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“You think you're so perfect, don’t you, huh, little bitch. After everything I’ve given up for you, I deserve that money; it’s rightfully mine!” Yeah, we both know it wasn’t me that caused her downfall; it was her ego, the same ego giving me what I want as she continues, “but you’re just like me, Kennedy.” I raise a brow. “I’ve got a little video inside. You can pretend you're better than me, but the day you buried him is the day you turned into me.”
Bingo.
I nod at Momma, and turn to the truck, before looking over my shoulder one last time.
I state, “You were the one who had a guy pay to take your seventeen-year-old daughter's virginity. You tried to have me raped while I, Mother, tried to save the man I love. I’m nothing like you, and growing up around the club without you knowing, I became the person I am today. Enjoy your sad life, Momma.”
With that, I climb into the truck and drive away, my heart in my throat, hoping Prue paid her enough, most likely using Lucas’ money, to keep her mouth shut about my coming here and her letting the truth slip.
If anything, she’ll go inside and drink herself stupid, and forget I came here at all.
About a mile from Momma’s, I pull over and grab my phone. I’m due to fly out tomorrow, needing to get back to my program after spending the week with Noah who hasn’t wanted me to leave, but this is something I needed to do. I’ve kept away from Lucas all week, him being everywhere I am, while Prue was everywhere he was, wearing his cut, smirking.
He owns me, this week with him near is proof of that, but he still chose her, even if it was to protect me, he still chose her…and I kept him from mourning his daughter.
Too much hurt, too much pain.
I bring up the number I need, and call it. He answers after the fourth ring.
“Hey, Kenny girl,”
I smile at the sadness in his voice, “Still nothing from Brook?”
Tech sighs. “Nah, darling. And as you know, when the ex is still hanging around, she won’t listen.”
I sigh, knowing he’s right, and clear my throat. “I, uh, know where Prue hid the footage.”
He’s quiet for a moment before he stutters, “H-how in the…I mean, how?”
I chuckle. “I didn’t think like a brother, Tech, I thought like a woman who would do everything for a man who doesn’t want her. She’s been obsessed with Lucas?—”
He cuts in, “Does Doc know you're back to calling him Lucas?”
I narrow my eyes, jackass.
“No, he doesn’t, so shush,” I say, making him chuckle before I continue, “I figured if she was that obsessed, then who better to stalk?”
He mutters, “The girl he loves.”
I hum and say, “Yeah. Tech…my home life wasn’t great. Uncle Chris and Aunt Shelly are the only reasons I survived. Prue paid Momma to keep the video footage. She has it, and if I know Momma, it’ll be in the bathroom.”
“Fuck,” he growls, and I nod. He knows about my connection with Breaker because, well, he’s Tech, he knows all, but he never knew how I grew up. No one did.
“I’ll get it sorted, darling. I promise. Fuck, I can’t believe…your own mother.”
I sigh and admit, “I had a gut feeling and went with it, but you need to watch the house; make sure she’s not in when you go in. She has a shotgun near the front door,” I offer, looking out of the window. “If Lucas had told me a year ago, maybe this never would have happened.”
He sighs. “Kenny girl, he thought he was doing what was right. He knew you’d turn yourself in, and don’t deny it. I can guarantee you’ve thought of it several times before your gut instinct took over.” Well, he’s got me there. “Kennedy, he’s not been the same since you left.
My tears fall, and I rasp, “I haven’t been the same, either….”
“Yet you’re dating someone,” he accuses, reminding me of Austen, and I sigh.
“Tech, I haven’t slept with anyone but Lucas. Yes, I’m seeing Austen; he’s a nice guy who I met through my tattoo artist, but we’re casual. My skin burns whenever he holds my hand or puts his arm around me. I start to itch, I just….”
“You love Doc…” he states.
“I do,” I reply. “But he made her his old lady. He hurt me, and I know now he did it to protect me, I get that, but I can’t just brush that hurt under the rug.” I pick at the steering wheel and murmur, “Did you know Prue cornered me two days ago?”
