Page 86 of Regancy & Savior
I laughed. “And why the fuck would I do that? I’m not saying I was perfect, but I did walk in on you and my brother. Even if Taurus and I weren’t a thing, I would still never look your way. Sabastian, what you and I had was fictitious.”
He narrowed his eyes like he didn’t understand what I was saying. “What do you mean?”
“We were never gonna sett a date, and we both know that. You only wanted to be with me because how it looked and that trust fund my brother set up a meeting with me about.” The moment the words trust fund left my lips, he threw his head back in confusion. It was obvious I was supposed to know nothing about it.
“You met with Joseph?” he questioned.
“Unfortunately, and I’m gonna tell you like I made clear to him… I am not marrying you. So please leave me alone and go on about your life.”
“What about your career? You can’t believe you’ll get anywhere with a criminal in your corner.”
I laughed. “What about it? Just leave, Sabastian.”
He stood there staring at me for a few moments before nodding his head and walking out of my office. It bothered him that him calling Taurus a criminal didn’t move me. I could tell it also messed with him that I didn’t give him the back-and-forth that he probably came here for. I dismissed him once again, and there was nothing he could do but go on about his business.
Before I could pick up the phone and call my mother back, my cell phone started ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but I still answered it.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hello, Lane. It’s your father. I’m in the hospital. I’m at Gottlieb. Please come soon before your mother lets these people kill me with her evil ass.”
That call with my father put my emotions in a frenzy. I knew he and I hadn’t been on the best of terms, but I did love him. I rushed to the hospital, worried out of my mind. When I finally reached the outside of his room, I spotted him laid up looking like all the color had drained from his face. I could see from afar that he was pissed. I just didn’t know why until I got closer to the doorway and heard the next words from his mouth. I bit my lip, attempting to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape my throat.
“You want these people to kill me, don’t you? You prayed for me to have a heart attack just so we wouldn’t have to?—”
By now, I wanted to know who he was talking to. I couldn’t see who it was, because whoever it was had to be sitting in the corner of the room shielded by the curtain.
“Go to hell. I would love to see you dead, but I wouldn’t waste my prayer on it. I just thought karma would get you itself. You rotten bastard.” My mother’s voice filled the room.
This was the first time I had heard them bicker, and as funny as it was, it was also so damn sad. At this point, it was obvious that their dysfunctional asses still loved one another. Finally, I made myself continue into the room. As soon as I entered, I spotted my mother sitting in the chair in the corner of the room with a deep scowl on her face.
“Good thing you’re here. Get her the hell out of here.” He pointed from my mother to the door.
“The only way I’m leaving is if your old ass physically removes me or you do us all a favor and die.” My mother threw her head side to said in a combative way.
“You ain’t a spring chicken yourself.” He had to have the last word.
“Alright, y’all! Enough!” I broke it up and looked toward my father. “What happened?”
He looked at me, then he looked away. “I?—”
“The prostitutes. He has an addiction to fast sex, and that almost took his damn life in the back of an alley.” My mother finished his sentence for him. She seemed more pissed than she should’ve been, considering they were in the middle of a divorce.
He started coughing. “You’re just spilling my fucking business. If I wanted my daughter to know that I like prostitutes, then I would’ve told her my-damn-self!” Long gone was the polished side of my father. Right now, I was looking at a complete stranger. I had never heard my father curse so much in my life. “Since you wanna tell my daughter about my deeds, tell her about that prosecutor; tell her what you do in the back seat of those Town Cars,” my father said in a matter-of-factly tone. I could see hate in his stare, or maybe it was just anger.
“You’re just mad I won’t do it to you with your half-dead, nasty-nut ass!” She pointed in his direction.
At this point, I was completely disgusted, and I needed to take a seat. My parents were as dysfunctional as they came, and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it until now. I tuned them out as they continued to bicker back and forth.
“Since we’re telling her everything, why don’t you tell her that Joseph ain’t my damn son!”
Somehow, my brain caught that part if the conversation, and immediately I snapped my head in my mother’s direction for an explanation.
“That’s a damn lie, and you know it. I am tired of you bringing that shit up. Why don’t you tell our daughter that you burned me?”
“Just stop. Both of you just stop it. This is sad. You both need some type of counseling because obviously you have problems with the another. Please seek help and don’t call me until you do.” With that, I walked out of the hospital room and left both of them to bicker away. I definitely couldn’t stay there, because the little amount of time I was there had given me the biggest headache. Usually, my mother and father were prim and polished, but today, I saw another side that had me looking upside both of their heads. I just needed to go home and close my eyes. Maybe I’d feel like dealing with them tomorrow.Hopefully.
When I finally got to Taurus’s place, he was standing in the doorway shirtless with a bandage on his chest, waiting on me. I walked right into his awaiting arms.
