Deep down, Parker knew Portland was right. He had no right to come down on his daughter as hard as he did. But he couldn't explain why it scared him as much as it did. He'd spent his life keeping his children safe. Keeping them off the radar. Keeping himself out of the slammer. He had ran into Court before. Well, ran away from.
Portland flipped through the Sunday paper. "Parker," Portland said, looking over the paper at Parker who was fixing breakfast, "local mob boss found dead." Parker swore as he slammed the oven door on his finger, "What?"
"Local law authorities found Leland Currior, also known as the infamous bank robber Derik Wood, dead this morning at his home at 83 Landgrabb Ave. Authorities were alerted by his son, Manuel Stubbs-Wood, who found him unconscious in the kitchen floor this morning. He is survived by his son Manuel and two grandchildren. No foul play is suspected. His services," Portland stopped. "I'm sorry."
Before Portland could respond Parker began to speak, in a tone much chipper than he looked, "Morning Hon," Parker called as Riley poked her head out of her bedroom. "Shhh," she whispered, "come here."
In a it of fury, Parker quickly ripped his clothes off, "RAWR," he screamed letting the last bit of anger out. (See Note Below)
Portland had to commend him. She knew it pained him to have a father that would have nothing to do with him. And although she'd never completely understand the implication of his father's neglect, she knew he had learned a lot from his. That was apparent with his interactions with his own kids.
Riley looked from her father to the hodgepodge of things stacked against her wall. "None of this was here when you went to sleep?" Parker stared into her eyes. His expression hard yet loving. "None of it," Riley responded. "Do you think you can finish breakfast for me?" Parked asked. Without another word, Riley beamed and bounded out of the room.
Parker surveyed the objects. He was very familiar with them. He was pretty sure he had stolen at least one of them before. Being a thief made him observant. He knew were each piece came from. All the while he was attempted to keep Liam out of crime, he should have been focusing on Taylor. Parker kicked the flamingo, knowing that would be the first thing Taylor would fix.
Sure enough Taylor crawled out of bed hours later and stood the flamingo back up. "Where did this come from?"
Taylor let out a scream. "No where," she quickly responded, "I ummm, bought it. Yeah." Parker looked each piece up and down. "Really because that looks like Mrs. Dowell's flamingo. Your mom tells me it's missing." Parker eyed his daughter. Of all his children, Taylor was the worst liar. "I took them dad. I just had too. They," she looked around the room, "they spoke to me."
Parker knew what she was feeling. He felt it too. It was the reason he refused to tell his children about his work or past. But it didn't matter. "Taylor, you will return each piece this afternoon with a written apology to each proper owner. Taylor looked beat down. "Yes sir," she mumbled as Parker's conscience screamed "hypocrite."
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Note:
Yeah completely a joke. but if you look at the pictures you see he changes very quickly. So it's either one of two things, Parker decided to strip off all his clothes to go check on his daughters. Or I took the pictures at two different times but blended them into the story. Although the second theory is more believable, I want to go with the first one.
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