Fearless (Sequel to Fetal)

Chapter 1

"Babe, what are you doing?" I jumped slightly, dropping the tattoo gun in my hand as I cursed under my breath before turning around. "Dammit, Fronz!" I huffed as he chuckled at me. "Did you have to sneak up on me like that?" I asked him with a deadpan look. I watched as he shrugged his shoulders with a cute lopsided smile. "No but your reaction when I do it is funny and cute." He said as he sat on the couch behind me, moving so his legs were outlining my own. "Ha, ha. Yeah so funny." I said, rolling my eyes as I picked the gun up again and started to continue filling in the outline I was doing on my thigh. I felt his arms snake around me as he rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath tickling my ear as he watched me tattooing myself. We sat in a comfortable silence for who knows how long before the front door opened and the boys came barreling in, shoving each other and yelling. I looked back at Chris, hearing him sigh. "I'll see what's up this time." He sighed, kissing the top of my head before he got up and huffed, walking to where the boys were setting their things down, still arguing. I smiled and shook my head with a small laugh, going back to concentrating on my tattoo. This is what I get for having a house full of boys. I could hear Chris and the boys' mumbled voices but tuned them out to concentrate further. Well, until I heard yelling. "Hey, hey! Stop! You don't do shit like that!" I heard Chris yell , spiking my curiosity and causing me to turn off the gun and get up.

I walked into the hall, met with Riley and Blake trying to wrestle, Chris trying to hold them away from each other. "You're so stupid!" Riley yelled at his little brother. I narrowed my eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I asked and Chris looked at me with a desperate look. I raised an eyebrow as the boys looked over at me, not speaking. "Well?" I asked, using my mom voice and staring them down. "Nothing, mom." Blake mumbled, turning away. "Sweetie, go to your room and talk to your dad. Riley, come with me." I said, turning around and striding into the kitchen. I heard Riley groan, making me smirk. I smiled slightly but forced it back as he stomped behind me. We got to the kitchen and I got the stuff I needed to make dinner out before I nodded for him to help me. He sighed as I handed him a knife and we began cutting vegetables. We were silent for a few minutes before I sighed and sat my knife down, looking over at my son. He looked so much like Cerulli it almost hurt to look at him. "Ry, what's going on with you and Blake?" I asked and watched as his jaw clenched and unclenched. "Riley. You two have been at each other's throats for awhile now. Your dad and I can't help you two work things out if neither of you will talk to us." I said. "He's not my dad." He snapped and turned his head away from me but I heard a waver in his breath as he breathed in. I knew what that sound meant all too well. Without thinking, I turned him to me and hugged his towering frame, feeling him stiffen for a moment before hugging me back tightly, burying his face in my hair. I hugged him tightly, rubbing his back to calm him down. After awhile, I pulled back and held his face in my hands, wiping at the smeared makeup and tears all over his face. "Chris has raised you. He's your father in every way that counts." I told him and he sighed, shaking his head. "Why don't you ever talk about my dad?" He asked and I looked down, not wanting to explain any of it to him. "Because a lot happened and we just weren't meant to be but I don't regret being with him because I got you out of it and you're an amazing talented kid." I did and turned away, feeling my heart breaks little st the memories flashing through my mind. I was glad he didn't remember his childhood before I met Chris. He didn't deserve to know those things.

"Mom." I hummed, looking over as I felt his eyes on me. "Everytime I bring him up, you refuse to look at me." He said and I shrugged, turning away again and going back to cutting up the carrots. "Why won't you look at me?" He asked. "Why won't you tell me what's going on with you and Blake?" I shot back and heard him sigh. "He's just been messing with me about how he has his dad and I don't." He said quietly and I frowned. "He also told pretty much everyone in town I'm bi and turned the two friends I had against me." He said and I stood there silently as it sunk in. "Hunny, take over with these and I'll be right back." I said as I patted him on the back, leaving the kitchen. I felt my jaw clench as I stormed up the stairs to Blake's room, bursting into the room. "Babe? What's wrong?" Chris asked and I ignored him. "Blake." I said coldly. "What do you think gives you the right to get your brother bullied and to harass him?" I asked, making sure my anger was plane as day. His eyes were wide as he stared at me in both fear and shock. "What the hell are you talking about?" Chris asked, standing up. I shot him a glare and he shut up as he sat right back down. By that time, Blake had regained himself and was glaring at me. "That little bitch showed you the video huh." He said as he stood up. "I'm going to kick his ass." He said, clenching his teeth as he went to storm out of the room. I stepped in front of the doorway with my arms crossed. "Oh no you aren't. You've been a handful all your life and I knew you were an asshole to him but this has gone too far." I said, standing my ground. "Move out the way, bitch." He said and this time Chris was the one to get up. "Don't talk to your mother that way." He said sternly and Blake only laughed. "My mother? She's just some slut you took in Cuz she had a kid. You were the fucking idiot that married her. She may have given birth to me but she damn sure isn't my mother." He spat and I forced myself to stay strong and not show how much it got to me. Chris on the other hand snapped. "Blake that's enough! I've had it with your shit. We have given you everything you could ask for in life and you are disrespectful as hell. You're 11 and think you're 20. This is it. Next semester, you're leaving." He told him, fuming. Chris and I had talked about boarding school for Blake a lot these past couple of years. That's how bad he was. We gave him one last chance and he chose to hurt his brother and disrespect us.

"Mom you can't seriously let him do this!" Blake yelled at me. I shook my head. "So now I'm mom. I thought I was just a slut your father took in? You need to learn that you only get so many chances in life and we have given you way more than we should have. I'm sorry but I'm with him on this. You are going." I said the bitter words, feeling my heartbeat pounding. It was one thing to punish your kid for their wrong doing. Sending them away, now that was a whole new level all together. As a mom, I didn't want to send my son away but as I mom I also did because nobody wants someone like that around and in their lives. I turned on my heels and walked out of the room, Chris following. I went to our room and let the tears start falling once I closed the door. I moved to the wall beside the door and slid my back down it, just sobbing. I hated this but Chris and I both knew it had to be done.