TITLE: Taking a Chance
GENRE: YA contemporary
There should have been a manual for these types of situations. If there was, it should have been entitled: how to deal with your father when he went all–out Capulet/Montague on the next door neighbor. Maybe Mr. Shakespeare did write such a guidebook—one he obviously never got around to looking at when he penned Romeo and Juliet.
But I have to say...those fighting fools from the Renaissance century have absolutely nothing on my father and Marcus Faulkner—AKA our next door neighbor.
“I told you both that the next time you let that damn dog crap in my lawn, I was going to tear them out. And according to the shit currently stuck to the bottom of my shoe,” Marcus Faulkner lifted his foot, pointing out the evidence, “your rose bush had no chance at survival today, Parker.”
A vein the size of Mount Rushmore threatened to burst from dad’s neck. Jaw locked, he looked about two seconds away from putting Marcus on death row. “Step. Away. From the bushes, Faulkner.”
Marcus didn’t step away. Instead, he stepped forward, tossing the rose bush at my dad's feet. A knowing, almost righteous smirk splayed across our neighbor’s lips as he folded his arms across his suit-coated chest.
I sucked in a breath, gripping Dad’s arm as the nightmare began to unfold between them. Waiting for the storm of epic proportions to explode in my yard was not how I envisioned spending my Saturday afternoon. Talk about a load of crap—no pun intended of course.