The Pain that Lingers

Chapter twenty eight: We Tell Ourselves We're Floating

Lucy 

After last nights encounter I would at least expect a call from Jayden, but no answer from his cell.

Then I remembered that Logan and him hung out while I was working on my project. I went to Logans room to talk to him about Jayden. 

"Logan!" I screamed over his loud music. He didn't hear me at first, so I went over to his Ipad to turn off the music from the speakers. 

Unaware of me turning off the Ipad Logan jumped in fear. He put his hand over his heart and looked at me in silence or shock, not sure. 

"What the fuck?!" Jayden yelled. 

"You didn't hear me!" I said in a low voice.

"God damn, what do you want?" Logan huffed. 

"To talk to you about Jayden..." I say collapsing on his bed. 

"What about him?" Logan groaned. 

"Where is he and why is he not answering my calls?" I asked questioning Logan. 

"I'm not at liberty to tell you." Logan said raising his eyebrow. 

"Logan, either you tell me, or I will get it out of you." I said in a threatening tone. 

He doesn't think I'll do it, but trust me, I will. 

I didn't hesitate, when I got up I started to fight Logan. 

"Tell. Me. Where. He. Is" I said pausing between each word while losing my breath hitting Logan. 

Logan easily pushed me off of him and I landed on the floor. God damn, that son of a bitch hurt. 

"Again, not telling you." Logans said turning to the computer. 

"Please Logan. I'll do the dishes everyday for four weeks." I pleaded. 

Logan was typing an email acting like he didn't hear me. "I swore to Jayden that I would not tell you where he is, and why he won't answer. I can promise you though, he is not in ANY danger or I wouldn't have let him leave." Logan said. 

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Jayden's POV 

My love, I don't want you to be afraid for me. 

I'm confronting my own worst enemy. 

My father. 

My disgusting father. 

Not my adoptive father, but my biological father. 

He mentally abused me before he put me in foster care and before my adoptive parents adopted me. Sometimes I think that's the only nice thing he has ever done for me. But if my brother Jalen has any chance of being free of him, I have to save him. 

That's exactly what I am going to do. 

I'm not messing around because he is my brother who is alive. 

My brother Julian, I barely remember him. I do not even know much of what happened to him. It's a damn coincidence that my girl knew him before I even knew him. 

My father took that away from me. 

He took everything from me. 

I headed into hells kitchen which is where he works. He has many businesses and I'm going to find him. I know who he is and what he looks like. 

"Sir, I need to see some ID." The man at the hotel lobby said. 

"My dad is Harold Winslow, and I'm here to get revenge." I say. 

"I'm calling security!" The man said. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I say holding a gun. I got this gun from when me and my biological father went shooting at the range. We go hunting now and then. The man looked terrified, surprisingly that's the goal. I want everyone to be afraid of me, those who stand in the way of me getting into my fathers head. 

I march upstairs, I didn't care about any elevator. His office was on the top floor, convenient way to die isn't it? I wish I was being sarcastic. 

I barge in the office slamming the door behind me. I know he is here because I saw his limo parked out front. 

I searched around the room for a while hoping he would show. 

Finally after ten minutes of waiting, my father notices something wrong. 

"Marjorie, can you go downstairs and consult with Mr. Morris on the bills." That eerie voice says. The scrawny old man sits down in his chair sipping on his coffee and looks up at me. 

"Who are you?" he asked. 

"You don't recognize your own son, huh?" I said with an uncaring attitude. 

Distantly, the man didn't even acknowledge my presence. That's when I got my loaded gun out. 

"How could you not recognize your own damn son? Do you even care about any of your sons? Perhaps your son who was murdered. You remember him, Julian?" I say glaring at him. 

He didn't have any kind of reaction to my comment. I walk over to him and pick him up from his seat and slammed him on the wall behind his desk knocking over a couple of picture frames. I held the gun from the side of his head.

"You remember your real wife, not that whore?" I said shoving the information that I know he remembers in his face. 

My 'father' gritted his teeth, "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, boy!" He yelled. 

With my snarly attitude I chuckled, "Now you care you stupid prick, you remember your other son Jalen? My half brother, where the fuck is he?" I said holding the gun more towards his head. 

"I don't know, last I checked the social workers removed him from foster care. They didn't tell me where they were taking him!" My biological father says panicking and sweating through his suit. 

"No wonder why they did not tell you. Do you know the pain you caused this family? My family? and me? You never gave a damn. You are willing to sell out your own kids just so you could live off of a lie." I say with no remorse, no emotion, and no tears. 

Dad stiffened. 

"My real father taught me to love, he taught me to make mistakes, he taught me what real endless, boundless love is. Why-why couldn't you love us?" I whimpered. I moved the gun away from his head and fell to the floor. 

"Son, I did. I truly did. But your mother and I- we had some problems. She did start the cheating first. I caught her on camera with another man, a man whom I trusted." Dad explained. 

"Who?" I asked. 

"My own brother." Dad says. 

"What happened to him?" I asked. I want nothing but the truth. 

"He died from a stroke at thirty years old!" He said looking down at the floor. 

"I still don't forgive you! I never will. You ruined our family no matter what. Sometimes I wonder what my brothers mother saw in you. What anyone saw in you." I say looking him in the eyes. "And I'm going to find my brother, without your help. The best thing you did for me, was putting me through foster care, because I found my real family." I say slamming the door shut on my way out. 

Hey guys. I hope you enjoyed Jayden's POV. This is the only POV I'll do in this story!