today, but she won’t do it, so I’m leaving that to you and Beth.” I say to Sara.
“Caston,” Sabrina tries to protest.
I quiet her with a kiss.
Sara starts squirming in front of us. “Damn it, you two, stop it, or I will join in.”
Sabrina blushes. I know she’s just as excited about that option as Sara is.
“Go,” I whisper into Bre’s ear, “I’ll worship your body tonight.”
She heads off down the hall with Sara, and I have to smile because she didn’t grab her crutches.
Taking out my cell phone, I dial my dad.
“Hey, Dad… I’m good. I need to talk to you about something. Can you come over tonight for dinner and a beer? Okay, great. See you then.”
Hanging up, I call Terrance to tell him I’m heading home, and then I make my way to the garage. Thankfully, Terrance had moved the bike after I got in, so I didn’t have to go deal with the paparazzi again.
A few hours have passed, and I’m sitting on my couch mindlessly flipping through the channels while waiting on my dad to show up. I’m already tense and unsure how this is going to go. The weather outside has dimmed, there’s a storm on the horizon.
Hearing the front door open, I mute the television and reach for my rum and Coke.
“Hey, son. How’s it going?”
He walks over to the bar in the corner and pours himself something.
“Where’s Jon? I thought he was coming.”
“Nope.” I said as I take another drink.
“Something the matter, son?”
I look over at him slowly. Taking another drink, I size up how this is going to go. Terrance is already stalking back and forth in the other room, I can see him out of the corner of my eye.
“You could say that.”
He still doesn’t have a clue that I’m upset with him.
“Something wrong with BH? Please, tell me it’s not with Sabrina?”
I get up and walk to refill my drink. Turning around I rest my back on the bar. “So, Dad, tell me about my mom, Rose.”
He immediately tenses, but he shakes it off. He smiles at me, “What do you want to know, Cass?”
“How about how she died.”
“Caston, I’ve told you this all before. She was on her way home from work. It was dark and rainy. A car was speeding down the road and hydroplaned. It lost control and jumped the curb hitting her. Thankfully she didn’t suffer because she died immediately. I paid for her burial. It was a just her and me, very intimate.” He takes a huge gulp of his drink.
“Bull shit, James…”
His head snaps toward me. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
Glaring at him I walk over toward the couch. “But it is, isn’t it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, Dad.”
His mouth drops open, and he blinks a few times.
“How… what do you know?”
“I know she’s alive. I have a meeting with Detective Alverez tomorrow to find out more, but I’d like to hear it from you.”
He takes a deep breath and stares at me as if he was lost in his thoughts.
“I want the truth, don’t fucking try to come up with some lie. I think you owe me this.” I slam the glass down on the table in front of him, making him jump back.
“Okay. Caston, sit, please.”
I back up and sit in the chair. Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees and wring my hands over and over.
James backs up on the couch and takes a drink. It was slow and painful waiting for him to continue. Right now I didn’t even want to call him Dad. Who lies to their son their whole life? Fuck, he would leave me with Beverly for days on end even though he knew she was crazy.
“Your mom is still alive,” he says quietly.
“No shit, Dad… Tell me something I don’t know.”
“God, Caston, I am not sure where to start. This has been killing me, since the day I told you she was dead.”
“Really, James?” I get up in his face and grab his shirt, “Fucking start at the beginning.”
Terrance appears in the doorway behind my dad. He’s tense, not sure how I’m going to
“Caston,” Sabrina tries to protest.
I quiet her with a kiss.
Sara starts squirming in front of us. “Damn it, you two, stop it, or I will join in.”
Sabrina blushes. I know she’s just as excited about that option as Sara is.
“Go,” I whisper into Bre’s ear, “I’ll worship your body tonight.”
She heads off down the hall with Sara, and I have to smile because she didn’t grab her crutches.
Taking out my cell phone, I dial my dad.
“Hey, Dad… I’m good. I need to talk to you about something. Can you come over tonight for dinner and a beer? Okay, great. See you then.”
Hanging up, I call Terrance to tell him I’m heading home, and then I make my way to the garage. Thankfully, Terrance had moved the bike after I got in, so I didn’t have to go deal with the paparazzi again.
A few hours have passed, and I’m sitting on my couch mindlessly flipping through the channels while waiting on my dad to show up. I’m already tense and unsure how this is going to go. The weather outside has dimmed, there’s a storm on the horizon.
Hearing the front door open, I mute the television and reach for my rum and Coke.
“Hey, son. How’s it going?”
He walks over to the bar in the corner and pours himself something.
“Where’s Jon? I thought he was coming.”
“Nope.” I said as I take another drink.
“Something the matter, son?”
I look over at him slowly. Taking another drink, I size up how this is going to go. Terrance is already stalking back and forth in the other room, I can see him out of the corner of my eye.
“You could say that.”
He still doesn’t have a clue that I’m upset with him.
“Something wrong with BH? Please, tell me it’s not with Sabrina?”
I get up and walk to refill my drink. Turning around I rest my back on the bar. “So, Dad, tell me about my mom, Rose.”
He immediately tenses, but he shakes it off. He smiles at me, “What do you want to know, Cass?”
“How about how she died.”
“Caston, I’ve told you this all before. She was on her way home from work. It was dark and rainy. A car was speeding down the road and hydroplaned. It lost control and jumped the curb hitting her. Thankfully she didn’t suffer because she died immediately. I paid for her burial. It was a just her and me, very intimate.” He takes a huge gulp of his drink.
“Bull shit, James…”
His head snaps toward me. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
Glaring at him I walk over toward the couch. “But it is, isn’t it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, Dad.”
His mouth drops open, and he blinks a few times.
“How… what do you know?”
“I know she’s alive. I have a meeting with Detective Alverez tomorrow to find out more, but I’d like to hear it from you.”
He takes a deep breath and stares at me as if he was lost in his thoughts.
“I want the truth, don’t fucking try to come up with some lie. I think you owe me this.” I slam the glass down on the table in front of him, making him jump back.
“Okay. Caston, sit, please.”
I back up and sit in the chair. Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees and wring my hands over and over.
James backs up on the couch and takes a drink. It was slow and painful waiting for him to continue. Right now I didn’t even want to call him Dad. Who lies to their son their whole life? Fuck, he would leave me with Beverly for days on end even though he knew she was crazy.
“Your mom is still alive,” he says quietly.
“No shit, Dad… Tell me something I don’t know.”
“God, Caston, I am not sure where to start. This has been killing me, since the day I told you she was dead.”
“Really, James?” I get up in his face and grab his shirt, “Fucking start at the beginning.”
Terrance appears in the doorway behind my dad. He’s tense, not sure how I’m going to
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