Cam. It’s not every day your daughter comes home from college knocked up. It explains why you decided to jump off a roof. What did he say?”
“He said I needed to take care of it so I could go back to school and make things right again.” I began to sob harder. “How could he ask me to get rid of my baby? My child is a part of him. I hate him right now. I’ll never forgive him for this.”
“Try to calm down. People say the wrong things when they’re taken by surprise.”
“You don’t know my dad. He will never forgive me for this.”
“Cam, don’t even talk like that. I know your dad. I’ve known him since I was like five years old. He loves each and every one of you kids. I know, because my dad didn’t give a shit about me or my sister.”
Maybe he was right. Maybe I was being irrational because of the way it all happened. I’d planned it out only to falter when the pressure became too much.
Now I was stuck running away with a man I shouldn’t have even involved. To top it off, I was pretty certain he was the only person I could turn to until things settled down.
My life was a disaster; my future unknown. I felt sick, weak, and most of all lost. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. I’d worked so hard my entire life to watch everything fall apart. At the end of my rope, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to carry on. Nothing was going right in my life. I thought coming home would be the answer I was looking for, but it had only intensified the situation, making it unbearable.
By now my mother knew the truth. I’d looked her in the eyes and lied, only to blab about it to my father first. She’d be so upset with me.
My heart was shattering. This wasn’t about a failed relationship. As far as James went, I was over him and his lies. He’d deceived my trust, and nothing would change the way I felt about him.
With the impending disaster already starting to unfold, I’d turned to someone I barely knew.
What was happening to me? Was I being naïve again? Could this guy help me, or was I digging my grave deeper by involving him?
The problem was that I didn’t have time to evaluate the situation like I normally would. I was out of options. I needed a roof over my head, and unfortunately Wes was the only person offering.
I had to be grateful. It was temporary; just until I could figure out something else.
I didn’t know what to expect when Wes said his grandfather had purchased a home for him while he attended college. When we pulled into the driveway and I saw the garage door lifting I knew we’d arrived. The three-story home seemed massive. I could tell it was a Victorian style, probably dating back to the early nineteen hundreds. Even though it was dark, I could tell the paint was in nice shape, like it had been redone.
“This place is huge. Why would he buy you such a big house?”
“No clue. The third floor is for storage. I never even go up there. The basement is a creepy ass cellar. The first floor is the living and kitchen area and a converted master bedroom. The second floor has three bedrooms and a bathroom to share. I’ve thought about getting roommates, but I don’t like other people’s messes. I know it sounds like I’m an asshole, but it’s true. I hate sharing my shit. I don’t want to come home from a long day and someone ate my other half of my sandwich. I don’t want to get a shower and not have any shampoo, because they were too lazy to buy more.”
I snickered. He was making me smile. It was a step in the right direction.
“I can’t wait to see the inside.”
Wes and I entered through the kitchen. He flipped the light on and sat his keys on the gray colored marble countertop. “Obviously this is the kitchen. I eat in here. Sometimes I cook, but not often. I haven’t mastered doing it for one person yet. I end up eating the same leftovers for a week.”
“I can see how that would get old quick.”
“Yeah.”
He led me through each room, showing me around and giving me one of the spaces upstairs to sleep in. He showed me