Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
It was on the way there that I finally got her to talk. “How did you know she was drugging him?” It was obvious that she wasn’t comfortable with the conversation and I had to appreciate the fact that no matter what, this was her mother we were discussing.
“I didn’t know at first, I thought your dad had done all those things they talked about in the tabloids. But then I caught her adding something to his coffee and she admitted it.”
“And you were afraid to tell me.” She looked at me before looking quickly away again. She mumbled something, which I didn’t catch so I asked her to repeat herself. “Say again, I didn’t hear you.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d believe me. I thought you might think I was part of it, that I’m just like her.” “You’re nothing like her baby. What the hell, why are you crying now?” I had to stop the car to see to her.
Boy how my life has changed in the space of a few days. I, Lucas Carstairs the third was sitting on the side of the road in my luxury car, holding my woman while she cried.
I waited for her to calm down then I wiped her face clean and kissed her little button nose. “Why did you cry?” I had to squeeze her to get an answer.
“Because you said I’m not like her.” Her voice came out barely above a whisper but the words said so much.
“Did you think that you were?” She shook her head no and hid her face in my chest. “Look at me.” I lifted her chin with my finger and looked into her sad wet eyes. “I didn’t, but I was afraid that others might. That’s why I didn’t tell you about the coffee, because…”
I got it, I understood. Hadn’t I too believed the worst when we first met? Has she had to deal with that her whole life? I can’t imagine that it could’ve been easy at that school of hers. Damn.
“You asked me if I knew about the coffee. I did. You wanted to tell me something that day when you asked about dad acting different but you were afraid to. And then when I saw the bruises I knew someone was hurting you. And even though you didn’t say, I knew it had to be her.”
“So, that night when I came back under the pretense of grabbing papers I forgot, I was actually planting something in your room.” She lifted her head swiftly from my chest and I’m not sure what was going on in her head, but I think I was seeing firsthand the way she process shit.
Everything showed in her eyes, distrust, confusion, fear, and then understanding. “You were trying to protect me.” I nodded my head but didn’t look away from her eyes. Her eyes that I knew would tell me whatever I needed to know.
“Does that mean that what we did was recorded?”
“Yes, but no one will ever see it, not to worry.” I’d only thought of that after the fact but it was no big deal since I was the only one who knew where it was, and who had the recording.
“What’s going to happen to me now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean now that you know what mom was up to. I’m sure your dad isn’t gonna want to marry her now.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, she has nothing to do with you, with us. Didn’t I promise to take care of you?” I could see by her reaction that she didn’t believe me, didn’t believe or didn’t trust.
“Are you okay now? We need to get back to mom and dad.” She nodded again and I put her back in her seat and belted her in.
I held her hand all the way to mom’s new place and could feel the sadness and insecurity in her. There was nothing I could do, words obviously weren’t going to work. So I made up my mind to show her the best way I could that my word was true.
Mom and dad were sitting in the family room and from the way they sat facing each other, holding hands, whispering to each other while dad held his head down, I knew there was something heavy going on.
“Mom, you okay?” I was still a little mad at dad, even though it was looking like he’d been duped. Drugged and duped. But mom was my first priority in that situation.
“I’m fine son, I’m just worried about your dad. Did you take the stuff to be tested? What did they say?”
“They’re working as fast as they can mom but they won’t know anything until tomorrow the earliest. I told him to do a very thorough job.”
“That’s good then, that’s good.”
“Dad?” He lowered his head even more. “I can’t look at you son. Your mom was just telling me all of what transpired in the last few months and I just can’t…” He got up and walked out of the room.