Trailer Park Taboo - Part 2

In the dim haze of their rundown trailer, Tommy Pistol shakes off his piss and zips up, shadows clinging to his weary frame. He spins to India Summer, demanding, 'Where's the damn car? I need smokes.' Kenzie Reeves saunters in, plopping down with a sly grin, eyeing them both. India snaps that Jack—played by Small Hands—took it to school. Tommy's temper flares like a struck match: 'That kid's wasting his life in class—time he manned up with a real job.' India fires back that Tommy's own girl's not pulling weight either. He leers, 'She's a prime piece, tight and fuckable—could whore out that sweet ass if push comes to shove.' Jack rolls in from school, nodding hello. Tommy barks, 'Better have gassed her up, boy, or you're in deep shit.' Jack shoots him a venomous glare, pecks India's cheek. Kenzie's eyes light up, bouncing with forbidden glee as she peppers her stepbro with questions. He shrugs, 'You knew I was at school.' She beams, confessing she spied a moving truck nearby and swiped plush new pillows from its guts—just for him. He gapes, then erupts in fury, storming off in revulsion. Kenzie's gut twists; she's slipping her grip on him. Desperate, she calls the family close: 'Big news, y'all.' Parents lean in, curious as hell; Jack watches warily, bracing for her twisted scheme. To his gut-wrenching dread, she drops the bomb: 'I'm knocked up.' They press, 'Who's the daddy?' Her gaze locks on Jack, heavy with illicit heat.