Free Tell Me True by Karpov Kinrade

and slapped Molly.
    The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at us. Bridgette stood and shoved Molly out of her seat. "How dare you come here, you whore! Get out of my face. Get out of my life . That is not Jon's child, and you are a lying bitch!"
    Her words stunned me. Bridgette didn't have an unkind bone in her body and I'd never heard her talk to anyone like this. Molly held her red cheek, tears dripping down her face. "I'm not the liar here. He's the father of the baby, and you know it!"
    I tried to pull Bridgette away, but I was too late. She raised her hand and smacked Molly in the face, then looked at her hand in shock, as if she couldn't believe what she'd actually done. Frankly, neither could I.
    She hadn't slapped her hard, but Molly stumbled backwards, tripping and falling to the ground.
    As if on cue, t he police showed up and arrested Bridgette for assault.

Chapter Sixteen
Cock Contest
ONE MONTH AGO
     
     
     
    WHEN THE SUMMER carnival came to town, it became the event of the season, at least for me. I loved carnivals and remembered going with my parents and getting sick on cotton candy and deep fried everything.
    We waited until later in the day when the temperature would be cooler and the nighttime glow of carnival lights would be most dramatic. It smelled and looked and felt just like I remembered. It was like going back in time. These were probably the same rides I had been on as a child.
    I dragged Ash to the Ferris Wheel and giggled like a child as it took us higher and higher. "I love the smell, you know? " I said. "All the food and candy and even the faint hint of oil from the rides and the dust from the old tents, all of it makes me nostalgic."
    Ash kissed me as we reached the top, a slow kiss that made my heart beat faster. I cuddled in his arms as we enjoyed the view, the cool summer night air caressing my face as the wind blew past us.
    "I love seeing you smiling and happy," he said.
    "I wish you could have known my dad. I know you met my mom, but I think my dad would have liked the man you became. I think he'd have been happy we're getting married."
    As the ride came to the end, we made our way to the cotton candy stand and found Bridgette and Jon in line. Ash scowled, still not a huge fan of his brother, but I hugged Bridgette and chatted with them as we moved through the line to get our “cloud of sugar,” as I had called cotton candy when I was little. "I always thought it was so amazing that you could make sugar look like these beautiful colored clouds. It was like eating magic," I said as I took a pink glob of the sticky sweetness and let it melt on my tongue.
    Bridgette and I wanted to go in the Fun House of Mirrors, but the boys had already started their cock-comparing contest and were determined to beat each other's highest scores at every game they could find. This , of course, resulted in Bridgette and me collecting a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals of all sizes.
    Apparently , the bigger the stuffed animal, the bigger the cock. So far, Ash was winning—which pissed Jon off, I could tell.
    We ended at a game called Test Your Might. A man with a curly beard tied up in ribbon shouted to the crowd. "Come test y er might, all ye of strength! Do you have what it takes to make the bell ring? Win your sweetheart the biggest prize of them all!"
    Of course , the Davenports had to try, and Jon ground his teeth, determined to win the grand prize: a giant giraffe that would require special help just to get in the car. Jon took the mallet and let out a huge grunt as he brought it down and we watched as the puck rose to the top of the tower. Bridgette tensed, no doubt hoping her man would win. I didn't care, personally, and thought this show of “manliness” was the epitome of childishness.
    The puck came close to the bell. So close. But then it fell and Jon's face fell with it.
    Ash took the mallet with a confident swagger, struck with seemingly little effort, and made the bell ring