“No!” Brooke says while shaking her head no. “Mason and I just have the same mom.”
“Have you talked to Mason?” I continue.
“No he won't answer his phone.” Brooke says sounding worried.
“Shit.” I rush back to my room and I grab my phone. I call Mason first but it goes straight to voicemail. Next I call Caleb, and he answers on the second ring.
“Caleb. Can you text me the address to your hotel?”
twenty-five
Mason
I'm sitting at the bar in the hotel staring at what I think is my fifth tequila shot. The bartender tries to cut me off, but all I had to do was flash him a hundred dollar bill, and the drinks kept coming. I glance up at the flat screen television hanging on the wall showing breaking news clips of my new chaotic life. Isaac Walker is my dad? My phone vibrates against the bar’s counter for the hundredth time. I pick it up and see it's Nyla again. I press the ignore button then I signal the bartender over.
“I'll have another...”
“I'll have what he's having, and you can put it on my tab.” A female voice orders the bartender. I turn my head and see a pretty red head. Her eyes were green and she had lips made for sin. My eyes continue down and land on a pair of fake tits.
“See something you want?” She asks leaning into me. “How about we go back to your room and I'll make you forget about all your problems.”
“Really?” I asked drunk out my mind?
“Yes really.”
“I'll pass. I have someone special in my life right now, and I refuse to mess it up.”
“Too bad. So where's your special someone now? As sexy as you are I wouldn't leave you at a bar drinking away your sorrows.”
“I refuse to let her see me like this.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. How about this. Let's go to your room and I'll suck your dick and fuck your brains out. How does that sound? It will be our little secret and your special someone will never find out. So what do you say. Wanna get out of here?”
twenty-six
Nyla
My taxi pulls up to the five-star hotel and I see nothing but reporters standing around. On my way here I called Caleb letting him know I was just around the corner, and he told me that he would be on the lookout for my taxi.
I pay the driver and I get out. I walk towards the crowded entrance, but I stop when I see someone wearing a baseball cap walking in my direction. He lifts the hat up a little so I could see his face. Caleb.
“Hey.” He says, pulling me into a hug.
“Hey.” I respond pulling away. “Is it always this crazy at every hotel you're at?”
“Sometimes, but since that story hit the media, every got damn news show and magazine column have been parked outside the hotel.”
“How are we supposed to get inside?”
“Side entrance. Let’s go.”
I follow Caleb to the other entrance of the hotel. He swipes his card and immediately we're given entrance.
We walk in and take the elevator to the lobby floor. The elevator doors open and we step out walking around people who were going on with their daily lives. We continue to walk, making our way to the hotel bar.
“I spoke to Jeremy before you came, and he mentioned something about Mason being down here.”
Caleb says over his shoulder. I continue to follow him until the bar comes into view, and there sitting at the bar was Mason, and he wasn't alone.
“Shit.” I could hear Caleb say. As we make our way to where he was sitting with another female.
We come to a stop right behind Mason's stool without bringing any attention to us.
“I told you I have someone.” I could hear Mason slur.
“Again she's not here is she?” The bitch says while running her hand up and down his thigh. “Come on let me take...”
“Bitch are you deaf? I think he just told you that he isn't interested.” I interrupt.
Mason clumsily turns around on his stool and sees me standing there with Caleb with a look of relief on his face.
“Well it looks like you came just in time sweetheart because I was getting ready to have a lot of fun with him.” She says while allowing her eyes to trace over Mason.
“Yeah. Well I guess you’ll need to find someone else's man to fuck.”
“Damn.” Caleb says behind me.
“It's his loss. How about you?” She asks looking over my shoulder at Caleb.
“Well...”
“Caleb.” I say through gritted teeth. “Help me get Mason to the room.”
“Well maybe next time.” The red head responds. Then she walks off.
“Come on let's get you out of here.” Caleb says.
We help Mason to a standing position. We both wrap one of his arms around our neck. Mason turns his head in my direction and says my name. The smell of tequila on his breath has me feeling nauseous. I turn my head away to take several deep breathes.
“Nyla you ready?” Caleb asks me.
I turn to Caleb and I can see the look of concern on his face.
“Yes.” I finally respond.
We make our way pass the lobby where you could see through the automatic doors, a swarm of reporters and paparazzi trying to get in, but security was preventing that.
