Forced love

Chapter thirty eight

Chapter thirty eight.
Kathrine's pov:

"Hello?" I say in a voice so insecure I don't even recognize it myself.

"Hey, sweetie. How was your honeymoon?" My lovely mother asks me acting as is nothing is wrong. But something is wrong. She's not as lovely as I may have thought.

"Is it true?" I ask ignoring her question. I'm not one to beat around the bush when it's important. And this is so very important. "That my father—" She cuts me off by hanging up the phone.

"She hung up on me." I tell Silas who's sitting by my side at all times. I love him for being here for me. The word "love" has really started to grow on me.

I'm so confused as it rings again seconds later. "Yes, hello. It's a matter I'd not like to discuss over the phone." Her voice is so calm and loving which is making me even more confused.

I'm quiet, not knowing what to say so she adds, "I would love to stop by and talk to you about it." She doesn't specify what she wants to talk about. I can only assume she knows what I was talking about before she hung up.

"No, I'll come to you." She can't come here since Silas is supposed to be dead. No one can know he isn't. "Just tell me over the phone. Is it true—" She hangs up the phone again.

"What the fuck!" I growl starting to get annoyed. Silas takes my hand and I look up at him. Thankfully he mange to calm me before she calls again, just like she did last time.

"Meet me at the diner in an hour. Goodbye, sweetie." And she hangs up again. I'm seriously more confused and frustrated than I have been in a long time. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with my mother, and I didn't even get any answers.

"She wants me to meet her at the diner in an hour. I don't know what the fuck is going on. She's acting so weird." Silas takes my phone and puts it on the nightstand.

I fall back on the bed. My whole head is a damn chaos from that conversation. I don't even know if you can call it that.

"Well, then you should go and meet her." He says hovering over me. I crack a smile as he nibble at the tip of my nose with his teeth. He always manages to make me smile.

"I guess." I'm back to my previous state making him press his lips hard against mine. That's all it takes for my mood to lighten.

"I've missed you." He says softly against my lips. My hands tangle in his hair. Those familiar dark waves.

"You saw me just this morning." I stare at him stupidly.

He rolls his eyes. "I saw you getting out of bed, yes. Without giving even the slightest look in my direction you disappeared. And not a single kiss, might I add." His lips finds mine and I suck on his bottom lip for a second. "So yes, I've missed you."

I laugh and all I can think about is how I want to lay here forever. "I've missed you too." He pulls back eyebrows raised, giving me a stern look.

"No you haven't." I crack a guilty smile, so I hide my face in his chest. "But I'm going to make you miss me." He lifts himself off the bed and straightens his shirt. "You should get ready to meet your mom."

My eyebrows raise. "It can wait." His lips tug upwards as I just gave him what he wanted.

"No it can't. Now you can think about how much you miss me while you're gone." He's almost at the door when he says, "I'll be here waiting when you get back." Agh, fuck me. I'm going to miss him. I already do.

*

I meet my mother at the diner that's a fifteen minute drive from the house. She's sat at a table in the corner of the room. Not even a little bit suspicious.

As I approach the table she raises and hugs me tightly before I can protest. I probably would've pulled her away from me if she didn't let me go within a second. "You look good. How was your honeymoon?" She asks with that fake smile on her face as she searches the room nervously with her eyes.

"Cut the crap." I say and this gets her attention. She's about to speak as I cut her off. "Don't beat around the bushes with me. Answer my question from earlier or I will leave." I'm hard on her, I know that. But what do you expect me to do when it's possible I've been lied to my whole life.

"I need you to tell me what you know and we'll take it from there." Her eyes wander the room again. As if she's looking for something, perhaps someone.

"What's going on? Why are you acting so strange?" I'm referring to both now and the conversation we had earlier.

"The reason we had to meet here, and not at the house is your dad." She says it so easily making me begin to question wether my brother may have gotten this all wrong. "He can not know I'm talking to you about this. Never." She says firmly making me nod in understanding.

"I know nothing of what's important. All I know is that you need to explain who the hell the man I've grown up to call my father actually is." Her eyebrows wrinkle together. I can se the emotion in her eyes, but choose to ignore it.

"I'll take this from the start so you'll understand a bit better. But know that if it ever gets known that we are talking about this—it might not end well for the both of us." I nod, because I already know this. I know this man that I've lived with for nineteen years. And I know he's not afraid to get his hands dirty.

"I was young, and in love with a man a could not have. He was the gardener at our mansion. Oh, we were so in love." She looks up as if dreaming back to that time of her life. "My father refused it when he found out. Of course, I was not supposed to love a poor man. A man who could not provide for me the life that I had been born into. He was fired and I was married away to Baron, the new leader of the Lopez mafia." She pauses as a lady passes our table to go to the toilet.

"But it was too late." My heart falls from my chest as if I already know what comes next. "I was already pregnant. Baron knew it wasn't his, even though he never said a single word to show it. He had to have known. I was way to far along, it couldn't possibly have been his." Her eyes fall to the table. She can't look at me.

My heart is rising in my chest, beating so fast I think I'm about to die from a heart attack. "But—then who's my real dad? What happened to him?" I ask, my voice breaking down with each word I say.

"I haven't seen him since then, but I can give you his name. If you wish to see him, that is." Her eyes are hopeful as she meets my broken gaze. Do I want to see him? That is the whole reason I'm here in the first place.

"But da—Baron knows? I know you talked to him about it." I don't tell her how I know this, because I don't want my brother to get in trouble for this.

"I brought it up to him before your wedding. I thought it was time you knew the truth. You were getting married, and I just—thought it was time you got to meet your real dad." She pauses, her eyes are glossy showing she's holding in her tears. "Baron didn't agree. He told me to never speak of this ever again."

From that I know this took a lot of her to tell me. He probably hurt her too. Just for bringing it up. But she told me anyway. "I would like to meet him." Her lips for a tight sad smile. I know she would probably want that too. She's never been in love with Baron. This is the closest I've come to ever seeing my mom in love. Even though it's been a long time, the love for my dad is still there. "What's his name?"

"Kit Lawson." She says and smiles widely. "It's been nineteen years since I've said his name." Her eyes are glowing. I've never seen her like this before. "I named you after him, Kat." She always called me that when I was younger. Now I understand why.

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