Forlot: Thunder Will Come Down - Book Twenty-Seven

Chapter Thirteen

A few minutes passed, and Destiny, Caleb, and I were in the waiting room. Caleb and the doctor were able to break up the fight and made absolute sure that Destiny and I stayed away from each other until we were calm. I was on the phone with Kara and asking her to bring the kids to the hospital as I glared at Destiny and Caleb who were sitting across from me.

It shocked me that Caleb was taking care of my cousin. Even though that he knew what she did to him, he was still respecting her because that is what God would want him to do. Two wrongs do not make a right. I may not understand him sometimes, but that is one of the main reasons why he is a great guy. I say this to everyone and will say it to you fine readers. If you wish to not change your ways, then at least be like Caleb. Be kind to those around you and show them respect.

Caleb had the baby girl in his lap and unwrapped a band-aid. He placed the band-aid over Destiny's wound and gently rubbed his thumb on it. For those of you who are wondering how she got the wound, I was the cause. My fist made contact with her forehead. Did I feel sorry? A little. But out of all the boys that she could have done it with, Destiny chose Caleb. Why? 'Cause her heart is filled with pride and wickedness.

"Two more kids?" Kara said on the other end. "At this rate, I am bound to lose one of them."

"The kids do not belong to us, Kara," I explained. "Actually, one of the children belongs to Caleb. I am not the biological mother."

"Oh, Cindy. I am so sorry. But you know what? As long as you care for his son or daughter—"

I interrupted. "It is a boy. It is his son."

"Awe. Cal has a brother."

"That he does. Too bad that his brother's mother is Destiny."

"Destiny. As in...your cousin?"

I massaged the bridge of my nose. "She moved back here to Forlot because she claims that she desires to make amends to those whom she manipulated. Guess who was one of her victims?"

"Caleb?"

"Yep! That wicked witch tricked him and gave birth to his son without him knowing!"

"What are you two going to do?"

"Honestly, I have no stinkin' idea. I am incredibly uncomfortable with Destiny and hoped that I could cut her out of my life."

"Back it up for a moment. You were wishing to cut ties with her? She is your cousin. Is that not a bit extreme?"

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Caleb walking towards me. I told Kara that I had to go and hung up. I put away my phone as Caleb sat next to me and held my hand.

"You are lucky that Destiny is not putting up charges against you," he commented. "She said that she deserved the punch."

"She is not wrong about that," I replied.

"I could care less if she deserved it or not. It was not the right thing to do."

"I know."

"Are you sorry?"

"Nope."

"Would you be sorry if I told you that Destiny apologized for manipulating me and having my child without me knowing?"

I shrugged. "Maybe, but...it would be difficult to believe her. She lied too many times in the past."

He gently squeezed my hand. "I know that feeling. You cannot trust people whom you surround yourself with because you are afraid that they will judge you for what you are."

I played with his hair. "Your case is different from Destiny's. You should be trusted to perform tasks that even you believe that you were incapable of. Destiny should only be trusted with a fork and a spoon. And I am not saying all this because you are white and she is black. It all comes down to the content of character, not race."

My eyes widened as soon as I said that last sentence out loud. A brilliant idea came to mind. An idea that could change the town of Forlot and the world forever.

I jumped out of my seat and rushed up to the front desk and asked the woman if I could have a piece of paper and borrow a pen. She had no problem with it and handed me a pen and a blank paper that was attached to a clipboard. I thanked her and returned to my husband with the materials.

"What are you going to write, Cindy?" Caleb asked.

"I am beginning a campaign," I said. "It will hopefully bring the people of Forlot together and inspire the real world."

"Interesting. So who will be the leader of the campaign?"

"You?"

"Me?"

"Yes, Caleb. You will be the president of this campaign. You are the perfect role model. And I will be your assistant and help you along the way."

"Cindy, do you even have a name for our campaign?"

"I have not even considered that yet. You know that I am not the best at names."

"Same here, but I have a neat trick that works with writers who are on writer's block."

"I am not a writer."

"Me neither, but it works almost every time."

"Okay. Walk me through it."

The process was easy, easier if you are on the creative side. He instructed me to close my eyes and imagine things that I have seen and like. It was not long before I came back to fictional reality and had a catchy title.

"I know what we will name our campaign, Caleb. It will be—"

I was rudely cut off by a woman who had entered the hospital. She was ticked and pointed at someone. She was pointing at Caleb.

"You idiot boy! You stole my baby!"

This would not end well.