We step into the elevator, Caleb swipes his keycard and we make our way up to their penthouse suite.
I unwrap Mason's arm from around my neck and I allow him to put all his weight on Caleb, then I move to stand on the other side of Caleb, waiting on the elevator to stop.
“Nyla.” Mason slurs my name again. He takes his arm from around Caleb, and tries standing on his own but stumbles back. “I wasn't going to fuck her.” He continues.
“Man if I were you. I would shut the fuck up right now.” Caleb suggests.
“Baby are you listening to me?” Mason slurs again.
I ignore him, and I continue to wait. The elevator eventually comes to a stop.
“Where's your key and which penthouse are you guys in?” I direct my question to Caleb.
After he tells me the room information, he gives me his key. The elevator doors open and I leave Caleb and Mason behind. I make my way down the hall to their suite. I insert the key and as soon as I have the door open, I rush inside.
I keep straight, walking past the kitchen where I see Jeremy.
“What's up Nyla. You alright?” He asks me.
“Where's the bathroom?” I ask him.
“Down the hall to your left.”
I jog down the hall, and into the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I drop to my knees in front of the toilet and I release all the contents in my stomach up. Once I'm done, I flush the toilet and I go to the sink to wash my hands, and I rinse my mouth out with the hotel's complimentary mouth wash. I take a seat on the edge of the huge bath tub and I break down. Unable to keep the tears from falling.
A light knock on the door has me wiping away my tears quickly.
“Who is it?”
“It's Caleb.”
“Come in.”
He sticks his head in and I wave him in.
“Close the door.” I say to him.
“Are you crying?”
“Where's Mason?” I ask him. Ignoring his question.
“In his room. Knocked out.”
“Okay good.”
“Are you going to explain to me why you're crying?”
I look up into his eyes and the tears start falling again.
“Shit Nyla. What's wrong? Don't let what happened at the bar get to you.”
“It's not that.”
“Okay. Then what is it. Talk to me. You've got me worried over here.”
After sitting there for several moments, trying to get my nerves in check. I look back up at Caleb. “I'm pregnant.” I respond with tears running down my face.
“Nyla.” He says my name in a calming voice. “Come here.” I stand and I walk into his open arms.
“Everything is going to be okay.”
He whispers to me. “Have you told anyone else?”
“No you're the first to know. If Mason wasn't drunk right now, I would tell him.”
“How long have you known?”
“I found out today. I took two tests and they both came out positive. What is Mason going to think? Everything is happening so fast.”
“Shhh. I’m sure everything will be okay. Just talk to him, and if he decides he doesn't want you or the baby to be a part of his life, just know I'm always here for you.”
“Thanks Caleb.”
“Any time big head.”
We both laugh while still embracing each other.
“How are you holding up?” I ask him.
“I'm fine. There's so much you don't know, but I'll be okay. I really hate it for Mason though.”
“Have you talked to him or your parents?”
“Mason? No not yet, and I'm just not ready to face my parents right now.”
“Well if you need to talk to someone, I'm here for you.”
“I appreciate that Nyla.”
He kisses the top of my head and pulls away.
“You look tired.” Caleb says, looking down at me.
“I am.”
“Come on. I'll let you have my room and I'll take the couch.”
Too tired to argue. I agree.
He hugs me to his body and walks me out the bathroom and across the hall to his room.
“If you need me, I'll be in the living room. Good night.”
“Good night Caleb.”
He closes the door behind him leaving me alone. I was so exhausted and hungry since I haven't been able to keep anything down lately.
“Bath. Snack. Bed.” I say to myself.
I walk into the bathroom and I run a warm bath. After several minutes of bathing and soaking in the tub. I dry myself off, and I wrap a towel around my body. I walk out the bathroom yawning several times.
Snack later. Sleep now.
I pull back the covers, leaving the towel wrapped around me, and I get in. I pull the covers up to my shoulders and as soon as my head hits the feather stuffed pillow, I was fast asleep.
twenty-seven
Mason
After a long hot shower. I still felt like shit. My head was pounding and I needed to get some food in my stomach. I make my way into the kitchen, but pause when I see Caleb sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper.
“Morning.”
He looks up and acknowledges my presence.
“Morning. How are you feeling?”
