Elizabeth wakes up early and quickly gets cleaned up, and pushes Kaitlin to rush. The worry intertwined with anger over her son's actions leaves her in a whirlwind of fire like never before.

As they speed back to Anaheim, Michael Sr. has already talked to the judge that morning and made a deal that benefits the city.

"Hey Deloris, how are you this morning?" Michael asks, tapping on the door to her private chambers.

"Michael Phillips, what can I do for you this morning?" She greets him, preparing to shuffle through her paperwork with M.J.'s file in the mix. With a smile on his face, he waits to take a seat in her chambers.

"Your fine officers of the law arrested my son, yet again I might add, but they forgot something in their pursuit of justice." He begins with his fingers folded together in his lap.

"If you say they forgot to give him his Maranda Rights, I'll scream!" Deloris chimes in with a scowl on her face.

"Then I won't say it since you said it for me."

Deloris shifts to her feet, slamming the files on her desk, and searches for Michael Phillips Jr. Once the file is in her hands, she opens it to see the police report filed. It takes her merely minutes to speed read through it.

"Drunk in public, disorderly conduct, and resisting arrest, and they forgot to read him his rights! I'm going to have their heads, asses, and badges for this mishap!"

"Well, how about we make a deal?" Michael offers without batting an eyelash.

"Do tell..."

"I've noticed with my last few visits that this place is kind of outdated in security and other things requiring some upgrades and updates. Let's say that I bring this place up in terms of a complimentary service of goodwill, and you say they never gave read his rights. That's a more than fair exchange, and rather than continuing to search through paperwork, how about I treat you to a first-generation touch screen system that can transfer to your phone as well and work from home a little easier." Michael Sr. offers with a devious smile.

His proposal takes a moment to consider. The judge sits there with a finger pressed to her lips. It's her move to make defendants sweat, but she notices that Michael has one hell of a poker face.

"Fine, but you make sure he does not come in front of me again. If he so much as J-Walks, I'll trial his ass as an adult next time, being close to his birthday. Thank you for the offer, but if anything gets said, I will deny it all and make your life hell even you won't be able to stand. His probation continues, but I will add in random drug tests." She forewarns with a stern look.

"Done deal! He'll straighten his ass up, I promise. He just uh has some issues that he'll get worked out in therapy."

"Doesn't pertain to me; just go get him. I best not see you or him ever again."

Michael takes his leave and vanishes from the office. Although the deal is made, he didn't fill her in on all the details. On his way out to head over to the police station to pick up his hungover son, he makes a single phone call.

"Morning Sammy, hey listen that overstocked equipment, forget donating it. I just made a deal and got a contract with City Hall. It's pro bono work, so put the interns and Hank on the job." He describes making sure no one is within earshot.

"Really? The judge took the deal? Right on, big daddy! You're still the man, and it's no wonder this company is about to be worth half a billion dollars," Sammy says.

Michael doesn't acknowledge the comments but instead hangs up on his project manager.

"ASSHOLE!" Sammy yells, locking the screen to his phone.

"Hey, listen up, I need two interns for a job, and Hank, you're the foreman. You're heading over to the Anaheim Courthouse and make it right or else no job placements, and Hank, you'll be fired!"

The team to install the equipment begins to load up and wait for the paperwork to arrive.

Out on the sunny streets, Michael gets into his BMW to pick up his son. He doesn't have to wait long as the judge has already called to rip into the Sergeant's ass. By the time Michael struts into the station, he sees Michael Jr. waiting.

"C'mon boy, let's get going. We have to get your car out of impound."

Once he gets to his feet and nearly falls over, feeling the harsh effects of his hangover, Michael Jr. staggers to his father and helps him to the car.

"If you puke inside this car, you're walking to the impound yard." Michael threatens his son with a nasty look.

"What in the hell is wrong with you? I mean, really, getting drunk again! You're almost 18, and I can't protect you much longer."

Michael Jr. sits there and struggles to contain his anger. Not only for being arrested again but angry over what his mother said and the cover his father keeps buying.

