Getting It Right (BOOK THREE)

Chapter 57

Keenan knocks on the door for the third time while dialing Aubrey's number again. He's been out here for at least seven minutes waiting for someone to let him inside. Neveah is fast asleep in his arms, still clutching the glow stick that his aunt gave her earlier. The sound of fireworks going off around the neighborhood echoes through the wind and he hopes it doesn't wake Nevy.

Finally the door opens and lights shines in his face as his aunt ushers him in. "Sorry, I thought Aubrey was going to answer it."

"It's ok," He says and steps inside.

"How was the cook out?"

"Great, everyone was thrilled to see Neveah and after she warmed up to the new faces she had fun. She didnt like the fireworks though, the noises scared her so we left. She fell asleep not too long ago." He says.

"That's good, I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves."

"I'll go drop Neveah upstairs and then I'll let myself out."

Aubrey's aunt nods her head, "Alright, goodnight."

"Night," he says then walks upstairs to Aubrey's room. Her door is already open and light spills into the dark hallway. Walking in, he finds her room empty and her laptop open. He figures she's using the bathroom, so he sits down on the bed and lays Nevy on her back. He slowly takes off her shoes and clothes, being sure not to wake her as he pulls the glow stick from her fist.

Once he's changed her in to her pajamas, he carries her over to her crib and lays her down in it, being sure to pull the blanket halfway over her body.

Instead of just leaving, he decides to wait for Aubrey to come back in. Keenan walks around her room looking at her decorations on the wall, along with her pictures. He notices that the pictures of him are now gone and instead only one remains, the one of all three of them in the hospital bed when Neveah was just born. He smiles, remembering how happy he was that day.

The sound of rapid beeping catches his attention and he turns to see that her phone is going crazy on her bed. He leans over to glance at it and sees that she has over 100 text showing up on her screen. He sees the words 'slut', 'whore' and 'thot' appear on the screen before another wave of text come through. Then her laptop starts making noises too and he notices her screen displaying two tabs, Facebook and Twitter which are both being filled with notifications.

Pictures and videos flood her timeline and when Keenan clicks on one of the pictures she was tagged in, he sees that it's her with her head thrown back and a liquor bottle at her lips.

Jeremiah. True to his word, released the video on to the Internet for all to see.

Keenan leaves the room and heads to the bathroom. He tries the knob but its locked. "Aubrey? It's Keenan, open up." He's met with silence. "Bre come out so we can talk, I know what's going on just open the door." He bangs on the door this time. "Aubrey!" There's no response and now panic has set in.

"Kill yourself, you're nothing without me now." Was the last thing Jeremiah said to Aubrey the day Keenan found out he was really the father of Neveah.

In a spur of the moment type feeling, Keenan kicks the door and it burst open, slamming loudly against the wall and knocking some things off the shelf. Standing on the ledge of the open window, is Aubrey. She's staring straight ahead into the night with the wind whipping through her messy hair. Keenan swallows hard, knowing better than to rush towards her.

"Bre?"

"Don't try to talk me out of this." She croaks and he can tell she's crying.

"Aubrey just listen to me," he says. "I may be mad at you, Jeremiah may have manipulated you and everyone may know the truth now. But you know who will always love you know matter what? Neveah. You brought her in to this world and it would be unfair for you to leave her here."