When Scotty got home he placed his gun in the drawer of his bedside table and then checked his messages.
"Hi baby," Vanessa's voice came from the machine. Scotty smiled. "When you get this message you can come get me, I'm back from visiting my grandma. Love you…" Scotty picked up his car keys and headed out the door. He spent as much time as he possibly could with Vanessa—but never at that crazy bitch's house.
He had never forgotten how Vanessa had described her aunt's cruelty back when she was younger and the memory of the way the woman had yelled at Vanessa the day she had found out about her mother's death was one that he would not soon forget.