"Make me walk. I don't care anymore. After finding out, I'm a mistake and how you're always getting me stuff to not tell anyone about your affairs or how you run your business, I can't take it anymore." Michael Jr. expresses with his arms folded.

"Oh really, you don't care? Fine then, here you go, you spoiled little bastard."

Michael pulls over and motions for his son to get out of the car.

"You may not like what I do, but you've benefited from it the most. Yeah, you coming along nearly ruined my plans to become rich, but I'll get there one way or another. Besides, I've never heard you bitch about the interns I've brought home for you."

The standoff comes to an end when Michael Jr. backs off the promise to walk.

"Just take me to my car, and I'll be out of your hair." He says, curling his lower lip, ashamed of his existence.

The B.M.W. pulls back onto the road, and soon they pull into the impound yard's parking lot. Michael says nothing and leaves his son in the car while he goes inside to pay his son's bill. He returns and stands at the edge of the car until the bright yellow Camaro flies around the corner and stops just behind the BMW.

"Here ya are, sir, and knowing this kid, we'll see ya again real soon." The yard employee states in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, yeah," Michael replies, walking over to the driver's door.

"Your car is ready; get home and cleaned up. Then get out of my sight for the rest of the day."

Michael Jr. does as he's told and floors it home. On the other hand, his father has plans of his own as they part ways from the impound parking lot.

It doesn't take Michael Jr. long to speed home to get cleaned up. He rushes to get into his swimming trunks and a gray muscle shirt before he heads off to Wally's place. On his way out, he passes his father, who isn't alone in his car.

"Hope ya can't get it up, you son of a bitch." He growls, speeding past the B.M.W.

Parked in the driveway, Michael Sr. sends Elizabeth a single text message.

M.J. is out and fine, he has his car, and he's out and about already. Don't rush home. I won't be here when you get here-BYE! Big Daddy -M-

"Damnit, your father already bailed your brother out. Which leaves me to be the bad guy all over again when I rip his ass!" Elizabeth yells at her phone after reading the message.

Within a few hours, they arrive home. As they pull up, Elizabeth and Kaitlin get out and stretch. They're confused as to why Michael's home when he stated he wouldn't be there. Once they finish stretching, Elizabeth gives Kaitlin strict orders.

"Stay here. Your father may be waiting on me to come inside for a fight. I don't want you listening to us argue again."

"Yeah, no argument from me, mom. I hate listening to you two go at it. Mind if I call Wally and maybe spend some time with him?"

That's a decision that's easy to make.

"Absolutely, you've been stuck with me long enough, but no messing around with each other. Please, give me that peace of mind."

"Done!" Kaitlin relays seeing her mother in a whole new perspective.

Kaitlin opens the passenger's side door and takes a seat. She doesn't waste time texting Wally and watches as her mother walks inside the house.

Expecting a fight is about to ensue, Elizabeth walks on eggshells through the front rooms of the house. She fights the urge to call out to her husband as her gut instinct churns with a hardcore sensation.

Within seconds of pausing to go down the hallway, she's startled by the sounds of giggling followed by moans emanating from the direction of the master bedroom. She finds herself walking before realizing it and comes across a scene from an angle looking directly into the bedroom.

"That a girl, give it a try, and oh Gina, you feel so good and taste even sweeter," Michael says, giving out orders positioned behind one of his interns.

Elizabeth watches as he slowly pumps his hips forward and back doggy style as he fucks the young early 20's skinny red-headed female while she's going down on a brunette with her legs spread wide open with her hands planted firmly through Gina's hair.

"Oh yes, don't stop, yes Gina, yes, yes, oh God yes!" She squeals, bucking her hips as she begins to huff deeply.

Stuck in a state of shock, Elizabeth stands there with one hand over her mouth, holding her stomach, feeling disgusted at the sight of a threesome occurring in her bed. She shudders to herself and backs away with tears filling her eyes.

Memories from the first day in this house come flooding back in milliseconds. From the time she held Michael Jr. in his bedroom and taking the pregnancy test, she found out about being pregnant with Kaitlin.

