Chapter Sixty Two
Brady
I’m in the middle of second period the first time that my phone rings. After class I check it and notice a missed call from Julia, it’s odd for her to call me during class, and worried that something is wrong, I immediately call her back.
She picks up on the second ring, “Is everything okay with Raleigh?” I ask before she has the chance to say anything, whispering Raleigh’s name because I don’t want anyone around me to overhear.
“Not exactly, no,” she says, sounding nervous.
“What does that mean?” Nerves fill me as I begin to pace, not sure of how to feel. Did she take advantage of my kindness and try to escape again? Is she hurt?
“Miss Raleigh is sick, Sir,” Julia says, interrupting my runaway thoughts.
“What do you mean she’s sick?” I shout, angry that I’m at school and not back at the house, where I would be able to take care of her.
“Umm…” she clears her throat, sounding uncomfortable. “I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, but have you and Miss Raleigh been intimate, Sir? Or if not you, perhaps someone else?”
“I don’t see how that is any of your business, Julia!” I snap, frustrated by her brazenness.
“I apologize, Sir. It’s just that, umm…her symptoms, she was fine one minute and then horribly sick the next from the smell of food, and well…it seems like it could be morning sickness. That is if she’s been intimate with anyone…” Julia explains and my entire body freezes.
“Julia…” I grit out her name, pinching the bridge of my nose as I try to think back. “How long has she been at the house for?”
“Oh, umm…I think it’s been…”
“I didn’t ask you to think, Julia!” I snap. “I need to know *exactly* how long it has been.”
“Three, no *four* weeks,” Julia murmurs softly as if she’s worried about upsetting me again.
And to be frank, she’s right to be worried, I seem to be snapping at her as if she’s at fault when Julia has done nothing but everything that I have asked.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, knowing that I’m in the wrong. “I shouldn’t be taking this out on you.”
A moment later, I ask, “Can you tell me how soon would she be able to take a pregnancy test, if she were to be pregnant?” I know nothing about pregnancy other than the sex aspect of it, but Julia should know about this kind of stuff, even though she didn’t have kids of her own, right?
“Oh, um…well, it depends on when she was supposed to have gotten her period,” Julia explains. Rubbing my forehead, I continue to pace, as I try to figure out my next steps.
“I’ll pick up a test on my way back and she can take it as soon as possible,” I decide, feeling better at having made a decision as mixed emotions over what the future may hold for Raleigh and I unfold in my mind's eye.
*Could she really be mine so easily?* I can’t help but wonder as I make my way to class.
The rest of the school day drags, unable to think about anything other than the possibility of Raleigh being pregnant with my baby and if I’m honest, the thought has had me hard as fuck since getting Julia’s phone call.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m worried that she’s sick and the possibility that she may not be pregnant, but *fuck* I desperately hope that she is.
And if she’s not, I want to change that fact as soon as I possibly can.
I pull up to my house, parking behind Dad's truck. Dread fills my gut when it dawns on me that it’s that damn Detective Morris’s truck that’s parked at the curb in front of my house. Steeling my spine, I open the front door and continue with the same facade that I’ve been putting on all day, knowing that I’m going to have to put on the performance of a lifetime if I’m going to pull one over on the detective.
*Fucking Lincoln Jones won’t just let my girl go without a fight, will he? She’s fucking mine, when is he going to get that through his thick skull?*
“Oh good, you’re here,” my mom says as I walk into the kitchen, dropping my school bag onto the floor and crossing to the refrigerator to pull out a bottle of water to drink. “Detective Morris is back, wanting to talk to you again about your missing classmate, Raleigh Stewart.”
I take my time retrieving the bottle and then turn around, making sure to lock eyes with him as I make my way over to the table that he’s currently sitting at with a notepad and a pen in front of him, ready to write down anything and everything that I say.
*Anything that I could say to incriminate myself,* I can’t help but think with a snort and roll of my eyes.
“Detective,” I say, nodding toward him as I pull the chair out and sit down directly across from him. Slouching down in the chair with my legs spread wide, my hands folded together against my stomach, Mom makes a horrified sound in the back of her throat at the disrespect I’m showing him and it takes everything in me to hold back the smirk that wants to break out on my face as Morris glowers at me, not at all happy when I ask, “What can I do to help you *today*, Detective Morris?” Knowing full well that I am going to do everything in my power to continue leading him and his team in the completely opposite direction and completely off of my trail because not only does my life depend on it, but Raleigh’s and now possibly our baby’s life too.
And the last thing anyone will do is take my family away from me.
That’s going to happen over my dead body.
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