Page 120 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
"He? So you're having a boy?" My chest tightened at the news. Dad had always wanted a son, someone, to take his place in the ring. Someone he imagined would actually win.
"Yeah, we did the early blood test. I couldn't wait any longer." She giggled as she told me. She was in love with the bump. It was sweet to see.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you."
I finished checking out, grabbing my things. I should have paid more attention again. My head must be in the clouds, because in came dad. His eyes landed on me instantly, but I didn't shy away. In fact, I decided to use this public setting to have words. I marched towards him, seeing him look past me at Daisy. He looked worried.She must not know about me.
"How could you keep Ian's letters from me?" I started right off the bat. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water for a few seconds. I caught him off guard. I guess he assumed I would be asking him about the baby or his too-young-for-him girlfriend.
"Why's that matter? It was years ago. What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I won't answer until you do." I crossed my arms. "Better hurry before Daisy wonders who I am. I don't think you told her about me. Are you trying to keep your past a secret, and start over? Make sure you don't repeat the same mistakes." I could tell I was angering him, but I couldn't help myself. I felt so bitter right now… bitter and mean.
"You didn't need to be wrapped up in a boy. It was desperate. He moved to a different country, and you needed to let him go."
"You had no right to decide that! I'm in town visiting old friends, and learning all sorts of new things about you. Good luck with the new kid. I'll be keeping a watch. If I see so much as a bruise on either of them, you can kiss your happy new future goodbye." I walked past him, and out into the fresh air, leaving behind the smell of books and coffee, and maybe a little piece of myself.I hope he can give you a better life than me, my little brother.
I am going to have a brother soon. I wonder if he will know about me. Will I be mentioned or forgotten…a shameful piece of his past, I guess we'll see. I made my way to Joe's shop, knowing exactly what I wanted and where. I slammed the tattoo shop door open, letting the cold breeze enter with me. Vicky's eyes widened as she watched me march straight up to Joe and hopped on his table.
"Purple ribbon beside the pink one. And a red envelope over the semicolon." I told him, not waiting a second.
"Start talking," he said as he got his instruments ready.
I told him about Ian and the envelopes. I told him how dad kept them from me with a sad ass excuse. I told him about the way I was feeling. How bitter I felt at him starting a new family and acting like I didn't exist in this new chapter of his life. I spiraled from there, talking all kinds of shit about him. I was furious and deeply hurt all at the same time. It didn't take Joe long to finish since it was two simple things.
The purple ribbon sat beside the pink one. He wroteforever stronger than youinside it. I liked that part a lot. The red envelope swallowed the black semicolon, as if it was coming out the envelope itself. He wroteLife goes oninside it. He knew why I got the semicolon. It was the only time he gave me exactly what I had asked for.
"Thanks for the therapy session, Joe. What do I owe you?"
"Go see Vicky. She'll check you out." Joe looked upset as I got up. I think he was mad over everything I'd said about my dad.
I checked out with Vicky, getting a nice Joe discount. The site stung a bit, but I liked the feeling. It distracted me from my other pain. My phone rang in my pocket, making me stop walking to fish it out. I love dresses with pockets, but these are a bit hard to get into. Lucas' name flashed across my screen, making me smile.
"Hello?"
"We need to talk." He immediately answered, sounding pissed for some reason.
What happened?
Chapter 42
Lucas' P.O.V.
**Song suggestion: “Repeat Until Death” by Novo Amor**
I was deep into her junior year. It had been complete misery for her. The bullying was relentless, and her home wasn't any better. She felt lost, depressed, and extremely lonely. She still worked with Joe, but she didn't count him as her friend, even though he was her only social interaction. My heart broke for her immensely. I can't imagine having to face everything she has been through by herself.
Dear Future Me,
If there even is a future for me. I guess I should say dear future whoever is reading this. I've decided today is the last day I'm going to take the harassment at school. The last day I'll spar with dad and feel his fists on my torso.
It's not worth it anymore. The ache in my chest has grown into a crater too big for me to handle. It has swallowed me whole and immersed me in its darkness. There's no light here, no hope. I'm alone, bitterly and utterly alone.
No one cares for me, not even the two people on this planet meant to. I'm unwanted, I'm tired, and so I'm giving in. I'm relenting to the voice in my head that says life will be better once I'm dead.
I can't imagine a single person who would be saddened by the news. The school may even throw a party when I'm gone. Dad would probably be mad I left a mess. I hope he regrets his life decisions as he cleans up my blood. I hope he realizes the pain he caused me and mom. She didn't love me enough to take me with her. If your own parents can't love you, who can?
