MADE BY THE HAYES
1069 Words
ARTHUR
“I’m sorry, brother, but if she wants her son back, she can come here and get him herself.” Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest, planting herself firmly in the doorway of her room. The room where she locked Evelyn’s son, who is potentially my son as well.
“I’m not going to say this again. Move.” My voice was sharp. “I need to take this kid back to his mother. Do you have any idea what this is? It’s kidnapping.”
She didn’t budge.
“I don’t care.” Rebecca lifted her chin stubbornly. “I’m sure she came crawling back just to feed you some lie about that bastard being yours. That gold-digging b***h hasn’t changed one bit.”
“And yet she owns one of the most successful companies in the city,” I shot back. “She’s a billionaire now. Set for life.”
“With your money!” Rebecca yelled. “How are you not seeing this? She’s a damn parasite. If it wasn’t for this family, she wouldn’t be anything. We made her, Arthur. And we can break her too. I’ll make sure she never forgets our role in her life in a hurry.”
Before I could respond, a commotion erupted downstairs. The sound of raised voices drifted up from the foyer, and Rebecca’s lips curled into a smug smile.
“Speak of the devil,” she said. “She’s here.”
Then I heard Evelyn’s unmistakable voice,
“I want my son right now!” She shouted. “The cops are already on their way. If you want the charges to be lighter, bring my son out this second, you psycho!”
Before I could stop her, Rebecca opened her room door and slipped back inside, the locks clicking in place.
“Is my mommy here yet? You said you were taking me to see her.” I heard the little boy ask. Rebecca responded instantly,
“Shut up.”
Shit.
I slammed my fists against the door, yelling, “Open the f*****g door, Becca, or I swear to God…”
“Tell Evelyn to meet me up here! I’m not releasing the boy to anyone but her!”
“What the hell is going on? Why did I meet Evelyn downstairs?”
I spun around.
Samantha stood at the end of the hallway. The right side of her face was bright red, the outline of a handprint visible on her cheek.
My mouth fell open.
“Yes,” She smiled bitterly. “She slapped me. Apparently that b***h has grown a backbone. But don’t worry, the security team is dealing with her. And when they’re finished with—”
I shoved past Samantha before she could finish. My heart pounded as I raced down the stairs, nearly missing a step in my haste.
The sight waiting for me at the bottom made my blood run cold.
Tears streaked Evelyn’s cheeks. In one hand, she clutched a small canister of pepper spray. Two security guards had her arms pinned behind her back, and the other two guards sat on the floor, clutching their faces and screaming as their eyes watered uncontrollably.
“I just want my son!” Evelyn cried.
The desperation in her voice cut straight through me.
“I haven’t done anything to you people! Just give me my son! He’s done nothing to you!”
I took the remaining steps two at a time.
The moment I reached the guards holding her, I grabbed both men by the collars and yanked them away from her.
“What the hell are you doing?” I barked.
They stared at me in confusion.
Before either of them could answer, I slapped one hard across the face. Then the other. The crack of skin against skin echoed through the foyer, and their heads snapped sideways from the force.
A split second later, mine did too.
Evelyn’s palm connected with my face so hard that stars exploded behind my eyes. I dropped my hand and moved back, clenching my jaw.
“I want my child!”
The second the words left her mouth, she took off toward the stairs.
I turned around and bolted after her.
Rebecca’s room door was open again, with Evelyn standing in front of her. The little boy stood behind my sister. He was obviously trying to step out but she kept blocking the way.
“Rebecca, give my child back.”
“Even if she wants to, I’ll never allow it. I’m not done making your life a living hell, Evelyn! How dare you think you can just return and walk around with your shoulders high like you’re bigger than all of us. You’re f*****g useless! We made you!” Samantha said bitterly.
“Mommy…” He called out. Evelyn pushed past Rebecca at the sound of her son. The squabble was expected, Samantha pouncing in too.
I walked forward and held out my hand for the little boy, whom I’d now noticed had almost all my facial features. My chest swelled with confirmation.
He’s mine. My son. I have a heir.
He didn’t take my hand. Despite the fear in his eyes as the women fought, he looked like he’d learned his lesson. He stayed put there, tears hanging on his eyelids.
Evelyn got Samatha in her grip eventually. Samantha tried to grab her hair, but Evelyn didn't hesitate. She raised the canister and blasted both women directly in the face.
“Ah! You b***h! This is just a warning, I’m going to f**k you up!” Rebecca screamed from the floor where she and Samantha sat, rubbing at their eyes.
Evelyn went down on her knees and scooped her son in her arms, “Oh my Toby, I’m so sorry.” She cried profusely.
“I’m sorry, mommy. I never want to come here ever again. Never, mommy.” Toby sobbed.
She nodded in quick successions, “Sure, sure. You’ll never step your foot here again. I promise.”
My fists clenched, but I let them have their moment.
They both got up after long seconds, just as the police sirens went off outside my house. I shut my eyes briefly and inhaled a deep breath.
When I opened them, she was flying down the stairs with Toby holding her hand, trying to catch up.
And the sirens kept wailing.
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