American Bad Boy: A Military Romance by Eddie Cleveland & Sadie Black

Author:Eddie Cleveland & Sadie Black [Cleveland, Eddie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2016-06-22T21:00:00+00:00

23

Mack

2014

The pavement is thudding under my prosthetic as I run toward where Lauren told me the graveyard is. The cool air is rushing past my ears and I sweep my head from side to side for the first signs of the cemetery. I didn’t have time to get detailed directions from Lauren. I could’ve brought her with me, but I feel like if Chris is there, and I expect he is, then he’s not going to want to talk to his Mom. He needs his Dad.

Before Lauren came down the stairs, those pictures of her family … is Chris mine? When Lauren told me how old he was, I figured that she shacked up with Joel Brickman shortly after I left for West Point. Yet, I looked through a bunch of pictures of her and Chris by themselves for years. I mean, someone must have been taking all those shots, but it seems weird that Joel isn’t in a single one until the wedding picture.

My eyes try to squeeze shut with the wave of guilt washing over me. I should’ve been there for her. Not Joel fucking Brickman. God rest his soul.

Running up the street isn’t as easy without my blade. I’ve gotten so used to it now that I’ve been doing daily jogs and sprints. However, I can see the steel gate leading to the Lewis cemetery up ahead. I don’t need a blade; I need to get … my son.

Is he my son? Why would Lauren keep that from me? Was she that angry at me for going to West Point? They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but that seems ridiculous.

I should’ve been there for her.

You have no one to be angry at but yourself.

I slow my jog to a walk and stride in through the gate, searching the rows of headstones like and owl scanning a field for mice. Where is he? I don’t see him anywhere. Just hundreds of grave markers shining under the moonlight. Some covered in fresh flowers from loved ones who still ache for their losses. Some long forgotten, their headstones crumbling and neglected.

I stop and tilt my head to listen carefully. All I can hear is the faded noise of traffic a few streets over. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Chris didn’t come here. Maybe I’m wrong about everything. He might not even be my kid.

The pictures on the mantle flash in my mind, the only thing is, Chris didn’t look like Joel as a toddler. He didn’t look like Lauren either except for her beautiful skin tone. No. He looked like me.

A small movement catches my peripheral vision and I snap my head over to investigate further. Almost twenty rows away I can see a small figure in the shadows. It’s him. He did come here! I wonder what else I’m right about?

I want to yell his name, but I stop myself. What if he runs? Or I scare him? It’s probably better to just go talk to him.

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