Sometimes I open my mouth and my mother comes out.
-Memphis to her dad
I woke up when a hard body slipped beneath the sheets with me.
Cracking open an eye, I glanced at the clock and grimaced.
“Four forty five in the morning?” I croaked. “What’s the point of going to bed?”
An amused snort sounded from beside me. “Because I’m tired.”
I giggled, rolling over until my face was touching his chest and said tiredly, “That’s a good enough reason, I guess.”
He pulled me into his chest and started running his tongue down my neck with soft, languid licks when a huge, grating crash sounded from somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen.
Nails clicked and clacked on the hardwood floor as both dogs hauled ass towards the sound, and Downy, in his boxer shorts, wasn’t far behind.
I was up and moving, too.
However, not outside to the crash, but to the bed and then underneath, taking my cell phone with it.
I couldn’t tell you why I did what I did next.
Call it instinct. Call it fate. Call it whatever the fuck you want, but I did it. And it saved both Downy’s and my life.
The phone rang so many times that I was scared he wouldn’t pick up, but he did.
“Baby?” My daddy croaked.
He sounded awful, which I guess he would since he’d spent the entire night drinking, and had only gotten to bed around two hours ago.
“Daddy,” I whispered. “Something’s wrong.”
The lethargy in my daddy’s voice was gone. “Tell me.”
I decided not to tell him. Instead I pushed the button for FaceTime and his face lit up the screen.
I was pretty sure he was naked, but luckily I only caught the top half of him.
I could make out my mother’s concerned face over the back of his shoulder.
When I was sure I had his attention, I hit the button that flipped the screen around, and poked just the very edge of the phone out from under the bed, propping it up against the metal bedframe.
I couldn’t hear a thing.
Not the dogs. Not Downy. Nothing.
Just as I was about to relay that to my father, something grabbed me around the wrist and hauled.