“There’s a lab not far from here.” My hands began to tremble, so I shoved them into my jean pockets. I was already depressed as fuck. If I lost Caleb over this, I don’t know what I’d do. “I called them yesterday and set up an appointment for today. They can do same day testing. They use saliva samples. I figured that would be the least invasive option for little Caleb.”
“This is quite a lot to process.” He stared at me. “Do you really think Rebecca would have named him ‘Caleb’ if she doubted who his father was?”
“Yes. Actually, it sounds like something she would have done.”
She loved Caleb—Caleb Senior. I’d fucked up everything the night I gave in and kissed her. It still surprised me at how quickly that kiss led to everything else we did. We’d both made a mistake. Only, her mistake cost so much more.
Caleb exhaled, locking his fingers behind his head, letting the guitar dangle around his neck from its strap. “Fine. Let’s go. I will punch you in the face over this later, after we find out who the boy’s father actually is.”
Caleb wasn’t violent. He was the kindest of my brothers. A hell of a lot nicer than me. Nicer than Ollie by far. I wished there was a way I could take all of this back. I hated hearing those words come out of his mouth. I hated seeing him in pain. I knew he loved the new girl he’d been seeing—Emma. Now all of this mess with Rebecca was screwing up a second relationship for him.
“I don’t want to see Rebecca,” I told him. “So I should go before she returns from the store. Let’s meet at the lab...in about an hour?”
“Fine.”
“Okay.”
There was an awkwardness between us that I’d never felt in my life.
“I’ll text you the address of the clinic.”
“I’ll wait for your text.”
~ CHAPTER 2 ~
REBECCA
“Mom, please, come home,” I said into the phone. This was the third time this week I’d begged her. I knew her answer wouldn’t change, but I had to try one more time. For my own sanity, I had to try.
“Honey, you can do this. Make that boy fall in love with you again.”
“He’s not a boy anymore. Caleb Mills is different now. I’m different now. I don’t feel it with him anymore. He certainly doesn’t feel it with me.”
“You need help with Caleb Junior. I can’t be that person anymore. I have a life. I have a man. I need to put him first.”
My heart sank. Sometimes a girl just needs her mom. And mine was refusing to be there for me. Granted, she’d been the person by my side for four years. But she left. She fucking left me to do this on my own.
“I have to go,” I said in my anger and hit the button to end our call. “Fuck,” I tossed the phone across the car. I hadn’t been paying attention to the road, and as I glanced back up, I nearly ran straight into an approaching vehicle.
Someone else was driving down Caleb Mill’s long-ass narrow driveway. I swerved to make room, straight into the grass ditch on the side of the road.
The truck that had passed me stopped—I watched in my review mirror. No one left the car. I was okay. I hadn’t been going fast. I reversed, turning the wheels, figuring my way out of the ditch. Someone a long time ago taught me how to do this. When you grow up on backroads and dirty roads—you’ve got to learn how to get unstuck. So I put that knowledge to good use.
I rolled down the window, waving at the person behind the truck’s tinted windows, shouting an, “I’m sorry,” in their direction before I continued on my way.
Back at the house, I unloaded the groceries before I went off searching for Caleb and little Caleb. Caleb’s house was enormous. I’d been with him in the beginning of his career, just as the band was gaining popularity. Back then there were no mansions or fancy cars. No endless driveways or maid services. For a time, it was just the four members of his band, plus me, living out of a van together. Sometimes I still missed those days.
These days Caleb Mills was a household name. I watched Sunset Revival perform with Rihanna at the Grammy’s last year. As I sat on the couch that night, in my mom’s crappy apartment, I told myself I’d never give in and call him. That I could manage on my own, as a single mother. But things hadn’t gotten better since I made that promise to myself. I needed help. It wasn’t his money I wanted. I needed my son’s father. No matter how painful it was to go back to him, here I was.
I found the two Calebs in the basement, playing drums. Little Caleb had really taken a liking to the other Caleb. And he pretty much hated everyone but me and my mom.
“Hey,” I said.
The second he saw me, Caleb Mills stood, giving me the world’s most evil glare, and brushed passed me.
“How’d it go?” I demanded. This was only his second time watching little Caleb on his own with me out of the house.
“Fine.”
“What’s your problem?”
“Not you, hopefully.”
What the hell did that mean? “Where are you going?”
“To shower,” he yelled as he started up the stairs.
Little Caleb immediately began to cry. If anyone raised their voice ever—my boy would cry. He was so sensitive. I went to give him a hug and calm him.
What crawled up Caleb Mills’ ass?
And then I realized, that truck from the driveway, the one that had almost hit me. Somehow, I knew it belonged to Luke Mills. It seemed like something he would drive. Luke Mills was just here at the house. With my son. With his brother.
Oh God.
I felt sick to my stomach.
What if Luke just told him everything?
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I Feel Like I’m Drowning | Two Feet
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