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With her father missing, Shay will do anything to get him back, even if that means teaming up with a cruel gang leader and his band of psychotic men.
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***WARNING*** OFFENSIVE CON...
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SO COLD
Immobilised in time, I stared at the couple opposite me. My face stiffened, fixed on surprise. Her words ran dizzying circles in my head, and buzzed ceaselessly in the hairs of my ears, covered in thick ear wax, growing louder and louder until it was deafening and all I wished to do was slap my hands to my ears and block the noise. My gut twisted like a hand at a dirty rag, and an overwhelming desire to flee overcame me – yet despite this, I remained seated, my legs bolted to the kitchen floor.
"My baby!?" Cole repeated in disbelief and incredulity. His face was an open doorway to his feelings: he couldn't contain his shock. He demanded angrily. "How is that possible? I've never slept with you."
"We were drunk," Sylvie placed her manicured hand over Cole's, eyes wet with unshed tears. Her face was red-hot with mortification at his rejection. "Isn't this what you've always wanted?"
Cole wrenched himself away from her, kicking back the chair, now upright. He detonated, face darkly flushed with rage, eyebrows yanked down, tone hateful. "You are a fucking liar. Your bastard child is not mine."
"It is, it is," she insisted, almost weeping at this point. She tried reaching for him, hoping for kindness. "It's your baby, Cole. Our baby. What sort of man are you, how can you reject your own child?"
He paced a small strip of tiles, pushed a hand through his black locks in despair and then exhaled in aggravation. He tried calmly. "That's not my child, Sylvie. I wouldn't have sex with you even if I were desperate. The only person I've had sex with is her," he pointed at me, "and that's since the end of June. It's midway September. You're fucking lying to me."
"You probably don't remember," she insisted, "we were drinking and we went up to your bedroom–"
"Now I'm certain you're lying," he growled fiercely. "I don't take whores to my own bed. And I certainly don't forget to use protection – even if I am drunk."
"This is as entertaining as watching season four of Orange Is The New Black," I interjected sardonically and pushed back my chair and stood up. "Sorry to interrupt. I've just realised I don't want to sit here and watch the two of you bicker back and forth." I eyed Cole, said pleasantly. "Congratulations. You're finally a father. Join the back of the queue of 'rents who'll likely fuck up their kids. Hey. Maybe you could get pointers from my father or your mother? That'd be a good idea. What do you think?" It was a low blow. Petty and spiteful. I couldn't help how I felt. I left before I could raged.
Cole followed after me, "Shay, wait," he grabbed my arm.
"Don't touch me," I yanked myself away, twirling around, brow furrowed, irate. "What the hell do you want?"
"Believe me, I didn't sleep with her. I never cheated on you." He said earnestly, stepping close to me, voice low. "Especially not with her. She's jealous of you. And she wants my money, a life with security and comfort. That baby isn't mine."
