Her Secret Scars

Betrayel

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"I know this is all of the sudden, but I can get a job and we'll be out in a month" I assure them.

"Wha- How? Whe-" Caden stutters.

"It's a long story" I breath out wiping imaginary sweat off my forehead.

A REALLY LONG story!!

"Loyal! Luke looks about, what? Four years old?! And your seventeen? So you had him when you were...THIRTEEN?!" Brady freaks out in an older brother protective way. Which is odd because just the other day he was flirting with me like a hungry caveman.

"Yeah, I thought you said your daughter was killed when she was two?! How did he find out about her and not him?!" Caden questions.

I stiffen and my blood runs cold, while my eyes tear up.

He did not just say that.

"Loyal I didn't mean," Caden says walking closer trying to apologize, but I won't except it. I rip the bag from his shoulder and throw it back in my car. I swiftly run and buckle Luke back in his car seat.

"Please don't go. We can help you" Brady sincerely suggests.

I want to accept it.

But I can't.

I can't stay in the same house where yet, another person will judge me. With another person that betrayed my trust. It took guts to talk about my little Harper with someone I haven't known for a while.

"No" I snap and wipe away a tear, as flashbacks of my little girl running around in her diaper, as I chased after her trying to put her clothes on.

My little girl. My flesh and blood. Was gone.

"Loyal ple-" Caden tries to talk, but I cut him off.

"I trusted you! And you threw it back in my face" I spit coldly. God, I feel so stupid.

I get in my car and drive off, but where am I going to go?

I pick up my phone and dial Corey's number. I think I might have an idea...

"WHERE THE FUCKING HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" he screams through the phone.

"Chill out bro I've been with Caden" I explain.

Out of all people I chose to trust a bad boy. One that was rough on the outside and soft on the inside.

Maybe that's the illusion.

"WHERES LUKE?" he snaps.

"Thank you for being protective, but can you fucking chill out! He's with me and I'm calling cause I wanna know if you can help me with something?" I ask him.

When I was 15 my dad gave me a trust fund that I never knew about. Probably because if I knew I would have escaped from Jake a long time before I did.

Well actually, I wouldn't have been able to escape then anyways because I can't access it till I turn 18.

I'll be 18 in a month, but I need the money now.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" he questions with gratitude.

Bipolar asshole

"I heard that" he mumbles.

"Good" I laugh. I forgot about the mind reading thing...

"I need you to hack my trust fund so I can have it now. Then I'll buy a house and you're going to move in with me, Luke and Hope because I'm not letting her grow up in that he'll joke any longer" I explain in my own baby bossy sister way.