Page 18 of Our Cracked Pieces
My chest was heaving with exertion when I asked, “What’d you hear?”
“That…that you admitted to beating up Mr. Hostettler for getting Vanessa pregnant,” she answered. “But no one knows for sure because Mr. Hostettler and Vanessa were mum after you took off.” Her face was so full of concerned confusion. “And something about Mr. Hilton suspending you pending an investigation or…something to that affect.”
And that was the thing, even if Mr. Hilton wasn’t keen on having me arrested, Mr. Hostettler always had that option. Especially, if he ends up fired over all this.
He did fuck a student, after all.
“What the hell happened, Lorcan?”
“I saw Mr. Hostettler pulling Vanessa into that storage room thing, and I got a bad feeling over it. I followed them, creeped inside the room, and then overheard Vanessa demanding he leave his wife now that she’s pregnant with his child.”
Molly’s eyes widened, and she let out a stunned gasp.“What?”
I just nodded. “She even mentioned how I thought the baby was mine.”
Shock gave way to anger really quick. “I’ll fucking kill her,” Molly spat.
“You can’t,” I said. “She’s pregnant, remember?”
Molly arched a brow coolly. “She won’t be pregnant forever.”
“It doesn’t matter, Molly Doll,” I lied. “It’s over and I’ll be out of here in two months.” I was going to West Texas A&M, while Vanessa had chosen Temple University in Pennsylvania. There would be plenty of real estate between us for me to forget she was ever a part of my life.
“It does matter, Lorcan,” she argued. “Vicious bitches like that shouldn’t be able to get away with ruining people’s lives.”
“Staying with her and raising a baby I’d, one day, find out wasn’t mine would be ruining my life, Molly. Not this.”
Before she could comment, the doorbell rang throughout the house, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the guys. And if it wasn’t all three of them, it’d be Josh for sure.
“Come on,” I told her. “Let’s go see who it is.”
Her grey eyes narrowed. “If it’s Vanessa, you better hold me back.”
I wrapped my sweaty arm around my sister. “Sure thing.”
Only it wasn’t Vanessa.
Opening the front door, Molly at my side, it was two uniformed police officers standing on the other side.
“Lorcan Cavanaugh?” the tallest of the two asked.
I nodded. “The third, to be exact,” I replied with attitude.
The second officer bristled. “You’re under arrest for the assault and battery of Mr. Paul Hostettler,” he said. “And it’s our understanding that you are of legal age, correct?”
“Call Dad and Mom,” I told Molly, not answering what they already knew.
Scrambling for her phone, Molly spat, “And did you arrest Mr. Paul Hostettler for fucking his teenage students?”
The first officer grimaced a bit but ignored her question. “Please turn around, Mr. Cavanaugh, and placed your hands behind your back.”
Doing my best to calm my temper, I did as he asked. This wasn’t a question of whether I was guilty or not, because I was. I was, and I didn’t need to add resisting arrest to my list of charges. I just hadn’t expected Mr. Hostettler not to try to hide what he and Vanessa had been about.
I glance at my sister, and anger was bright on her face. “Dad? Dad, you need to come quick,” she said into the phone as the second officer started to read me my rights. “Lorcan’s being arrested.”
“Come on, son,” the first officer said. “Let’s go.”
I turned around and let them lead me to the police car. I wasn’t overly worried because I knew I’d be bailed out within hours, but I’d been hoping to avoid all this bullshit.
