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Three: Lies & D.n.a. "Sorry
I'm late, I got a bit held up in traffic" Kevin lied apologetically as he
skidded in, to a room full of agitated men and women in suits. "It's
the third time this week you've been late" a staunch woman in horned rimmed
glasses commented as she ticked things off the agenda in front of her. "I'm
sorry about that, I really am" Kevin insisted as another man slid a program
on to him. "Sorry
isn't going to cut it Kevin. You know how important these meetings are; we’re
barely established, we have a lot of work to do if you still want to make it
big" "It
won't happen again" Kevin muttered under his breath as he picked up the
schedule. "So
where were you at? Appearance where?” He
slumped, tired, against the doorframe while clumsily downing a bottle of water.
Random strands of his dark hair caught in his green eyes, devoid of emotion
while he stared blankly to the desolate carpark. “So
ya wanna tell me where ya been?” Kevin
turned to find his cousin, smirking behind him, as he bit into a red apple. “Stuck
in traffic, that’s all. Why? What’d you hear?” he attacked, scrutinizing
his cousin’s sudden interest. Brian
shrugged, holding up his hands in plain surrender “Hey, I was just askin’ no
need to get defensive” he replied, before he began to walk away. Kevin
brooded over his cousin’s words for a moment before he called him back;
“Hey” “Yeah?”
he answered looking back at his cousin. Kevin
opened his mouth, but nothing came out “Nah, forget it” he dismissed,
gesturing his hand. “It’s nothin’” he replied a tight smile etched on his
face. Brian
rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath “If this nothing keeps up, we’re
never gonna make it” before he left Kevin back at the door. Swinging
the bottle around, his mind wandered back to the subject at hand,
We’re not gonna make it… we’re not gonna make it… Abigail isn’t
mine- she couldn’t be… could she?
His green eyes cast over his bandmates; Nick was pulling AJ’s beanie over one
eye, causing AJ to pull the young blonde into a wrestling session, on the hall
floor. They’re kids themselves, how would it look if
I had a kid? Wiping his
mouth with his wrist, he sighed, before he pulled fished around in his pockets
for his cell. This can’t get out- especially if Abby
really is mine; Kevin
concluded before he dialled. “Harry?
Listen, I need you to check something…yeah, a name. Abigail Richardson…” He
glanced down at the page in his grasp, then back up into Kevin’s confused
green eyes. “Look, I don’t know what else to tell you…” he trailed off
“There is no Abigail Richardson born last year, or the past few months to
Isabelle Journeaux... The only Abigail Richardson I’ve found was born three
years ago to a couple in New Hampshire” “…So I have no daughter… Isa was lying…” Kevin uttered in slow drawl. Despite himself, he felt relieved. I’m
not ready to have a kid. “Not
exactly” Harry interrupted as he rifled through the stack of sheets on his
desk. He retrieved a singular photo-stated sheet and slid it across the desk to
Kevin, who was now numb with nervous anticipation. “This is a birth certificate of an
Abigail Rae Sabatier” he explained, pointing to the name. “She was born to
an Isabelle Journeaux on the forth of June, this year in Virginia” Kevin’s
right hand crushed the flawless paper as he cleared his throat. "Sabatier?
No, it can't be" he shook his head, sounding each syllable carefully as he
set down the pages on the oak desk. "I mean..." he gulped, as he
grabbed the top page and skimmed it again. "It’s not my last name, not
hers… it's not possible" The
suit propped his elbows on the desk, resting his chin on his clasped hands.
"I'm not sure what more I can tell you, Kevin, because this is what I’ve
found; the only Abigail born to an Isabelle Journeaux. It is possible you may
not be the father-" "Why’s
that?” he asked, curious as he shifted in his seat. “Well”
Harry began with caution, holding the page loosely in his hands “See, under
'father', there isn’t a name…” Kevin
was dumbstruck as the words and concept seeped through his head. There
isn’t a name? But how can this be? “Nothing
is for certain at the moment, Kevin, don’t jump to conclusions; anything is
possible, and you could be right about Abigail being someone else’s
daughter” Kevin
was torn. How could she? And now, of all times… God… “Wait” he
sounded slowly, his eyes moving away from the page. “Wait…she was born on
the fourth of June, this year, right?” Harry
nodded sombrely, curiosity cloaked on his features “Why?” Kevin
bit his bottom lip; We broke up in November… why didn’t she tell me? The
sheet in his grasp suddenly seemed very heavy, a weight only punctuated further
by remorse; the guilt of not being something he should have been; the anger of
being kept in the dark. “We
could arrange a DNA test, just to be sure” Harry offered, holding up a pen.
“Would you like to do this?” Kevin
nodded dumbly, dropping the page on the desk, as he watched Harry proceed with
the legalities. She
may not be mine; I have to be sure. This is the only way, he
rationalised resolutely.
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