Icing on the Cake

~47~

I was about to get into my car when Ben came out to my car to stop me. The night breeze had a slight chill in it.

“How can you just walk out like that?” Ben asked.

“They don’t want me to be around. They aren’t sorry. They just want money!” I exclaimed.

“They’re sorry Luke! They weren’t lying!”

“And how do you know that?”

“They came to their senses. Granted it took them like three and a half years, but they realized what they did was so terribly wrong!”

“I’m sure.” I said sarcastically.

“They tried to contact you, Luke.”

“When? How?”

“Years ago. They sent letters, tried to call you. On your twentieth birthday you even picked up, but then hung up right away and blocked their number.”

“How did they even get my number?”

“I gave it to them.” Ben admitted. “They even tried to contact your publicists.”

“I never heard anything from them.” I suddenly realized why. They hired that actress to play my mom for photos and stuff. They couldn’t let my real mom into the mix. That bitch Megan ruined my life. In every way.

“They kicked me out!” I said. “They disowned me. Why should I do anything but the same to them?”

“When they kicked you out,” Ben said, “I let you in. Do this for me.”

“Do what?”

“Talk to them. Have dinner with us.”

“And give them money?”

“I have Jack explaining that it was crappy of them to ask that right away.”

“And give them money?”

“Just have dinner, please.” Ben pleaded.

“Fine.”

Notes

Y'all. Chapter 50. You don't even know. Brace. Yourselves.