The Child We Have Now {C!Skephalo Sequel}{Complete}

A Talk With Melissa

Bad was ready to pull his hair out when Skeppy answered one of his calls. "Oh my gosh, where are you?!"

"Don't worry, I'm okay." Skeppy said. "Is Hani okay?"

"Yes, Hani is okay! Where are you? I'm losing my mind here. Why would you run off and leave me alone in this situation?!"

"I'm at the bar, don't get mad. I figured something out...or, I think I have. I'm figuring things out about Disfruta. Cellbit is on his way to meetup with me and Melissa."

"For starters, who is Melissa?"

"I met her, she is Roier's sister. I think there's some bigger picture happening with Disfruta..This is bigger than we think."

"Skeppy!" Bad hissed. "You're not Nancy Drew. Get back home right now. This isn't a fun little mystery, there's people out there that are unhealthily obsessed with Hani and probably you. You're not gonna solve anything, you're just gonna get hurt!"

"Oh, so now I can't try to figure this out?! You don't think I'm horrified that some company wants my daughter?! If I can find some shit out, I'm finding it out. Turns out Melissa was told Roier is dead. Sounds like Disfruta wants to kidnap more than just kids."

Bad rubbed his forehead and sighed deeply. His husband has plummeted into delusion. "I have no doubt there's a big trafficing ring happening. But I doubt you're going to solve it. Get home. Now. I'm about to lose it."

"You've already lost it." Skeppy muttered. "I'll be home tonight, okay? I'm scared too, but I think I figured something out, and I want to follow it.

Bad hung up.

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Skeppy found himself sitting on a bed between a Mexican woman and a Brazilian man. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought he'd been hired for a fetishization film.

"Sorry, my bedroom is the only private place to talk." Melissa sipped her wine. She got wine for the others too.

"Sooo..." Cellbit was staring at Melissa like she was a demon. She looked so much like Roier, he actually hated it. Cellbit has a couple loose bolts, to say the least. "You get a sketchy call saying your brother is dead...and you never do anything about it?"

Melissa shifted around and rolled her eyes. "You don't understand...you have your problems with Disfruta, I have my problems here. I barely leave. Only took calls from Roier through the phone down in the bar. He didn't say much about anything. We just joked around mostly. We stopped talking about personal things when I started working here. Could you imagine? 'hola, what did you do today sister?' and I say, 'Had sex with some old guy.' that doesn't work. So all personal sharing stopped...when I got the call saying he died while driving drunk...well, seemed possible. Roier was always reckless."

"You didn't fact check...at all?" Cellbit looked at Skeppy, wanting to be backed up.

"I mean...wouldn't you attend a funeral?" Skeppy asked.

"My family doesn't keep contact with me...I assumed I wasn't invited...now before you look at me crazy–" Melissa gulped some wine. "You're trying to convince me he's alive, and you didn't even bring him."

"He's in shock." Cellbit said a little too fast.

"So you're telling me he coincidentally stopped calling me after I was told he's dead?"

Cellbit blinked slowly and took a sip of his wine. "That is a good point...I'm sorry. I guess he's easy for me to defend him because he's my husband. It is odd that you never heard from him again...it's like he knew you were lied to..."