Life Under Caution

Chapter 2Emma

“Babe!” Mark shouted as he stumbled through the door of the RV, “Babe, I need you! Where the hell are you?”

“Mark!” I shouted in frustration, "I'm in here, in the bed. Now stop screaming before you wake the boys!”

Mark slowly made his way to the back of the RV and plopped down on the bed. He rolled over and slowly climbed to the top of the bed and threw his arm around me.

“Love me.” Mark said as he pulled my face to his.

Mark smelled strongly of beer, cigarettes and someone's cheap perfume. I turned my head away and said, “Mark it’s 4 a.m. you’re drunk, go to sleep.”

“Why don’t you love me?” He slurred.

“I do love you. Now, please just go to sleep.” I replied as I rolled over and resituated myself to get comfortable.

“Give me some...” Mark demanded.

“No! Now go to sleep.” I snapped.

“You dumb b***h!” He snarled as he forcefully pushed me away from him, “I was just trying to love on you, and you want act like that. What’s his name?”

“What?”

“The mother fucker you’re f*****g. You must be f*****g someone if you won’t love on me.”

“Mark, you’re stupid, and there is no reason for you to talk to me like that. Now go to bed before you wake the kids.”

“You’re a f*****g stupid, lazy ass bitch...” Mark carried on as his words ran together and he slowly started to pass out.

Finally, I thought to myself as I sighed with relief. Mark has never been a fun drunk more of a hateful drunk. He seriously has a problem but getting him to realize that was easier said than done. He had tried to quit drinking one time before, but it only lasted a week. We seemed to fight worse when he quit rather than when he drinks. His buddies were also a large part of the problem. They were always bringing boozes over or trying their best to get him into a bar. So, needless to say, he went back to drinking and partying. It is just about every weekend thing and at least one time during the week. I’m so over it.

I tossed and turned trying to make myself go back to sleep, when I looked back the clock it was already 7 a.m. The boys will be getting up soon, I thought to myself, I better get up and get some breakfast going. I rolled out of bed and glanced back at Mark. I shook my head in disgust as he laid sprawled out on the bed, snoring. I got up, grabbed a pair of blue jean shorts and a Dunn Racing t-shirt and threw it on. I walked to the bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror, my hair looked like I had been partying all night. I brushed it back down and decided to go with a messy bun. I finished washing my face and brushing my teeth and headed into the kitchen.

I looked in the cabinets grabbed some pans and turned to the fridge and grabbed out the eggs, bacon, sausage, and waffles. I turned the radio, and started cooking. Just as I was finishing up, the Mason and Karson woke up and came and sat down at the table.

“Good morning boys.” I smiled.

“Morning,” Karson mumbled as he rubbed his eyes, “what’s for breakfast?”

“Bacon, eggs, sausage, waffles, and toast want some?” I asked.

“Yes, please.” Karson replied.

“Mason, what about you?” I asked.

Mason nodded his head. He was still waking up, and wasn’t much of a talker first thing in the mornings. I finished up the food and served both of the boys their breakfast, and fixed them both a glass of orange juice. Then I sat joined them with a plate of my own and a cup of coffee. We were silently eating while listening to the country music playing on the radio, when we heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“It’s Rigs can I come in?” Rigs replied.

“Sure.” I answered.

Rigs walked in the door and sat down at the table, to join us. His short black hair was a mess and his baby blue eyes were blood shot. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and flip flops.

“Wild night?” I questioned.

“You could say that.” Rigs replied. “Mark still asleep?”

“Of course, surely you didn’t think he would be up this early. He was absolutely wasted when he came in this morning.” I added.

“Yall going out on the boat today?” Rigs asked, clearing his throat and changing the subject.

“I’m not sure.” I said, raising my eye brow at him, as if he wasn’t telling me something.

“Good, I might bring a friend.” Rigs said ignoring my look.

“Let me guess another random girl from the bar last night. Do we remember this one’s name?” I said teasingly.

Rigs just smiled, “No but I’m sure I will find out as soon as she wakes up.”

I giggled. Rigs was a bit of a player. It was pretty normal for him to change women like he changed shoes, and I’m not sure he even knew half of their names. Rigs lived the carefree, bachelor life. He definitely had a way with women, and fit the Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome category. Rigs was at least six foot tall, very built, tan, and very muscular. Tattoos covered most of his body, and he had a six pack of abs for days. He had short black hair with a short, scruffy black beard. Rigs’ ice blue eyes that could make any women melt.