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He laughs, nodding his head. The asshole actually laughs.
“You may have her looks, but you definitely don’t have her soft demeanor.” My head shoots up, my eyes wide open. What the hell? He has my attention now. And he is fully aware of it.
“Four days ago I saw her lying in that bed,” he says pointing to my bed.
I look at the bed and then at him. I start breathing heavy as my heart beats faster. My eyebrows pull together out of confusion and anger but nothing comes out of my mouth.
“You look so much like her. An exact copy. When I walked into the room, you were still asleep. With your hair spread around your head, I thought I was seeing things. It knocked the wind out of me,” he breathes out, “but then you opened your eyes. It was like I was looking into my eyes.”
No… no… no. I was shaking my head. There is no way. No fucking way!
Travis continues ignoring my panic. “When they brought me your driver’s license, I saw the name Renee Pearson. It was like my world came crashing down on me.”
“No! You killed her!” I scream. “You did not love her!”
“I. Did. Not. Kill. Her.” He calmly pronounces each word. “She held my heart captive. The day she left, she took it with her. She obviously took other things of mine, as well.”
“I am not yours!” I stand up and shout. “I saw the man’s car that killed my mom and it was your car!” I scream, pointing at him.
He winces, confusion on his face.
“That’s right, asshole, I know it was you!” I’m frozen in place. Tears stain my face.
“Emily, I swear to you, I did not kill your mom.” He remains seated, looking up at me with pain in his eyes. He grips the chair so hard his knuckles turn white. “When the police came and questioned me about the murder of Lana Renee Pearson, part of me died with her. I found out who did kill her and made him pay with his life.” The coldness in his voice gives me chills. “What I don’t understand is I have seen the police report and no where did it mention a witness, let alone a child witness.”
“I was ten! I don’t have a clue why I wasn’t on the report. I was there. I saw the man walk up to my door, point a gun to my mom’s head, and pull the trigger,” I cry out. “And even if you didn’t pull the trigger, it is still your fault.”
“Yes, it is,” he whispers and drops his head into his arms. “And I live with that regret every day.” He looks up. “And now finding out about you…” He chokes up with tears in his eyes.
“NO! You don’t know that.” I hold my hand to my heart. It’s beating so fast I can barely breathe.
“Yes, I do.” He keeps his eyes locked with mine. “When I saw the name on the driver’s license I knew it wasn’t a coincidence that you looked exactly like her but with my eyes. At first I was angry, thinking someone was playing a game with me. I had to find out, which is why I did a DNA test.”
“You bastard! You’ve kept me locked up in this room so you could see if I was your kid? Well you win father of the fucking year!” I seethe, throwing my hands in the air. I can’t stand it anymore.
I run to the bathroom and slam the door, needing to release some of this anger. There is so much bottled up inside. I scream at the top of my lungs till I can’t anymore. Falling on my knees, I curl up on the floor and cry. I don’t know how long I’ve been on the floor, but warm arms wrap around me and pick me up.
Jett.
He carries me to the bed, gently lying me down. I feel his hard body lie down behind me. He holds me tight with his strong arms.
“Shh, sweetheart. It’ll be okay,” he whispers softly into my ear.
Wanting to tell him to fuck off, that no, it won’t be okay, but words don’t come out when I open my mouth.
I must have fallen asleep because I wake up burning. Trying to toss the blankets off of me, I find I’m still being held tightly by Jett. I turn around to face him and soft, emerald green eyes meet mine.
“Hi.” He smiles, showing off those dimples.
“Hi,” I squeak out, closing my eyes.
I’d say my life has never been so messed up, but unfortunately my life has been nothing but messed up. When will the hits stop coming?
“Want to talk about it? Tell me what’s wrong?” he speaks softly while brushing my hair out of my face.
I guess Travis didn’t tell Jett. I don’t think I can tell him either.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” I sigh, closing my eyes again, knowing if those eyes grab hold of me, I’d tell him everything.
