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We re gonna take you home, Nick says.
What? No way, it s your wedding night, you re supposed to go home and hump like bunnies, I
mutter, pushing myself up into a sitting position.
Delilah giggles while Nick lets out a snort. I can t figure out what just happened until Delilah
leans over and picks up my dress a little.
Your big ass pregnant boob just popped out, flashing my husband. Get your shit together, lady,
LaLa tell me with a huge smile on her face.
Whoops! Sorry! I laugh, shrug, and then lift the top of my dress higher. Anyway, I can get
myself home just fine.
This is not up for debate, so don t bother, Nick says sternly, sending me a pointed look.
I growl. Dammit. He never backs down when he gives that look. Fucking lawyers.
Parker finally stands to join the conversation. He walks over to Nick and clasps him on the
shoulder. I got it, my man. Take your wife home and get your freak on. I will make sure Charlie
makes it home safely.
Are you sure? Nick asks him, as if I m not even in the room or have a say in the matter.
Parker reassures him and they continue their conversation quietly and secretively. I hear a few
words here and there, like acting like an asshole and take care of it. I smile briefly knowing that
however shitty my life might be right now, I really do have the best friends a girl could ask for.
Between the support they gave me at the parole hearing, and how they are standing behind me today, I
don t know how I didn t see it sooner.
As their conversations ends, I offer my two cents. Where s your dickhead best man? I grumble
as I get out of bed and start collecting my things.
I think he s locked himself away in his office, Nick snarls. Don t you worry; I will have
words with him.
Whatever, I mumble, not caring one way or another.
I can raise this baby on my own, and I m going to be a kick ass mom. He wants to be a deadbeat
dad? Then that s his prerogative. Have at it. I don t fucking need him. I ll get over the pain in my
heart, and I ll get over him. I will not let him break me. From my lips to god s ears!
I really didn t think not telling him about the rape was a deal breaker, guess I was wrong. It has
nothing to do with anything anymore, so it shouldn t matter. It s in the past, where it needs to stay.
And like I chose to get pregnant by my rapist. Please. Whatever, life goes on. Nobody knows that
better than I do.
Chapter Twelve
Calvin
I hate this fucking pussy. Here kitty kitty kitty. Come on, dude, cut a brother some slack, will ya?
Here kitty kitty kitty. I wake up early this morning, before the sun comes up. Actually, I m not sure
that I even fell asleep last night. Not talking with Charlotte is absolutely killing me. I get my pathetic
self moving and go to the gym so that I can kick the punching bag's ass for a few hours, trying to get
out my aggressions. The solitude sucks, but not knowing how Charlotte and the baby are is what's
doing me in.
Normally, I would just shower at the gym then head to the club, but I need to go home to feed my
cat. Charlotte's cat. Dammit! I need to feed Horse.
He still scares the shit out of me. I really think that he does it on purpose. I don t want him near
me, but he is constantly following me around and trying to get me to pet him. He climbs onto my lap
when I sit on the couch, and when I m sleeping, he comes and sleeps between my legs. He makes it
impossible not to touch him. I have to touch him if I want him to move.
Horse finally greets me at the door after I call for him a few more times. He meows and winds
himself around my legs as I walk to the kitchen to get him some food. I open a can of the nasty ass cat
food that Charlotte feeds him and use a fork to scoop it out into his bowl on the floor. That shit smells
disgusting. I hate it. After he digs in, I head for the bathroom where his litter box is. No doubt, it
needs to be cleaned out. Fucker craps at least three times a day, and good god, it smells horrendous.
Sure enough, there are a couple of nice size turds sitting there, uncovered. Aren t cats supposed
to cover their shit? I grab a plastic bag that I keep under the sink for this purpose and the pooper
scooper. I then scoop out the clumps of piss and shit. I catch a whiff of the poop and swallow back a
gag. I press my forearm to my nose to try to block out the smell for a moment.
Just as I tie up the bag, I hear a soft meow behind me. Horse rubs against my leg before climbing
into the litter box.
Dude, seriously, I just cleaned that out, I grunt. I shake my head when I realize that I m talking
to a damn cat.
Horse digs around a couple of times before popping a squat and taking a dump. The rancid smell
fills the bathroom causing me to wretch, and I run out of the room before I puke. Oh god, I don t know
how much more of this cat I can take. Maybe I can get Little Bit to take the bastard.
A few minutes later, Horse finds me in the living room and twirls his little black body around
my legs. I don t know why you like me so much because I hate you, I mutter, bending over to give
his little head a scratch.
I take a quick shower and head off to work, leaving a couple of treats on the floor for Horse.
Spoiled pussy.
Calvin again&
Six days, eight hours, twenty-one minutes. That s how long it s been since I ve spoken to
Charlotte. Every moment of that time has been agony. Yet, I can t find it in myself to apologize to her.
She lied to me. Should I have said what I said? No. I can t take it back now, either. I m still angry that
she never told me about her past. Everyone and their mother is pissed off at me right now. Monica
barely gave me a head nod and a dirty look when I walked into the club a few days ago. Nick and
Parker have been very short with me the few times that they actually answered their phones. And my
parents, Jesus Christ, they have done everything in their power to make me feel like the worst son
ever. That s another thing that pisses me off, nobody is even trying to see it from my side of things. If
this situation had been reversed, if I had kept something from Charlotte about my past, I have no doubt
that she d feel exactly how I feel right now.
I have a massive headache that will not go away. I have some dick with nasty ass jailhouse tats
on his face trying to push his way past Monica to get into the club. I try to calm him down, but shit,
that cat has anger management issues, but left when I threaten to call the cops. Now, I m sitting behind
my desk, rubbing my temples when there is a knock on my door. I call out for them to come in without
stopping the rubbing; it seems to be helping the pain in my head. I don t even bother looking up when
the door opens, figuring that it s just Monica needing to tell me something.
Ya know, I m actually pretty pleased to see you looking like shit, says Delilah as she shuts the
door behind her and takes off her mask.
My head shoots up and I stare at her for a moment, a million and one things running through my
head as to why she could be here. What s wrong? Is it Charlotte? Is it the baby? I blurt out a bit
frantically.
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