Chapter 19 #2
“Then get her some nice, drawing stuff.” My mom doesn’t sound so happy with my answer.
“Okay, I'll talk to Mason and Miles and see if we can all just chip in for something big. She was talking about wanting a new sewing machine a couple of days ago to Declan, wasn't she?”
“Oh, that's a lovely idea. Do you know anything about sewing machines?” My mom jokes knowing very well I don’t.
“No, we're just going to go into a shop and tell them that she designs dresses and shit, and then hopefully they'll just give us the best one.”
“Yes, boys will be boys. Okay, I’ll leave it with you three.”
“Mom, we'll get something before dinner tonight. Do you need me to pick up a cake?” I ask, this is a last minute birthday party so not sure what she has done and what she hasn’t.
“No, I’m baking one.”
“Of course you are. See you tonight, Mom.”
Well, this family dinner is going to be fun, but my question is why didn’t Declan tell us it’s her birthday. Looking up Mason, or Miles, whichever one will answer first, I stop and go to the group chat and hit the call button.
“Not in the car alone.” I say before even saying hello to them, knowing them well enough to know they will say something stupid.
“Oh, you found her then did you?” Mason starts, and before he can carry on, I talk next.
“Mom has just called me about dinner—”
“Yes, we're coming.”
“No idiots, let me finish. Mom's just found out it's Trixie’s birthday.” I start and by the silence I don’t think they knew either.
“Oh, she kept that one secret, didn't she?” Miles jokes.
“Well, it's not like she talks to us all the time. Maybe the person in the car would like to share a secret,” Mason adds.
Trixie is getting better with us, sometimes we even get a sentence from her, she’s teaching Miles how to sign which Declan hates, because he says it's a way for them to have a secret conversation. So, Trixie said she'll only teach Miles the swear words. Which Miles was happy with.
“Anyway, mum and dad got a gift, she's making her cake—”
“Of course, any reason for mom to bake a cake,” Miles jokes.
“She was talking to D about a sewing machine—”
“And what sewing machine are we getting?” Mason snaps.
“I don't know, we'll go into a shop and just ask them. She designs clothes. There's got to be a specific one. I’ll pick you up from the house.”
“Does the mall even have sewing machine shops?” Miles asks.
“No,” I turn to Olivia.
“Oh, she speaks. Maybe she'll tell us why she did it,” Mason snaps.
“You won't find fashion styled sewing machines in the mall. You need to probably order it online, but there's a shop about an hour away.”
“I'll get the address. Once I've dropped Olivia off, I’ll come and get you two.” I end the call, and I see Olivia shift in the seat.
“Is Declan the only one that has a girlfriend?”
“Yes.” I don’t need to talk to her.
“Mom made some cookies for me. Would you like some?” Her voice is low, as if she’s scared to say anything.
“No.” I still remember Mrs. B's cookies, they’re probably the best cookies I ever had. “Hayden—”
“I would like to continue the rest of this journey in peace and quiet. I don't need to hear anything you’ve got to say to me.” Cain said he'd look into Olivia for me, and I said no, but maybe it would give me some peace about why she did it.
Do I care? Do I want to know? No, I don't. I don't care. I don't want to know.
“All I wanted to say was, you look good.”
I tighten my hands around the steering wheel, telling myself to calm down, so I don't snap at her, and ell her to shut up. She doesn't get to be nice to me anymore.
18 years old
I look around the room waiting for my lawyer to walk in. The officers have been asking me the same question for twenty minutes. I know the rules don't say a word.
Twenty minutes. Twenty fucking minutes. How long does it take my lawyer to get here?
“You don't get to speak to my client.” About fucking time.
“I would like a moment with my client please.” The officers look between each other and leave.
“And you don't get to listen to this conversation. I have another attorney outside this window to make sure you are not listening.” This is why my dad pays them the big money. “What have you said?”
“Nothing, I didn't do anything,” I reply, waiting for him to tell me some good news, and I can get out of here.
“Okay, Hayden, breathe.”
“No, I didn't rape her,” I snap, how the fuck am I meant to breathe when I’m being accused of something I haven’t done.
“We can't find her.”
“What? She was at the fucking hospital.” He needs to go there and find her.
“We don't know where she is. Hayden. She's not in the hospital.
The hospital said that she discharged herself.
We've been to her place. Your dad has been to all her dad's workplaces.
Her phone has gone off. Her dad's phone is off.
We can't find her. We don't know what's happened, but I've read the report.” He goes quiet and looks at the window before turning back to me.
“And?”
“She's saying that you raped her and…empty your pockets. Hayden.”
“What?”
“Empty your pockets.” I empty my jacket pockets, and Olivia's underwear is there.
“I picked them up, because I didn’t want her to be embarrassed if someone else saw them.
“She said you raped her and took her underwear as a souvenir.”
“I never fucking raped her.”
“We're trying to see if we can get DNA samples, a rape kit from the hospital, everything. We're going to get you… everything off you, fingerprints, anything under your nails, see if you've got scratches. We will do everything Hayden, I promise.”
Present day.
Parking the car, I get out and walk over to Blake, and tell him not to mention anything about Cain, he nods then looks behind me at Olivia.
“The car is all fixed, and your breaks are fixed too.” Blake throws the key at me. “Your face doesn't look too good.” He jokes.
“You left before you could see the guy you fucked up. Took him about forty minutes before he could stand up,” Travis laughs, and I give him and Logan a nod.
“Blake was joking he wants to fight Mason, one crazy fucker fighting another.” Logan looks over at Olivia then back to me.
“Really, you want to fight that psycho, you forgot who trained him. I’m sure you would give him a good fight, but you’ve seen him down there.” Now Blake is crazy out of the three, but Mason is a man full of rage and only needs a reason to let it all out, and he doesn’t care either.
There's a reason Cain taught him to be the one who gets information from people when we need it. We don’t even know why he is so full of rage.
My parents took him to the doctors, and they just say he’s being a boy and wants to get his way.
In the end they know Mason would never hurt anyone, so they’ve left him be.
Then Cain came along, and made him into what he is today, a fighter who prefers a bat with barbed wire around it.
“As long as he doesn’t kill me, I’d be open to it,” Blake jokes, and I look behind me at Olivia and throw the car key to her, and she catches it.
“If you want your face fucked up, let me know and I’ll talk to him. I need to get a present.” I say bye to them all, and nothing to Olivia as I walk back to the car.
Closing the door, I look at Olivia as she walks over to her car. Why the hell can I not stop thinking about her? The way her lips felt on mine, how her body would feel under mine. As much as I hate her, all I want to do is touch and kiss her.
Do people fuck those they hate?