Incognito

Ch. 37 "Chicken Nuggets"

Chapter 37

"What happened?" I ask, sitting up in my bed and looking around. "Why am I not at the court? Was that a dream? Please tell me that was a dream!"

Trent smiles at me softly, placing his hand over mine. "I'm sorry, Cassie. You threw up on Luke and I had to take you home."

I hold my head in my hands and just try to bring it all in again. There's no word to describe how I'm feeling.

Angry? Upset? Confused? Hurt Disappointed?

I'm disappointed Kyle never told me, or anyone for that matter. He knew how I felt about not knowing who took my mother's life. How could he not tell me?

It was so obvious and I feel so damn stupid for not realizing.

He ran out of my house when I told him what happened to my mom. He ran out of my house when my dad recalled him being at her funeral. He ran away from telling me the truth that I needed to hear.

"I can't believe he would do this to me," I cry.

Trent holds me tightly as I cry into his shoulder. There's so much pain. I know Trent's feeling it too. To a certain extent, he's in the same boat as me. He loved my mom like his own and he really trusted Kyle from what I can tell.

"Your phone won't stop ringing," Trent says with a small laugh. "The bastard won't give it a rest. I kind of feel bad for him."

I shake my head and fall back into my pillows. "I feel so numb."

"I know," he sighs and lies down next to me, pulling the covers back over our legs.

My door cracks open and in walks little Frankie. He looks confused, as if just waking up from his sleep.

"Hey, bud," Trent says cheerily. "Join us."

Frankie smiles halfheartedly and climbs in the bed to rest between Trent and me. He lifts his hand to wipe underneath my eyes, probably cleaning the smeared mascara.

"What do you have there?" I ask with a small sniffle, pointing to the little stuffed animal he's holding tightly to his chest.

He holds it out for me and I gently take it, my stomach dropping when I realize what it is.

It's the pig build-a-beard Kyle made. He must've given it to Frankie, or my little brothers a thug and stole it from Kyle.

"That's from Kyle, right?" Trent asks Frankie and he nods. "He gave that to you when Cassie was in Greece because you missed her, right?"

Trent says all this while looking at me, as if telling me rather than Frankie. I get this feeling Trent's on Kyle's side, or at least whatever side I'll be more happy on.

But it's not about my happiness at this point; it's about my family's. He hurt Frankie, he hurt my father, he hurt Trent and Laura too, all with these lies he's living in.

"Frank, did you just wake up?" I ask.

He nods and snuggles into Trent's side, holding onto the stuffed animal with both hands.

"Your dad's up," Trent says quietly as Frankie seems to be falling back asleep. "Since he was on the case, he got called in and they told him then. He's with my mom now."

I nod and rest my head on my pillow, staring at my ceiling. There's a faint buzzing of my phone coming from my desk and I try to ignore it.

If that wasn't enough, the doorbell starts ringing repeatedly. It's obvious that Luke's the mastermind behind it, the annoying punk.