Along with the happy moments, the ugly side of things rushes back like water bursting through a dam. The struggles and fights between herself and Michael surge through her mind.

Like a bolt of lightning, she recalls the only time Michael ever put his hands on her. It was the time she caught him cheating while he was drunk. He tried to walk out the door, but her temper was blinding her judgment as Elizabeth stood in the way. He tries to move Elizabeth, but after she hauls back, punching him in the face, she was met with his hand slapping her. He grabbed her hair and slung her to the ground, where she stayed until he was gone.

That's when reality slams like a tidal wave over her body. Able to focus on her surroundings, Elizabeth wipes her eyes and backs away slowly to the door, and says nothing when she gets back into her SUV.

"Mom, everything okay?"

"Have um, Wally meet us at a hotel instead."

Concerned, Kaitlin tries to dig into the situation.

"What happened?"

"Your dad has company, and we don't need to be here right now."

"So, who's in there? Mom, you're crying; why?"

"Just drop it, Katie! It's none of your business, young lady!" Elizabeth screams, feeling nauseous.

The Nissan fires up again, and in Reverse, Elizabeth leaves black marks down the driveway. The sounds of tires squalling close to the house get Michael's attention. He continues with changing positions by laying on his back, allowing the girls to take turns grinding against his dick while the other sits over his face.

Quickly finding a hotel near the interstate, Elizabeth and Kaitlin settle into their room. Kaitlin isn't much for waiting around for her mother to explain what happened at home. When Wally arrives with pizzas, she ignores the food. Kaitlin has him take her out to buy a bathing suit to take advantage of the pool and hot tub down at the end of the lobby's corridor.

"Yo, your mom's gonna be a'itte boo?" Wally asks.

"I ain't got a clue, baby boy. Something like totally tripped her out, but she won't tell me."

Wally pushes a bit of a button when he begins to mock Kaitlin's accent she started to pick up while visiting her aunt and uncles.

"Aw, just ain't that there the cutest darn thang ever. You gotta accent from those hills of the Colorado hicks." Wally mocks, splashing her with water.

Alone in the room, Elizabeth calls her son.

"Hey mom, how was the trip?" He answers, sitting on the hood of his car at the beach.

"You picked up. I'm surprised. Listen, I got home and came across something pretty bad."

There's a brief pause before Michael Jr. beats his mother to the punch.

"Yeah, two ho's that dad brought in. I saw them coming to the house earlier when I was leaving.

"Do what!" She screams into her phone as her anger soars.

Michael Jr. decides to come clean about everything finally.

"I've known for a while dad was having affairs. That's why he's bought me so much stuff. That's why he bought the car. I caught him um, well, screwing his secretary. He had her bent over his desk, and well to keep my mouth shut, he used company money to get my Camaro. I know about the girl he got pregnant in San Diego and his bed buddy from the bank."

"That son of a bitch! Well, I'll tell you this, I'm over at the Holiday Inn Intercontinental. Get here and keep an eye on your sister and Wally. I'm going to handle your lying, cheating, deadbeat father. That rat bastard just pissed off the wrong woman!"

"Mom, don't! You don't need to go to jail. I'll be there in a while; let me get some stuff done, and we'll figure something out. I don't want to go back to that house. I can't take it anymore, I've covered for him with things for years, and it's killing me not to tell you."

Elizabeth shuts her eyes and covers them with her free hand. The revelation of why Michael Jr. has been acting out for the last few years makes complete sense. She feels like a fool not putting all the pieces together.

"Just get here, son, we can figure something out. I still have my practice, and it's more than enough for me to take you and your sister and start over. Good lord, son, this isn't how our lives were supposed to turn out, and for that, I'm sorry. I love you, M.J., and I'll see you when you get here."

"See you soon, mom, later," Michael Jr. says, ending the call before rolling off the car hood.

He stands by the door of the car and considers a radical plan. The cold, nearly lifeless stare in his eyes evolves to one with some bad intentions.

"Payback time, old man!" He mutters, getting into his car speeding away from the beach.