The mention of Danny pisses me off, and I move forward, grabbing her arm as I do and pulling her towards where my car is parked. I don’t intend on getting in the car with her, I just need her away from the entrance to my work.
“You listen to me,” I say as I let her go and block her between my car and someone else’s but keep a distance so I’m not too close to her. She’s trapped by the cars and the wall behind, but she just seems to look excited rather than worried. “I have tried for years to get Danny to listen to me, but you poisoned him with your vile words and shitty behaviour. If he wants to go on the same path as you, then he’ll have to find his own way out, because I’m done. I can’t make him want to speak to me, spend time with me, let me be a dad to him. You ruined any relationship I could have ever had with that boy, so the way he is now is on you and you alone.” I jab my finger at her, to get my point across.
“That’s how you see it?” she says with a tilt of her head.
“It’s how everyone would see it, except for you and him,” I bite back.
“Oh, Caleb, you do have a twisted way of viewing the past.” She speaks as if it’s no big fucking deal, and it pisses me off further. She always did like to twist the truth.
“I just state the facts.”
“Well the facts right now are that Danny is out of control.”
“And you want me to do what, exactly?” I can’t keep explaining to this woman that Danny won’t listen to a word I say, and I want to wrap this whole episode up quickly, because I don’t want to spend any more time in her presence than I have to.
“Stop fucking his ex-girlfriend would be a good start,” she spits out, and fucking hell, she’s just dropped the mother of all bombs on me. How the hell does she know that? She smirks at my apparent shock. “Yes, I know all about you andCameron.” She says her name like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth. “You should really learn to hide your tracks, Caleb.”
“I don’t need to hide from anybody,” I grit out, my hands clenching into fists at my sides as I struggle to keep my cool.
“Sure you don’t,” she says sarcastically. “Because I’m positive that Danny would be totally fine with you screwing the girl who has him all fucked up.”
“What? You’re fucking delusional.”
“Am I? Am I?” she repeats, her eyes doing that wild thing they were doing when I first saw her. “Let’s see… she’s fucked a father and his son, I’m pretty sure I’m not the delusional one.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I grit out.
“Maybe not, but I know that people will judge, and so will your son. And let’s not forget that he’ll feel betrayed by his own flesh and blood.”
I keep quiet, my jaw clenched, because if I don’t then I will unleash hell on this woman, and I don’t want to be that guy.
“He would never speak to you again, Caleb,” she continues as she takes a step closer to me. “He would hate you more than he does now, and he’d probably piss on your grave when you died.” Lovely. Just lovely. Such a way with words. “I suggest you keep me sweet, Caleb, or I’ll blow the lid on your “secret” and then you’ll see what living in hell really looks like.” And then she slams into me to knock me out of the way, pushing past and sauntering across the car park like she owns the fucking place. And when she disappears from sight, I can only assume that since the phone calls started that she’s been watching me, getting what she thinks is dirt on me to try and fuck up my life. But she’s messed with the wrong person, because I’m not going to play her games. I’m not going to let her think that she owns me, or any part of my life. No. I’m going to cut her off once and for all—even though I thought I had done that years ago, but hey, the woman’s a fucking nut job.
It's time I told Danny the truth.
ChapterThirty-Six
Caleb
“Danny,” I say as he opens the door and rolls his eyes.
“What do you want now? I thought I made myself clear the other day,” he says, staring daggers at me.
“You did, and I heard you loud and clear, but I need to talk to you,” I say, even though it fucking pains me to admit that I heard what he said and I know that he wants nothing to do with me.
“Make it quick, I’ve got shit to do,” he says as he steps back and lets me in. The smell is no better than the last time I was here, and he looks… strung out. How have things gotten this bad? I could spend days trying to decipher that question, and I would never reach the correct answer.
“Can we sit down for a minute?” I ask, and he huffs before leading me to the lounge, where he slumps into the sofa, his arms spread along the back on either side of him. I take a seat in the chair and hate that my hand has been forced before he’s ready to hear this news—then again, he may never be ready, so I guess I’ll just need to take the plunge. Probably should have told Cameron I was planning to do this, but I’m here now and I’ll apologise for my hastiness later and eat her pussy until she forgives me.
“Come on then,” Danny starts. “You here to give me another father and son talk? You want me to listen to your bullshit and tell you I believe you?”
“No,” I say as I feel the disappointment hitting me all over again. “I’m only here because your mother has forced my hand.”
“What?” He perks up a little at that, seeming to more alert than he was a few seconds ago. “What have you done? What have you made her do?”
Always with the excuses for her, and I guess that will never change.
“I haven’t done anything, and I could never make your mother do anything. You should know that by now,” I tell him.