was playing
out.
“Just sign right here Miss,
and you can open it for yourself.”
I signed the line that had my
name printed out beside it. I felt the lump in my throat, but it was nothing
compared to the one that just balled up in my stomach when I read the header. ‘River
County Municipal Court.’ I didn’t get to read any of it. I had to slide it
under the keyboard when my dad walked in.
“What’s wrong? You sick?” my
dad asked, seeing the expression on my face.
“Uh, no. I’m not sick. What’s
up?” I asked, feigning sanity.
“Naomi will be late tonight.
Can you work the dining room for a couple hours?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“You are sick. No
complaining?” he asked with a frown.
I smiled as much as possible.
“No, Maddie needs a new pair of cowboy boots. She won’t stop wearing hers, and
they are getting too small. I don’t mind. I’ll work the dining room.”
“I can buy her a pair of
cowboy boots, Whit.”
“I know you can. I don’t want
you to. I can handle it.”
He smiled a proud smile.
“Where is she?”
“Jaron came and took her for
me. It’s been crazy here this morning.”
“Dana is almost done with
breakfast. I’ll have her go get her.”
“She doesn’t have to. Mathew
will be here in an hour. She’s fine. She loves hanging out with Jaron.”
“Yeah, but I’m not so sure I
like her hanging out with Jaron. I’m afraid of her leaving with a tattoo or her
right ear pierced or something,” he joked.
I laughed as much as possible
at the time. I wanted him to leave. I needed to see what I was being served
for.
“You sure you’re okay,” he
asked again.
“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t you
have something to do?”
“Oh, yes. Cabin twelve has a
water leak. I was heading there. I’ll see you later.”
Shit, I was never going to
find out why I was being served. Two trucks and one car all pulled in at the
exact same time. I’m not sure I have ever checked in guests that fast before. I
was asking the last name of one before the first ones even had their keys in
hand.
I looked to the empty parking
lot once the last of the three were out of the there. Sliding the letter from under
the keyboard, I sank to the desk chair.
“He wants a paternity test,”
I said out loud in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. Why would he do this?
What gave him the right? Maddie was a product of him raping me. He didn’t have
this right. Could he do this? Of course he could. I was holding the legal
binding order in my hand. I needed a lawyer. This couldn’t be. It wasn’t right.
I was in a daze, thinking the
worse. I tried over and over to tell myself I had nothing to worry about. He
had no rights over Maddie. This was ludicrous. Plain and simple. Damn. Why
didn’t I keep his number? I jumped up and went to the computer, typing in his
name. I had his address. I would probably never forget it, 2121 Wesson Court.
His street was his last name. The bastard had a street named after him. What
the hell was that theater called? They were everywhere. I couldn’t think. I
knew he probably worked in the family business. Well, I presumed anyway.
“Determination,” I called
out, remembering the theater name. How the hell did you find someone with all
these different theaters? Okay. Okay, think Whitley. His address is Lincoln.
There were only two theaters in Lincoln; one of those had to be it. Right?
Wrong…..
The phone was answered by
kids or young adults. None of which knew who the hell Alex Wesson was.
“Wesson Simulation? What the
hell does that mean?” I asked, talking to myself again, seeing the search
results in front of me. Maybe it was a different Wesson. Maybe he didn’t work
for his family. It was a long shot, but one I had to rule out.
“Wesson Simulation, this is
Janie. How may I direct your call?”
“Yes, I need to speak with
Alex Wesson, please,” I asked with a shaky voice.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wesson
doesn’t take direct calls. I can however, take your number
out.
“Just sign right here Miss,
and you can open it for yourself.”
I signed the line that had my
name printed out beside it. I felt the lump in my throat, but it was nothing
compared to the one that just balled up in my stomach when I read the header. ‘River
County Municipal Court.’ I didn’t get to read any of it. I had to slide it
under the keyboard when my dad walked in.
“What’s wrong? You sick?” my
dad asked, seeing the expression on my face.
“Uh, no. I’m not sick. What’s
up?” I asked, feigning sanity.
“Naomi will be late tonight.
Can you work the dining room for a couple hours?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“You are sick. No
complaining?” he asked with a frown.
I smiled as much as possible.
“No, Maddie needs a new pair of cowboy boots. She won’t stop wearing hers, and
they are getting too small. I don’t mind. I’ll work the dining room.”
“I can buy her a pair of
cowboy boots, Whit.”
“I know you can. I don’t want
you to. I can handle it.”
He smiled a proud smile.
“Where is she?”
“Jaron came and took her for
me. It’s been crazy here this morning.”
“Dana is almost done with
breakfast. I’ll have her go get her.”
“She doesn’t have to. Mathew
will be here in an hour. She’s fine. She loves hanging out with Jaron.”
“Yeah, but I’m not so sure I
like her hanging out with Jaron. I’m afraid of her leaving with a tattoo or her
right ear pierced or something,” he joked.
I laughed as much as possible
at the time. I wanted him to leave. I needed to see what I was being served
for.
“You sure you’re okay,” he
asked again.
“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t you
have something to do?”
“Oh, yes. Cabin twelve has a
water leak. I was heading there. I’ll see you later.”
Shit, I was never going to
find out why I was being served. Two trucks and one car all pulled in at the
exact same time. I’m not sure I have ever checked in guests that fast before. I
was asking the last name of one before the first ones even had their keys in
hand.
I looked to the empty parking
lot once the last of the three were out of the there. Sliding the letter from under
the keyboard, I sank to the desk chair.
“He wants a paternity test,”
I said out loud in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. Why would he do this?
What gave him the right? Maddie was a product of him raping me. He didn’t have
this right. Could he do this? Of course he could. I was holding the legal
binding order in my hand. I needed a lawyer. This couldn’t be. It wasn’t right.
I was in a daze, thinking the
worse. I tried over and over to tell myself I had nothing to worry about. He
had no rights over Maddie. This was ludicrous. Plain and simple. Damn. Why
didn’t I keep his number? I jumped up and went to the computer, typing in his
name. I had his address. I would probably never forget it, 2121 Wesson Court.
His street was his last name. The bastard had a street named after him. What
the hell was that theater called? They were everywhere. I couldn’t think. I
knew he probably worked in the family business. Well, I presumed anyway.
“Determination,” I called
out, remembering the theater name. How the hell did you find someone with all
these different theaters? Okay. Okay, think Whitley. His address is Lincoln.
There were only two theaters in Lincoln; one of those had to be it. Right?
Wrong…..
The phone was answered by
kids or young adults. None of which knew who the hell Alex Wesson was.
“Wesson Simulation? What the
hell does that mean?” I asked, talking to myself again, seeing the search
results in front of me. Maybe it was a different Wesson. Maybe he didn’t work
for his family. It was a long shot, but one I had to rule out.
“Wesson Simulation, this is
Janie. How may I direct your call?”
“Yes, I need to speak with
Alex Wesson, please,” I asked with a shaky voice.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wesson
doesn’t take direct calls. I can however, take your number
Similar Books
