" He looks back to Heather, his expression bewildered.
"Look, man..." Calvin starts, standing up. "I'll go." He says, thinking he should play things low-key for now and don't push it too hard.
"Don't." Heather interrupts him. "Just, stay there."
Briana and Krista sit there feeling uncomfortable, with Patrick now listening from the stairs.
"So, what... ...You... You bring this fucking guy to my house to sit with my *********, weeks after you kicked me out after years of giving you everything you ever wanted?" Neil begins, his voice rising in an outraged tone, the anger from the past few weeks built up and ready to be unleashed. "What? It wasn't enough that I let you fuck this... This ape... You divorce me and then bring him over to my kids, you fucking coal burner slut?" Neil shouts, his face turning red.
"What you say, punk bitch?" Calvin steps to Neil, noticing the racist comments, ready to beat his face in.
Patrick watches from the stairs, startled. The ********* sit there even more uncomfortable. Neil flinches, stepping back and gulping nervously.
"Calvin, please. Please don't." Heather gets in front of him and puts her hand on his chest, as Calvin leers at Neil.
"G-go ahead!" Neil's voice trembles, "Go ahead, hit me you violent animal." He says somewhat meekly while not looking Calvin in the eyes.
"Neil, just go before you get hurt." Heather shouts. The girls continue to look on.
"Yeah... I'll go. I'll leave you to continue to ruin our ******. Go fuck yourself, or better yet, go fuck your pet nigger." Neil puts emphasis on the final word, letting all his pent up angst out and growing some balls for once in his life, despite tears filling up his eyes and his voice nervously stammering. When he says it, he knows he went too far and panic fills his heart.
"***!" Krista exclaims while covering her mouth. Briana's jaw drops and they both look on with an ever more unfavorable opinion of their father. Calvin's eyes widen and he focuses on Neil as Neil looks back like a deer caught in headlights. He pushes Heather aside and grabs Neil, shoving him hard against the wall and holding him there by the scruff of his neck.
"What you say, cracka?" He says, barely opening his mouth, seething.
"I... I'm sor-" Neil stutters and flinches in a panic.
Calvin interrupts and throws him harshly to the ground as everyone gasps. Patrick watches but is too afraid to do anything. Calvin almost continues to beat him but he knows the girls are watching so he stops himself. Neil tries to get up but Calvin pushes him back down. From the ground, Neil sees Briana watching, covering her mouth and giggling a little. His heart breaks in two. He sees Krista shaking her head and Heather looking on with pity. Tears fill his eyes and he sobs a little.
"Get up." Calvin demands. "Get up!"
Neil nervously gets up, shaking. Calvin grabs him firmly and harshly leads him to the door and throws him out. Neil staggers away from the house, looking back in tears and then walks back to his car defeated.
"I'm sorry, everyone." Calvin cools down and faces Heather and the girls.
Patrick is still frozen in place, burning with hatred and stress.
"You don't have to say sorry. We're sorry our *** is a racist asshole." Krista retorts.
They really took Calvin's side and Neil really embarrassed himself in front of ...them.
"Yeah... He shouldn't have done that." Briana adds.
"It's okay. He had every right to be upset and violence is never the answer. I was wrong to do that." Calvin looks at them, trying to be diplomatic and nice.
"I should go." He looks to Heather.
"You don't have to." Heather replies.
"Yeah, you can stay." Briana smiles up at him.
"No, I really should go. It was really nice meeting everyone, though." Calvin smiles around the room to everyone, looking remorseful.
"You have fun tonight, baby girl." He smiles down to Briana, approaches her and then pats her on the head playfully. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks again, Calvin. It was nice meeting you too." Briana responds.
"Yeah, nice meeting you." Krista adds.
Heather follows Calvin to the door and they kiss.
"See you later, everyone. Talk to you soon."
"Bye!" The girls reply almost in unison.
Patrick continues to look on, resenting everything that just happened and resenting the fact that his sisters seem to really like Calvin and took his side against ***. Calvin leaves, smirking on his way to his car. He feels satisfied about what happened. Neil made a fool of himself and he made a good first impression on Heather's hot *********. He thinks about how hot they looked and looks back on the house with a confident smile.
"This all gon' be mine soon. I'm gonna own those pretty little white girls and soon they be callin' me daddy." He thinks to himself and then gets into his car to drive away.
