“Rachel,” I growled. “I am not having this conversation anymore. It is over. I do not want to be with you. Do you understand me? I do not want you.”
“How do know the baby is even yours?” she shot back angrily. “That hick, is awfully friendly with your brother, you know?”
“It’s my baby,” I seethed, running out of patience. “Lee is not a whore, like some people I know.”
“She doesn’t want you,” Rachel urged. “She told me herself, she can’t stand you, she hates your guts.”
“Get help, Rachel. Go and get yourself some treatment, and keep away from Lee.”
I hung up and threw my phone at the wall.
Dropping into my chair, I propped my elbows on my desk and ran my hand through my hair roughly.
“She’s fucking crazy,” I said to Linda, who was sitting across from me. “Insane.”
“Do you think you should phone the police?” Linda asked, patting my arm.
I scrunched my brow in disgust.
“And say what, my big, bad, ex-girlfriend is scaring me?” I shook my head. “They’d laugh their asses off.”
“I don’t know, Kyle,” Linda said as she leaned back in her chair. “I feel this has gone too far. She needs to be dealt with.”
“I’m handling it,” I muttered.
There was a knock on my office door, and I threw my hands up in frustration.
“Oh, fucking great,” I hissed. “What next?”
The door opened, and in walked the other pain in my ass.
“What the hell do you want?” I demanded, as I glared at the tall, dark haired man in front of me, whose blue eyes were boring into mine.
“I’ll leave you two at it,” Linda muttered, as she excused herself from the room.
“You looked a little stressed out, son,” David Henderson said, as he sat in the chair Linda had vacated. “Care to offload?”
“Don’t call me ‘son,’” I growled. “And no, there isn’t a damn thing in my life, that I’d care to share with you.”
David smiled stiffly, unbuttoning his suit jacket.
“I figured you’d say that,” he mused, crossing his legs at the knee. “But, bearing in mind the pregnant teenager I just met at Michael’s apartment, it would be fair to assume that you’ve offloaded more than just your problems, into her.”
I stiffened. “What did you say?”
What the fuck was she doing at Mike’s place?
David straightened in his seat.
“Look, Kyle, I know we haven’t seen eye to eye, over the years…”
“Damn straight, we haven’t. Whose fucking fault is that, I wonder?” I demanded.
I was angry and fucking hurt that he was trying to play the daddy card on me. He had never been any type of a father to me.
In my twenty three years on this earth, David Henderson had been nothing but a disappointment to me.
And backtracking to his previous statement; why the hell, was Lee at Mike’s place?
“Just hear me out before you jump in, all guns blazing, will you?”
I nodded stiffly, holding my tongue, as my father continued.
“I may not have been the world’s best father to you.”
I snorted, causing David to raise his brow.
Sighing heavily, I nodded my head, indicating for him to continue.
“I made a lot of mistakes with you, and for that, I’m sorry.”
There must have been some peculiar, fucking funny-dust, zapping around the airwaves. First Rachel, now my father…What the hell was happening around here?
I had never heard David Henderson utter the word ‘sorry,’ in the eleven years I’d known him.
“But?” I urged, knowing full well he was up to something.
I knew he had a motive for this spurious heart to heart.
David sighed deeply, his expression sympathetic.
“Michael told me about your situation, and son, if I was to give you any advice in your life, it would be this...”
Leaning forward, he splayed his hands on my desk and looked me dead in the eye.
“Take the girl to a clinic, or send her home to her family. Let them deal with her. One error of judgment shouldn’t determine your future.
“You might think you love the girl, and maybe you do, she is an attractive little thing. I can imagine that’s why you’re so caught up with her. But you are young; you have your entire future ahead of you. What you feel now, you won’t always. Kyle, do not let, some adolescent infatuation with that girl, destroy your life.”
*****
Lee
My shock had turned into pure outrage, by the time I made it home.
I was freezing cold, and my coat was damp from a combination of the shower of rain I’d gotten caught in, and sweat.