I put my elbows on the table and my head in my hands. Could this situation get any worse?
My door opens and Cameron saunters in, seemingly without a care in the world. “Listen, tell your future wife to stop nagging me. I’m not having a guard so she can just back the fuck off already,” he snaps.
“Shut up!” I yell.
He frowns as he flops onto the couch. “What crawled up your ass and died?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose as I try to hold it together. “Seriously, just go Cameron,” I whisper. “I can’t do this right now.”
“What’s wrong?” he frowns.
I shake my head as anger renders me speechless”Stan, what is it?” he asks again with worry in his voice.
“James Brennan is blackmailing Mother. She has transferred six million dollars of my money to his account over the last two years.”
His frowns. “What?” he whispers.
I nod as I hold my forehead in my hand with my elbow on the desk.
“So does that mean?” His voice trails off as he thinks out loud.
“I’m guessing he is the one with the AB blood type,” I reply.
“You think James is your biological father?” Cameron gasps.
I nod solemnly.
“Oh my god, what about Dad?” he sighs.
“I know,” I murmur into my hands on the desk.
Cameron thinks of something and puts his hand over his mouth to hide his smile.
I shake my head. “You think this is fucking funny?” I snap. “You are such an imbecile.”
He bubbles up a chuckle. “No, but you do realise that this means that you lost your virginity to your sister?”
My eyes widen as I join the dots.
He laughs again. “You are one incestuous bastard.”
“Shit, don’t ever tell anybody that,” I mutter.
He shakes his head. “Seriously, this is messed-up complicated shit. What are you going to do?”
I pick up my phone and dial my mother’s phone number.
It rings three times. “Hello Joshua,” she answers quietly.
The hurt in her voice cuts through me. I want to go back to a time when I loved my honest mother… but I know that’s not possible. She is gone, along with the fantasy life I had.
“Who?” I snap.
“Joshua,” she whispers as I hear the tears in her voice.
“Who?” I yell, unable to control my anger.
“It doesn’t matter,” she sobs.
“I know who!” I yell.
“What?” she whispers.
“James fucking Brennan!” I scream and Cameron puts his head into his hands, unable to handle this situation.
She starts to cry. “Please, Joshua, I’m begging you. You can’t tell your father.”
Contempt and hate fill my every cell. “Which one are you talking about, you dirty whore?” I sneer.
She sobs loudly and Cameron walks out of the room, obviously unable to handle this conversation.
She stays silent on the phone as she tries to compose herself. “Both,” she whispers.
I close my eyes as the hatred starts to drip feed into my bloodstream. I feel the cold of the poison start to pump through me.
“Let me get this straight?” I sit back on my chair and swivel as I think. “You continually slept with your husband’s best friend and one of your best friends’ husband for over seven years.”
She stays silent.
“And you had two of his children,” I sneer.
She still stays silent.
“And now you give him my fucking money!” I scream.
She starts to cry. “Joshua, how do you know that? Please calm down.”
I swivel on my chair. “You have twenty-four hours to tell Dad, Wilson and Scott.”
“Joshua please?” she begs.
“This time tomorrow I ring them all!” I scream and hang up furiously.