“Like shit. Man I'm trying to piece together what happened last night. I don't remember falling asleep. All I remember is going down to the bar, I briefly remember some girl with fake boobs trying to get me to fuck her and everything after that I have no clue.”
“Sounds like you got real fucked up man.” Caleb says then pauses for a moment. “How much do you care about Nyla?” He continues.
“What kind of question is that? You know I would do anything for her.”
“Really?”
“Yes!”
Caleb stands up and walks over to where I'm standing and leans against the counter. “Nyla is like a little sister to me. I know things are crazy right now especially since we just found out that we're brothers. We're blood. But let me tell you this. If you hurt Nyla in any way I'm going to fuck you up.”
“What? Look Caleb I know you and Nyla have been friends for a long time and you care about her. Just know...”
“Just know what? That you'll never hurt her?”
“Man what's your fuckin’ point?”
“My point is instead of you going to the bar to drink away your problems you should have been with her. Do you remember how you got back to your room? Oh wait I forgot. You were too drunk! You should have saw the look on Nyla's face when she saw you sitting at the bar with that bitch hanging all over you. When we walked over to get you, I thought she was going to beat the shit out of you, but then we overheard you telling her that you weren't interested. Man we helped your ass last night! But of course you can't remember.”
Caleb pushes off the counter getting ready to exit the kitchen but stops. “Get your shit together man. You're not the only one going through something right now. Oh and by the way. Nyla wasn't feeling so well last night so I told her to crash here. She's asleep in my room if you wanted to know.” Then he leaves the kitchen, making me feel worse than I did before. If that was possible.
twenty-eight
Nyla
The warm touch of someone's hand rubbing gentle circles against my naked stomach awakens me. I open my eyes and see Mason looking down at me.
“Good morning. Caleb told me that you got sick last night. How are you feeling?”
“Better now. I'm actually pretty hungry.”
“Do you want me to fix you something to eat?”
“Toast. Nothing too heavy, and a glass of orange juice if you have any.”
“Anything else?”
“No. I think that will do.”
“Are you sure? With you eating for two now. Do you think that will be enough?”
All I could do was stare at him speechless.
He reaches over me and grabs my cellphone off the nightstand. “Your phone has been going off all morning, so I thought I would turn it off for you, so you could get your rest but I didn't because of I saw this.”
He turns the phone so I could see the screen.
Jordyn: Nyla are you PREGO? I found two pregnancy tests in your bathroom and they don't belong to me or Brooke. Call me ASAP.
I read the words over and over not believing this was actually happening. Tears start to well up in my eyes.
“Mason.”
“Is it true?” He asks me.
“Yes.” I choke out.
“So we're having a baby?”
I nod my head yes trying to gage his reaction. “This wasn't supposed to happen this way. I should have been more careful. When I got sick, the antibiotics I was on prevented my birth control from working properly. I wasn't thinking. I'm a Pre-Med student and I should know better.”
“Maybe it was meant to be. This may shock you, but this is probably the best news I've received in a while.”
“Really? Because I'm scared out my mind.”
Mason lowers his head and places a kiss to my lips.
“Nyla look at me.”
I look up into his eyes and he wipes away the tears from my face. “We did this together. Stop putting all the blame on yourself.”
“Well trust me when I tell you that I didn't mean for you to find out this way.”
“How did you find out?”
“Well I’ve been feeling nauseous lately. I was thinking that maybe it was due to me not eating right. I’ve been busy and eating snacks on the go because of my school schedule. Then two nights ago Jordyn asked me if I had any tampons. It then dawned on me that I hadn’t gotten my period. So yesterday I bought two tests and they both came back positive.”
“So what happens next?”
“I'll call my doctor's office Monday and schedule an appointment.”
“Let me know when your appointment is so I can try to be there.”
“Okay I will.”
We laid there in silence, letting the fact that we were going to be parents sink in.
“Nyla. About last night.”
“We don't have to talk about it right now. You've been through so much already.”
“Thank you.” He responds before leaning in to kiss my lips again.
twenty-nine
Mason
“New York!” I scream into the microphone.
The fans in the arena go wild.
“I hope you enjoyed the show tonight, but of course all things must come to an end.”
Wildfire. Wildfire. Wildfire. The fans begin to chant.
I motion to the stage hands and they bring out a stool and my guitar.
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