Karla's Here [Punk/Lacy]

Phil woke up and was playing around with Brandon. He was now about nine months old and was beginning to crawl all over the place. "Stay kid. You move too much." he chuckled as he held Brandon.

The doorbell rang, so he stood up with Brandon, carrying him as he went to open it.

"Hi Phil!" Karla grinned as she just hugged him.

"Uh...hi?"

Now in case it wasn't stated before, even at such a young age Brandon was extremely protective of his parents and his grandmother (Phil's mom, lol). He frowned when this woman hugged his dad and kind of pushed her away by the forehead before calling for Lacy. "MA!"

Karla was sort of bewildered when she pretty much got facepalmed by a baby. "The hell?"

"MA!" Brandon called again.

"What, what?!" Lacy asked as she walked down the stairs.

"MA!" he said once again as he pointed at Karla and glared at her.

Phil chuckled, holding Brandon closer to him. "Be nice kid...well for now anyway."

Karla just glared at Brandon, but smiled at Phil. "I've missed you so much." she grinned. "So I wanted to come by and see you, maybe give us another go? I even packed a bag, so I could spend the night here." she said walking in and sitting on the couch.

"Karla listen, I already have somebo---"

"Oh boo hoo Phil, I'm here now. I know you've missed me too." Karla smirked.

"Actually, I haven't even thought about you, so that's a no. I'm pretty sure I don't miss you."

Lacy frowned as she came all the way downstairs and saw Karla. "What the hell are you doing here? Didn't I get rid of you?"

Karla just rolled her eyes. "Oh what, so you got knocked up and now Phil is stuck taking care of your kid?"

"He's not stuck doing anything, because it's his kid." Lacy arched a brow.

"Yeah, it's our kid. So watch what you say." he told her.

Karla put her hands up in defense and shrugged as she put her feet up on the coffee table. "So where am I sleeping?" she asked.

"Um...not here." Phil said as he put Brandon down and closed the front door. "What do you want?"

"I already told you what I want. I want you Phil. I don't care if you have this skank here and your fugly baby." Karla shrugged.

Her jaw clenched. Hard. She threw Karla's feet off of the table. "Now you listen to me, bitch. You say what you want about me, but you aren't going to say anything about my kid. You understand me?" If it weren't for Brandon being there, she would have physically removed her from the house.

"Oh someone sure is moody." Karla smirked. "That time of the month Lacy?" she fake pouted as she stood up and grabbed her bag. "I'm just going to the bathroom to change." she smirked as she walked upstairs...not really heading to the bathroom, but headed to Phil's room instead.

"Relax, I'll talk to her, alright? Just stay with Brandon." Phil told Lacy.

"I mean, who the hell does she think she is, coming into our home like that?" She ranted before picking Brandon up. "You talk to her before I do, or it won't be pretty."

Karla made her way to his room, and she smiled. It was mainly the way she remembered it, with the exception of a few of Lacy's things there. Her smile dropped a bit at that, but went to make herself comfortable on the bed.

"I will, just stay there." he said as he headed up to the knock on the bathroom door, he did, but he didn't get a response. "Karla?" he asked.

"In your room Phil." she said after she took some of Lacy's stuff and threw it into the garbage can, then stripped down to the lingerie she had in her bag.

Phil was confused, but went to his room. "Now look, I don't know--" he looked at her, then covered his eyes with his hand. "Karla, what are you doing?" he asked with a sigh.

"Isn't it obvious Phil. I want to fuck you." she said bluntly. "Now come on, you know you want me. Think about it."

"Thinking, thinking, nope...don't want to." he replied as he still had his eyes covered.

Karla smirked walking up to him. "Come on Phil, you could have me and my hot, amazing body instead of...Lacy. She popped out that kid of yours and well...she put on some weight lately." she pointed out. "While I...well I never changed." she said as she touched Phil's chest.

He quickly moved away from her. "Leave...NOW."

"You don't mean that. After all the struggle I went through to look great for you, you're kicking me out? No way. I mean, it took me a while to find this lingerie."

"You look like crap, to be honest."

"So you looked?" she smirked.

"Well obviously, I mean you were standing in front of me when I walked in, I didn't have time to react so quickly. Go now though." he said as he stepped back again and still had his eyes covered.

Lacy had always had terrible timing. She put Brandon in his playpen when she heard "leave NOW" from Phil and went to go see what the hell was up, and she saw Karla dressed in.. that, and Phil with his eyes covered.

"Whoa, what the hell is going on here?!"

Phil walked around, trying to find Lacy, so he could stand by her. He touched somebody's shoulders and nodded. "Lacy, I walked in here to tell her to fuck off and when I saw her, she was dressed...in that." he said pointing at her.

Karla smirked. "Phil, you're touching my shoulder." she winked as she pinched his butt.

"UGH god." he swatted her hand away and went by Lacy. He touched her shoulder and the top of her head, then nodded as he realized it was her. "Yeah, okay...I think this is you. Anyway yeah, that is what happened."

She didn't know how it happened, but one moment she was standing there next to Phil, and the next minute, she was flying at Karla with every intention of punching her face in.

"EEK!" Karla squeaked as she and Lacy hit the ground, and she started to flail around. "GET OFF ME! GET HER OFF ME!"

Phil opened his eyes once he heard Karla. He went over to Lacy and tried to get her off. "Lacy come on, even though she's being a total whore, she's not worth it."

"I'M NOT A WHORE!" Karla cried, "I LOVE YOU!"

"Shut up!" Lacy yelled as she got pulled off. "Let me go, Phil!"

"NO." he said firmly. "That's enough. Karla, get your shit and get the fuck out of our house." he told her as he held onto Lacy.

Karla huffed. "I didn't even do anything."

"Are you a psycho? You practically threw yourself on me. I don't want you, leave."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, don't come to me when you want something then." she said grabbing her stuff.

Lacy let out a huff of her own when Brandon started to cry, and she tore away from Phil to go check on him.

Karla finished grabbing her things and went to brush by Phil, slowly. "You know you're nothing without me."

He let out a bitter chuckle. "You're wrong Karla. If I was still with you, what would I be? Just a piece of trash that you think you'd keep. You cheated on me, constantly. I wasn't going to stick around for that ride." he said. "With Lacy, I'm something alright. I'm a father to my son, who I love with everything I have and I'm Lacy's boyfriend. We've had our ups and downs, but I'd rather deal with all that, than be with you. So go somewhere else and don't you ever come back into my house. Got it?"

Karla rolled her eyes. "How sickeningly sweet. You need something better than that." she said as she left his room.

Karla had made her way down the stairs and saw Lacy settling Brandon down. "I hope he leaves you and your fucking little bastard."

"You're damn lucky I got my son in my hands, or I'd kill you." Lacy scowled.

Karla smiled a smug smile, and headed out of the house, making it a point to slam the door behind her.

Phil groaned as he heard Karla slam the door and shook his head. He was getting a headache. "That girl is the devil." he muttered as he headed downstairs.

"You alright?" Phil asked Lacy.

"No." She answered as she got Brandon to finally settle down.

"She--I don't even have an excuse for her. She's insane." he told her as he shook his head. "You're mad about that whole situation right?" he asked.

"The fact that your ex- girlfriend was in my bedroom standing in her lingerie? Kind of."

"It's not like I was expecting it."

"I know." She sighed. "I just.. really hate her."

"So do I." he said and then chuckled. "Apparently Brandon did too."