beautifully broken(66)

“I had come home because Shawn's stereo went out and I came to get mine and I walked in on Dad fucking Lisa.”

Oh shit!

The room is silent. Dead silent while everyone processes what the hell Chris just said. Is this a joke?

“What?” Gwen says breaking the silence. Chris begins to laugh.

“What did you just say Chris?” she says, grabbing his arm.

“Oh yeah mom. I completely forgot about it. It just so happened around that time is when Cal came about,” he turns his body towards his dad.

“What do you think Dad? You think it’s a correlation between me walking in on you banging my best friend in our house and me dissociating?” he asks sarcastically.

“Chris. I can explain,” Mr. Scott says.

“Yes let’s explain,” he laughs.

“I think this is your answer to why Dad hates Cal so fucking much. Because he held information that could potentially destroy his family,” he says matter-of-factly.

“William, tell me this isn’t true,” Mrs. Scott demands. She’s not crying or upset, she seems in complete shock.

“Lauren and Aidan, could you please excuse us?” Mr. Scott says and Aidan and I practically jump out of our seats.

“NO!” Chris roars.

“No more secrets, no more lies. Let’s put it all out there for everyone to see. I haven’t even got to the best part of the story yet,” he says angrily.

“Explain how fucking selfish you were for delaying or really sabotaging my treatment because you were so fucking scared that if I integrated that I’d remember everything!” Chris says angrily. I look over to Mrs. Scott who now has tears coming out of her eyes.

“William, how could you?” Mrs. Scott whimpers.

“It wasn’t like that Gwen. I swear to you,” Mr. Scott says, standing from the table. He tries to walk towards her but Chris jumps in his path.

“No, don’t go near my mom!” Chris says blocking him.

“Tell her how many times you fucked her. That it wasn’t just a one-time deal, that you screwed her enough to knock her up!”

“Oh my God,” I can’t help but mutter. Everyone one in the room, including Mr. Scott himself looks caught off guard by that.

“What?!” Mr. Scott says confused.

“Yup, I guess you kept on screwing her long after I found out because she had your kid when she was 19. You have a fucking seven year old daughter. Her name's Willa. How sweet is that?” he says viciously. I look over at Mrs. Scott who has gotten up from her seat and ran out of the room. Mr. Scott pushes past Chris and follows her.

“Our dinners are always the best aren’t they?” he laughs. Aidan shakes his head.

“That wasn’t the way to do that man,” Aidan says disdainfully.

“Oh, well, tell me Aidan. How should I have confronted my dad about screwing my best friend?” he asks him angrily.

“Who are you? Because if you are Chris that was a real jack ass thing to do,” Aidan says leaving the room.

“How has this turned into my fault?” he shouts angrily. I pick up Caylen and walk over to him.

“I know you’re hurting right now. I can’t imagine how you must feel. But how you handled this. It doesn’t seem like you,” I tell him and he frowns.

“I’m not hurting, I’m mad. I’m angry, I’m fucking furious! He deserved that!” he says, his expression hard and cold. I nod.

“I’m not saying that he didn’t. But you were so busy trying to stick it to him, you didn’t notice how much your mom was hurting. Each jab you made at him cut through her,” I say, trying to get through to him. He doesn’t look at me.

“When you really need someone to talk about this. I’m here,” I tell him, handing him Caylen. I’m not sure if he’s Cal or Chris but whoever he is he won’t disappear if he has her with him and after that I need to sleep. This was just too much.



*



I wake up and glance at my phone. It’s 2:30 am. I head upstairs to Chris' room to make sure he’s okay with Caylen. Once I make it upstairs I see Mr. Scott sitting outside of his room door, his head in his hands. I turn back around to head downstairs.

“Lauren,” he calls to me. I stop and walk back towards him. He looks terrible. Dry tear stains down his cheek. His hair’s a mess, I can’t help but a part of me feels sorry for him.

“I know you must think I’m the lowest person on earth. After how I treated you and hearing about all this,” he says. I stand quietly not knowing what to say.

“I am the dumbest man on the planet,” he laughs at himself and starts to cry. I don’t know what to do. I wasn’t expecting to run into him.