𝔈𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔡 | ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ |

|• Chapter Three: Part Two •|

    "No," he cut me off,"you told me to speak, so let me speak, or I'll just go back upstairs," he threatened. He took a swig of his drink. "I'm sorry I was stupid enough to do that, I knew the consequences, and I didn't care because I was too drunk to even worry about it," he said,"I feel so useless when it comes to you and Brandy, literally, ever since those guys took our kid, and hurt him, I have felt so fucking useless. It's like, I can't protect you two. And I want too...I really want too." He said he took another swig,"—but I can't," I watched the glass clink down,"I'm not fit enough to be Brandy's dad, I'm way too young to be one- I never wanted to be a father," Anson admitted.

    "I never wanted Brandy, I never wanted a family that I couldn't protect or that I could put in harms way because of my job...and I love my job." He sighed, finishing off the glass.

    "I cannot bother myself by how I feel... like what I need to express, but it's just...too difficult," he took in a breath, exhaling as he spoke,"I can't keep doing this,"

    I froze, my breath sucked into my chest,"What do you mean?" Silence abruptly covered both of us till Anson spoke.

    "I mean, I just want you and Brandy to be safe and happy and I can't provide that for you, so why should I stick around?" Anson looked at me sadly.

    "Is that why you've been acting so rough with everything?" He nodded hesitantly. I inhaled sharply, and eyed the gin,"you know what...I think I'll need a shot of that," I muttered before walking over to the shot glass bar, grabbing a glass and pouring it halfway with gin. I looked at Anson and then tipped my head back, along with the alcohol as it slid down my throat. The bile arose, coughing me to cough a bit before I held out a finger, moving it when I began speaking.

    "That makes more sense...just why? You know it wasn't your fault that Brandy and I got hurt... I thought you were past that?" I asked. Anson shook his head, he sighed,"No, I never was and you never even bothered to give me closure when it happened because you were too caught up with yourself, and what stress you have from those fucking bastards who kidnapped our son! They beat him Ella! They harassed him! They probably had to of screwed with his head, before they took him. He was fine he was a typical normal kid with fucking ADHD! He was happy!" Anson moves his hand as he started talking, which only started to go even faster

    "Sparks was happy before the incident happened, he's never been a typically normal kid in basic situations,"

    "But they took my son from me!"

    "They didn't just take him from you! They destroyed my baby!"

    "No, Ella, you don't get it Devin hurt him, and her men, you remember Evans? Yeah, he did that to Brandy, and I'm not okay with it! I know it was months ago, but he hurt our kid..." Anson sighed

    I looked at Anson,"Evans did this...? Please tell me Leanne doesn't know...please,"

    "William told me—he figured it out somehow with that brain of his...Evans did this, and Devin helped him babe,"

    "But...why?" I trembled,"Why didn't I see it coming? I thought Devin was on our side, I thought she was on vacation...she switched sides?" I shook my head. This can't be true...

    "I guess she had a change of heart..." he trailed off, "At least we still have Brandy here with us,"

    "I don't know why, but I have a feeling that's not all it, I don't know what all they did still too Brandy, but whatever they did destroyed him..."

    "He's been good today,"

    "No he's still the psychotic kid as before,"

    "No he's not psychotic! Anson stop it," I said,"stop calling him that,"

    "it's the truth..."He trailed off. His eyes drifted off to the fridge,"I never wanted him,"

"I don't care if you do, or did, or never wanted Brandy, but he is still my son! Anson please, he is my life,"

"Fine, fine whatever Babe," he took the glass he had in front of him and the liquor bottle, pouring the bitter liquid into his glass,"just drop it,"

"I can't," I pursed my lips. He is unbelievable. All of this is lunacy.

"Why?"

I staid silent.

"Why?" He asked

I looked down at my hands, and then took the shot glass from Anson pouring another shot of gin. "Sparks is my fucking life! He's my baby, I love him with everything in me... and to know that he's so hurt, and that he still is, it h-hurts me so much," I held a hand at my mouth, inhaling sharply.

"Ella, we have Brandy here with us, he's safe..why is this still bothering you? Your acting like he just got taken away again,"

I moved my hand, drawing it back into my hair,"I didn't know Evans took Sparks. Anson we've let him into our house, he's been in Brands room, he's been here so many times...why would he take my baby?" I asked sadly,"I don't understand," I shook my head

"Maybe he did it for a point? I don't know...maybe Will knows something? I'll go ask him," Anson pulled away from the countertop, and finished another drink, taking the bottle with him as he left. I turned around, walking behind Anson

"Anson-" He turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He pursed his lips, walking over to me and grabbing my hand,"I knew you would act like this if you knew the truth... I wanted you to be fine, like how you were..." he trailed off,"I don't know everything exactly on what happened, but I have my theories," Anson moved his hands,"Since I can't protect Brandy as well as I hoped, I might as well try to protect you as much as I can," He finished his sentence, kissed my cheek carefully, and headed off to talk to William.