All through high school, I followed people. Followed my dad. Followed Jared. Followed the norm.
When you follow, you forget to grow. Days pass, years roll over you, and you’re left with little to show for your life. My father was proof of that. He worked and hid, loving a woman he didn’t have the courage to claim, and for what? So he could have a city full of people at his funeral and a hefty estate to leave his estranged son?
My father had nothing. Not yet, anyway.
I knew he loved me, and in that respect I was a lot luckier than Jared and Jax, but I didn’t aspire to be like my dad. There were some good memories, but I honestly wasn’t sure how I’d react if he were suddenly gone.
That’s the thought that snapped me awake in my bed. Heat drifted down my neck and back, and I didn’t have to touch my skin to know that I was sweating.
My father knew what he wanted, but he never took it. I didn’t want those regrets.
I looked over, seeing Fallon curled into a ball and fast asleep at my side. She was dressed in a tank top and sleep shorts, and the blankets rested at her waist. With her hands tucked under her cheek and her hair draping over the pillow above her head, she looked so tiny and helpless.
My mouth turned up with a smile at the thought, because Fallon was anything but helpless.
I still liked enjoying this view of her, though. My heartbeat slowed, watching her steady breathing.
Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I checked the time, seeing that it was only nine p.m. After skating this afternoon and our little detour, our bodies had been dragging. We crashed in my room, not even caring to eat the roast Addie had left in the oven for us.
My phone buzzed, and I held it above me, opening up the text from Jax.
Can you come over? Alone?
Alone? He must’ve found something on Fallon’s mom, but why did I have to come alone?
Be there in twenty.
Turning on my side, I nudged Fallon awake. “Babe?” I whispered, kissing a trail from her cheek to her ear. “I’m going to run out for an hour. Be back soon.”
She moaned, pursing her lips. “Okay,” she sighed. “Can you bring me a Snapple when you get back?”
And then she was passed out again, and I was laughing.
I arrived at Jax’s house about fifteen minutes later. The rain was still falling outside, but it was lighter, and I was happy to see light pouring out of his windows.
Katherine was home.
His “mom”—I wasn’t sure what to call her—still spent a lot of time with my dad, but I heard she insisted on him staying at her house more so she could be home for Jax. I wondered how my dad felt about gaining two stepsons. He had a hard enough time with me.
The kitchen and living room lights glowed with warmth as I knocked on the front door and then immediately turned the handle.
I’d stopped waiting to be let in years ago, and we still lived in a town where you really didn’t worry about keeping the doors locked at all times.
Waving at Katherine, who’d poked her head out of the kitchen, I sprinted up to Jax’s “computer room” and walked in, closing the door behind me.
I jerked my chin at him as he cruised the monitor wall, touching different screens. “Hey, what have you got?” I asked.
“Hey, man. Sorry to drag you over here, but I thought you should see this in person.”
Walking back over to his printer, he picked out a couple of papers, reading them over.
“What is it?” I asked, whipping off my button-down and wearing only my dark gray T-shirt.
“Well, I’m really not finding much on your stepmom.” He shot me an apologetic look. “Sorry, but she’s pretty one-dimensional. I accessed her social calendar, and personally, I find C-SPAN more entertaining.”
My shoulders sank a little, and I sighed.
He let out a bitter laugh. “Aside from the dirty dippings into male prostitution—she has a standing reservation at the Four Seasons every Thursday night for that—she’s actually pretty clean.”
“So why am I here?”
His eyes fell, and he hesitated.
Great.
Sitting down in his office chair, he wheeled over to me. “I found something else, actually. I was going through all of her credit card statements, and this came up.”
He handed me a paper and rolled away.
I stared down, my eyes scanning but not really reading. Words jumped out at me. Words like clinic. Fallon Pierce. And Women’s Health. They came together as my eyes darted over the thin, white paper that started to crinkle in my hand.
Then my scanning slowed when I caught words like pregnancy termination and balance due.
My lungs were anchored to the floor. They wouldn’t expand when I tried to breathe, and I narrowed my eyes as the words condensed in my head like moisture in the sky coming together to form a cloud.
One big, dark cloud.
I blinked and looked at the date of the bill. July 2. A couple of months after she disappeared two years ago.
My eyes shot down to the balance due. Six hundred and fifty dollars.
I gripped the paper, my eyes burning with anger . . . horror . . . fear. I didn’t know what. I just knew I felt sick.
I closed my eyes. She had been pregnant. With my kid.
Six hundred and fifty dollars.
