This Wasn't Suppose To Happen

Chapter 21

"Where am I dropping you off at?" Calum asks his father as we drive along the street.

"Drop me off at your mothers." I watch as Calum's grip tightens on his steering wheel.

"No. You're not I allowed near her." His father sighs.

"She's my wife. I can see her if I want." I watch on silently as the tension builds. I don't know what to do to ease the tension.

"You've been divorced for ten years." Calum says through gritted teeth.

I place my hand on his thigh, trying to calm him.

"Take me to Uncle John's house." I watch as Calum purses his lips but doesn't say anything. He loosens his grip on the wheel to clasp my hand.

We drive for about twenty minutes in silence. With Calum's hand clasping mine the entire trip. We stop in front of a fancy looking house. It has a descent size from and back yard, modern looking features. Very high end.

"Go on then." Calum says as he waits for his father to get out of the car.

"What, no Hug?" His father asks, a tone in his voice that is meant to be mischievous. A mocking of his sons hate for him.

"Get out." Calum says more forcefully. His grip on my hand tightening a little bit.

He gives a soft chuckle and slides out of the car. As soon as the door closes Calum speeds off back toward him. I take hold of his thigh and give a light squeeze.

"Babe you need to slow down. You're angry and speeding. It's not a good idea." He doesn't listen to what I'm saying and continues on.

"Pull over." I say. He doesn't listen.

"Calum pull the car over!" I say more forcefully.

He sighs and pulls over. I watch him and wait for him to look my way. When he does I cup he cheeks in the palm of my hands and press my lips to his. He gently holds my hand to his cheek. When he finally pulls away he sighs.

"He just makes me so mad." Calum says through gritted teeth.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask. He sighs.

"I don't think I can drive and explain at the same time." I smile.

"I'll drive. Okay?" He bites his lips and furrows his eyebrows for a second before agreeing.

Once we switch seats. I start the car again and drive toward his house.

"So, your dad?" I ask, starting off the conversation. He sighs and readies himself.

"My dad has always been an alcoholic and a gambler. He gambled away all the money by the time I was fifteen. So I went and I got a job. Giving him most of my wage and putting some aside for myself. Him and my mum would start arguing over small things and he'd also be drunk. Fists would go. Usually Andy would be asleep by the time they started. So I'd pick him up and lay him at the bottom of the closet and lock the door. After locking Andy in the closet in our room, I would come back out and stand in front of mum so she wouldn't get hurt. I stayed living with them until Andy went to the police academy. I got myself out and convinced mum to do the same." I can feel his heart ache through his words. I didn't think he would have such an unpleasant upbringing.

"Why does Andy seem so soft on your dad?" I ask.

"Because he barely saw that side of dad. I made sure he didn't. So his relationship with dad is not as damaged. But I don't have one with him. He doesn't even know about his grand kids." I take his hand in mine and squeeze it lightly.

I park the car in the garage and the both of us head inside with silence between us. He walks into his room, me following behind. By the time I reach the room he's stripping in the bathroom ready for a shower.

I bite my lips and start to undress myself. Quietly, I slide in behind him, I press my chest and stomach against his back as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and press my lips against his neck. His hands are instantly holding my arms.

He turns in my arms and rubs his hands down my body, cupping my arse. I bite my lip as my hand trails down to his member, grabbing it, I rub circles against the opening, making him shudder under my touch. He grabs my head, his hands tangling in my hair, bringing my lips to his forcefully. Once my arms wrap around his shoulders, his hands lifts my legs up as he leans my back against the wall and enters me.

His lips don't stop attacking my neck and jawline. Nibbling and sucking, biting even. Leaving hickies on my chest and neck. Once we finish in the shower, we get changed and are out the door to pick up Oscar.

"Should we get food on the way home for dinner?" Calum asks as we walk into the preschool. He has his hand interlaced with mine.

"Ivory, how've you been?" I stop in my tracks as I see my mother standing there with a wriggling Oscar in her arms.

"Mum, What are you doing?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"Picking my son up. I told you at the funeral I was coming back." I sigh.

"I thought that was just you're usual broken promises." I say.

"Well, I can see you're pretty comfortable with the home you have and the teacher you're dating." She says pointedly, glaring at Calum.

"But, Oscar is my son. He's not your son. He deserves to be with his mother so I'm taking him with me to England." I feel my heart tearing apart.

"You can't!" I say. Calum holds onto my hand. Keeping me grounded.

"Yes I can. He's my son. And you're young. You should be going out there and setting up your own life. Not looking after your brother." Tears start to form in my eyes.

"When are you taking him?" I ask.

"Well I'm coming around tonight to get his things and we leave tomorrow." My mother walks to me and kisses me on the forehead.

"I know I haven't been here for you. And I regret that. But I can be here for Oscar. He's the last thing I have of your father. The last chance I'll get. But I'm also doing this for you. You're too young to have this responsibility. You need to focus on you and your future. It's hard now but you'll appreciate it later on." She sighs and hands Oscar to me so he can hug me. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his forehead.

"Will you be home tonight?" I shake my head.

"Do you stay at home anymore?" I shake my head.

"I stay at Calum's." I say softly.

"Did you want me to sell the house so you can use that money toward a place for the both of you?" I look at her rather shocked.

She's taking my brother from me and using this moment to ask me about whether or not I want to sell. Before I can say something, Calum chimes in.

"Thank you for the offer but I don't think she's ready to think about selling." She nods shortly and takes Oscar from my arms again.

"If you give me your address I'll make sure we stop on the way to say goodbye." My mother says as she holds Oscar on her hip. Calum writes his address in her phone and she walks away. Calum turns to me, his eyes glued on mine.

"Are you okay?" I bite my lip and shake my head. He wraps his warm protective arms around me, my head burying into his chest.

We get to Calum's place and I sit down on the couch. Calum flopping next to me. I feel like for the first time we're actually both drained. Rather than just me. As selfish as it sounds, it sort of makes me feel closer to him. Knowing he has just as much baggage as me. I lean my head on his chest as his arm wraps around my shoulders. His chin resting on my head.

Today has been a long day.