So JayJay tries to understand why dad can't just be human for a while. "Why do you hit me all the time? Why are you always hitting me?" I have to believe dad's IQ isn't a whole lot higher than JayJay's because the answers are always bellows and curses and threats of violence. Dad's going to bash his head in, going to knock his head off, and so on. Dad still repeats a lot of stuff three times, so it's pretty easy to follow his side of the 'conversation'.
Dylan has inherited the family inability to link actions with consequences, and gleefully rats on JayJay and Brooke without fear for his own punishment when it turns out he's been involved, either directly or as a shit-disturber. When the truth hits him he's pretty quick to burst into tears and cry for the whole block to hear that it's all JayJay's fault.
Brooke just wants to be a little girl. Today she finally convinced dad to come play with her in the yard, and he gave her three or four shoves on the swing before walking away cursing while she was again left to her own devices.
And this is the daily routine. JayJay tries to get through his day as best his troubled little mind can, while Dylan sets him up and brings the wrath of dad upon them both as often as not, while Brooke screams and utterly fails to have any kind of normal childhood.
Every day JayJay talks about leaving, he wants out, dad wants him out, "go to your slug mother's then, I don't care, she's a slug, fuck off to your mother's, I don't care" and so on.
Well today something interesting happened. Some yelling outside, dad vehemently refusing to have a discussion with someone. "I don't wanna talk about it. I'm not going to fucking talk about it. I don't care!" I looked outside to see two men standing with JayJay. White shirts, slacks, one held a clipboard. Both had large items on their belts, and one seemed to have a gold badge. They looked like cops, but they were not in uniform and their vehicle was plain black. One looked to have a pistol in his hand but that's unlikely. It was hard to see clearly through the trees between our houses.
While this was going on Dylan was screaming and singing and cheerfully running around in the back yard as if his greatest dreams had just come true.
These two men were saying they would come back tomorrow, when everything is 'sweet' again. Dad wasn't having it, assured them he'd be just as enormous an asshole tomorrow as today (using slightly different words), and so they said quite clearly that they were only there to collect some property. That was repeated a few times before dad went and retrieved something from inside the house, something about the size of a football, and threw it at the men.
They got into the car with JayJay and drove off.
We'll see what happens next.