The not so bad boy

23: Surprises

"Is there a reason you don't like Wesley aside from the fact that you think he's 'a bad influence' and he got me pregnant?" I laughed in a forced kind of way.

"Yes there is.."

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(Summers pov:)
"I didn't want to tell you this but I didn't exactly tell you and your brother the truth about how your mother died" my dad said. "I think you're old enough to hear the truth and maybe thiswill make you understand why I don't want you around that Stromberg kid."

"Wait..what the hell does this have to do with Wesley?!!"

"His dad killed your mother."

"What?!" I screamed as tears lightly rolled down my cheeks until it turned into a river.

"When your mother went to pick up your cousins on spring break she didn't have a seizure, she was hit my an intoxicated driver, Wesley's father. Wesley and his dad lived up there near your cousins. That man was a coward, he didn't want to get arrested so he ran off, While Wesley moved up here to live with mom. He's in jail now though. I only didn't tell you guys the truth because you were both so young, I wanted you guys to think she died peacefully and because she had to. I didn't tell you about Wesley because you seemed so happy since she died but at the same time, I didn't want you around him, I still don't."

I was pissed off at my dad for not telling me the truth, not because it had to do with Wesley but, my mom. Thats not the kind of thing that you just lie about.

Just then, Nick walked into the kitchen.
"Wow, you ok sis? What's wrong?" He asked as he saw me crying.

I didn't have anything to say, I just needed to be alone, to runaway.

"Ask. Dad." I said flatly as I stormed off.

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Wesleys pov:

I whipped up some strawberry waffles, coffee, and some aspirin for baby keats.

Why did he get wasted? He's such a good kid. This wasn't like him at all.

I told him to come down to the kitchen.

He sat at the counter, in a chair, wearing sunglasses and a loose hoodie.

He groaned and ate a strawberry off of his plate.

"Keaton, why did you do this to yourself?" I asked trying not to sound like a mom.

"It's nothing"

"It's obviously something, can we talk about it?"

He pounded his fist against the counter so loud I jumped.

"I saw dad yesterday ok! I was pissed off. I mean he got out of jail a long time ago then just disappeared again, no 'happy birthdays' or 'hey let's go to a baseball game' I guess I just wanted to ask him why and he gave me my answer." Keaton said, looking down and tears filled up in his eyes.

I hugged him. He looked up to me. He didn't have a father-figure around to teach him stuff, all he had was me, and I needed to be there for him more.

"Keaton look at me! You are so fucking cool! He's a moron ok, he doesn't even deserve you in his life, you're going to be famous one day and when he comes trying to crawl back into your life, remind yourself of how you're feeling right now, he-doesn't-deserve-you! I'm sorry we have such a shitty dad but we have each other and a pretty badass mom"

He smiled in the slightest way and I felt him hug me back.

"Now no drinking young man!
1- you're underage and 2- you don't want to become like dad!"

"Yeah yeah thanks wes, I love you"
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