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He shrugged. "My mother lied when we went to the doctors for it. She said it was my fault, and I was the one to hit myself in the eye. They believed it because I was so young."
"How old were you?"
"Probably not much older than five or six. I was still young enough for the doctors to think I was just a rambunctious boy that got into things and would naturally get into some trouble. He thought it was extreme for the injury to be so severe, but he didn't blame my mother in the slightest, especially once she started crying about her 'poor baby boy'." He chuckled humorlessly. "I think she was more afraid that they'd see through her lies than the fact that her 'baby boy' was hurt."
"Why did you stay with her for so long?" she asked softly. "How could you live with a woman like that?”
He shrugged and avoided turning or looking her way. "She's my mom. She wasn't all that bad, especially when she wasn't taking the pills. Those days were few and far between, but I lived for them sometimes."
"All the more reason never to return there again. Some distance from her would do you a world of good. Who knows? Maybe she'll clean up her act if her son isn't around for her to smack around," she muttered.
Caspar didn't answer her, and she was glad. She was in a foul and argumentative mood, and she knew that if he tried to change her mind about his mother, she'd probably blow up on him. Her morals were a little wacky, but the Cantil didn't put up with child or spousal abuse.
Mykie didn't want to think about it, but she had to know what happened. “Why did she attack you?”
“Dad asked for a divorce,” he explained. “I didn't know that he did, but then I told her I was moving out. She didn't take the news well, and she told me I wasn’t allowed to leave her alone.”
She clenched her hand around the steering wheel. “I’m glad you called me. I wouldn't…I wouldn't have known what to do if you didn't, and I found out that you were hurt beyond repair. Especially now that I know about your eye.”
“Thank you for leaving her alone,” he said in a whisper.
The rest of the way to Renly’s was spent in silence. The garage door was closed, so she had to park her car outside. She grabbed Caspar’s crutches from the backseat and went around to his side of the car. He was waiting with his door open and took the offered help to get out of the car before he tucked the crutches under his arms.
“Just another week of those, probably,” Mykie murmured as she closed the passenger side door for him. She grabbed Caspar's bag and the rest of the things.
“I hope so,” he answered. He stood by the front door as he waited for her to collect all his stuff along with her own bag. “It’s starting to get frustrating. I could have driven myself there and back, and I wouldn’t have been so stuck.”
She pushed the door open roughly, hoping she would startle anyone inside to come to the door. Maybe now Renly had come home, and she had more to say to him than just about his father’s loss. She accepted that by now, she wouldn’t have been the first one to contact him. She needed to explain herself to him and Ryker.
Ryker.
Oh god, he was probably one of the first ones that discovered the body, since he was planning to meet her there for their meeting. Did he think she did it? He knew she was capable of killing someone, but would he believe she was capable of killing his father?
Her head whipped to the left when she heard the creak of a door opening. She set everything in her hands down on the kitchen counter before she marched across the wooden floor.
She had her mouth open, and she was ready with a whole speech prepared. However, the words died on her lips when she realized that Renly wasn't the one coming around the corner.
BURSTING FRUSTRATIONS
"Woah. What's got you so worked up?" Blaine asked, stopping short just before she would have run into his chest.
"Have you seen Renly?" She stressed the urgency in her voice. "I need to talk to him."
"He hasn't been home since this morning. Why?" He crossed his arms in front of him.
"I just need to talk to him, all right? It's none of your concern," she muttered under her breath as she turned on her heel. She wasn't going to air Renly's dirty laundry out for anyone with ears to know about. Even if this was his supposed best friend.
She started to pace as she thought about what she was going to do. She was stuck waiting like a sitting duck in fear of just missing him if she went out to find him, but every minute that passed could mean that he already knew, and she wouldn't be able to make sure he was all right.
She didn't like the helpless feeling in her chest… Not one bit.
"What's wrong with her?" she heard Blaine ask. She wanted to snap at him again, but she knew that it wouldn't help anything if she did.
"Just something happened, and she needs to talk to Renly," Caspar answered. “I’m not really allowed to say. Got to be in the know and all.”
“Something serious, or just something she believes is serious?”
"I would appreciate it if you two stopped talking to me like I wasn't here," she snarled. She whipped around and faced them. They were standing near the kitchen island and leaning their heads together. Any other day, she would have been amused by the idea of Blaine gossiping with anyone, much less Caspar.