Six. Hundred. Fifty. Dollars.
“Madoc, Fallon’s a friend.” Jax spoke up. “But I just thought you might need to know about this. Was it your kid?”
The acid rolled in my stomach, and bile burned in my throat.
I swallowed, my voice sounding more like a threat, as I said, “I’ve gotta go.”
• • •
“Where’s Fallon?” I growled at Addie.
I’d stormed upstairs once I got home and found the bed empty. She didn’t have Tate’s car or her bike, so unless she left by foot, she had to still be here.
“Uh . . .” Addie’s eyes rolled to the ceiling, thinking. “Basement, I think. That’s the last time I saw her.”
Her hands buried in dough, she nodded to the stove as I walked around to the basement door.
“You both haven’t eaten dinner,” she yelled behind me. “I’m packing it up! Okay?”
Ignoring her, I pummeled down the stairs, letting the door slam behind me.
The cement stairs were covered in carpet, so I was virtually silent charging down. The lights were on, but it was ghostly quiet.
I spotted Fallon right away.
She sat in the dip of her half-pipe, lying back against the incline with her legs bent up.
Dressed in a long, white cotton nightgown, her wet hair told me she’d just showered.
“I came down here so Addie wouldn’t hear the yelling,” she admitted before I said anything. Her hands rested on her stomach, and her eyes were glued to the ceiling.
“You know that I know.”
The half of her face that I could see was relaxed and accepting, as if she’d expected a storm.
“Jax called when I was in the shower. He wanted to warn me. Said he was sorry, but he felt that you should know.”
Every soft step up to the pipe was made with clenched muscles. I was fucking pissed. How dare she be this calm! She should be feeling what I’m feeling.
Or at least scared!
“You should’ve told me,” I snapped, my deep voice coming from the pit of my stomach. “I deserved the truth, Fallon.”
“I know.” She sat up. “I was planning to tell you.”
Goddamn her. She was still so calm, looking at me with sincere and unfailing eyes. Speaking with a golden voice. She was handling me, and that pissed me off even more.
I ran my hand through my hair. “A baby?! A fucking baby, Fallon?”
“When was I supposed to tell you?” Her voice was shaky, and tears watered her eyes. “Years ago when I thought you didn’t want me? This past summer when I hated you? Or maybe the last two days when things between us were more perfect than anything has ever been?”
“I should’ve known about it!” I bellowed. “Jax knew before me! And you just got rid of it without me knowing anything about it. I should have known!”
She looked away, her throat moving up and down like she was swallowing.
Shaking her head, she kept her voice soft. “We weren’t going to be sixteen-year-old parents, Madoc.”
“How long did you wait?” I bared my teeth, sneering. “Did you even think about me before you did it? Or did you rush to a clinic as soon as you found out?”
Her pained eyes shot to me. “Rush?” she choked out. Tears spilled, and while she tried to hold them back, her face was contorted in agony. Red, wet with tears, and pained.
Getting up, she charged past me, and I grabbed her arm, pulling her to my side.
“No!” I shouted. “You stay here and fight. Own this!”
“I didn’t rush!” she yelled, getting in my face. “I wanted the baby, and I wanted you! I wanted to see you. I wanted to tell you. I was breaking, and I needed you!”
Her head dropped, and her shoulders shook as she cried, and that’s when it hit me.
Fallon loved me even then. She didn’t want to leave, so why would I think she’d want to go through that without me?
Her hands fisted at her sides, and she stood there, shaking with silent tears but too strong to crumble completely.
“The Valknut,” she gasped, looking up at me with desperate eyes. “Rebirth, pregnancy, and reincarnation. It was always with me, Madoc.”
She closed her eyes, the quiet streams of tears cascading down her beautiful face.
The weight of what she went through alone slapped me in the face, and I remembered the signature on the bill I now had tucked in my pocket.
“Our parents,” I realized.
She was silent for a few moments, and then sniffled. “Your dad knew nothing.”
We stood there, so close yet so far away, and I was done. Done with everyone pulling our strings. Done with wondering and waiting.
Slipping my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her like a steel band nothing would ever break through.
I didn’t know what to think right now.
Should I have been a sixteen-year-old father? Absolutely not.
But I wasn’t happy about the abortion, either.
Putting Fallon through that? I wanted to kill people.
Taking me out of the equation completely and leaving me ignorant? Someone was going to pay.
I was done following. Time to lead.
I put Fallon to bed and headed for my father’s safe. He kept three things in there—jewelry, cash, and a gun.
