Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Forty-One: Frankenstein Takes Different Forms

Ridge-

My "All Time Low" Remix that Dylan managed to make for me is blasting in my ears, creating pure fucking bliss, when North decides to pluck the headphones from my ears. 

"Where to,"

"Kaleb tracked the phone, it's usually residing in an apartment on the east side, but today it's actually somewhere else,"

"Where to,"

"Get driving and I'll direct you, Nancy Drew,"

My nostrils flare but I refuse to answer. I won't be the one to start the fight here. 

But minutes later I just can't help myself. "Why'd you kiss him?" Just the image makes my whole body convulse in disgust. 

She doesn't even bother looking at me, still scrolling through her phone. "Why not?"

Because he's not me, I want to say. Instead, I stay silent, keeping myself cold, not hard considering I'm not exactly feeling warm and fuzzy with her. 

When we arrive I have to crane my neck to make out the top of the place. It is by no means a luxurious mansion, more like a towering house, red bricks, and despite its shabby condition, it brings out some warmth in me. 

Thousands of cars are parked in the driveway, countless cars, parked everywhere, even outside the street in lines, some shabby, others gently used, nothing is pristine or clean and my Porsche stands out in the crowd of automobiles. 

"They have too many people over, let's come back another time," I protest. North shakes her head. "These cars are always here,"

I scoff. "What?"

"The owners live here, Einstien,"

"But--"

"Let's go,"

"Fine,"

That's the extent of our conversation. We near the front door and I can hear loud noises on the other side. Hesitantly, I ring the doorbell. The commotion doesn't cease, and after a few moments, the door swings open. And there's no one facing us. 

"Widge!" a childish squeal echoes from below and we both look down. 

He had wild blond curls, reaching his chin, with vibrant blue eyes that I could swear I've seen before. He's so damn tiny, maybe four or five years old and his grin is so wide it sort of melts my heart. Since when do adults let their kids open the door? Especially a toddler? And wait...

How does he know my name?

Before I know it the tiny bundle of golden locks in bounding at me, wrapping his arms around my legs and burying his head in my waist. I freeze, cocking my head as he looks up, eyes shining and grinning. "I mithed you Widge!" he says enthusiastically nodding in confirmation. Nodding so much I begin mistaking him for a bobblehead. 

"Um...thank you?" I say, half confused, half unsure. What the hell are you supposed to do when the cutest kid on the planet is hugging you and grinning at you like you're Hades? 

North's snort confirms that I'm not doing so great. The kid doesn't notice. 

"Momma's really mad at you for not being here so long, you know that right, she keeps saying she's going to kick your..." he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, cupping his mouth with his hand, "A very bad word for butt," 

I feign a gasp, feigning offense. I like this kid way too much. North tries to stop the smile playing on her perfect plump....STOP IT...lips but is unsuccessful.