06 Blames
1010 Words
(Bill)
"Bill! How surprising, you've not visited me in months. What brings you here? Mom says as she walks through the door her butler has opened.
She walks in and takes a seat. "We'll have tea and a cheese platter," Mom orders her staffs and they scatter to follow instructions.
"There will be no need for that," I snapped.
Without wasting time, I pulled Tiff's result out, throwing it on the table beside her.
"What's this?" She hollered, looking at me.
"Why don't you find out yourself?" I sneered.
She eyes me carefully and picked up the envelope. She takes a deep breath and opened it gently.
I watched her eyes flicker in disbelief, her eyes wide open. "Tiffany is pregnant?" She asked, her expression blank.
I let out a sardonic laugh. "Surprised?" I taunted. "She is but you know what? I've already divorced her," I said through gritted teeth.
"You did what?" She queried, her eyes furrowed.
"Oh, don't give me that look. Don't act like you care about her, you never liked her so what's with that expression?" I said sarcastically.
"Word Bill! You will not talk to your mother like that, I raised you better," she half yelled.
I chuckled at her words. "Yet, you encouraged me to treat Tiffany like trash!" I yelled back.
Mom's poker face is in place. "Bull-s**t! You never loved her. So, don't put this on me," she taunted. "And how are you sure the baby is yours?"
"Huh?" I mouthed. "Are you seriously asking that? You know where Tiff's loyalty lies. That baby is mine!" I said sternly, getting pissed off at how low she thinks of Tiff.
Tiffany's loyalty to me is unwavering. That I know for sure.
Sheila was obviously lying about those photos of Tiff and a guy. I beat myself up for letting her get to my head.
Maybe if she hadn't come to me with those lies, maybe if I hadn't divorced Tiffany, she'd tell me about the baby and I swear I'd stop hurting her.
I sigh. Maybe I need to take responsibility for my actions and stop blaming others.
The staff walks in with the tea and cheese platter, cutting through my thoughts. Mom pours from a fine white teapot into a matching cup and a saucer. Her calm expression is killing me.
"Help yourself, Bill," Mom offers.
I shut her down immediately. "I'm fine. Thanks. This is not why I'm here, let's just get to the point," I snickered.
She offers a cold smile. "I thought you'd be happy. You have what you've wanted all along, the divorce," she says. "You wanted to be a free man so bad, now you have it. Why is this suddenly a problem?" She inquired.
I rolled my eyes at her, maybe coming to her was such a bad idea if she's not coming up with any solution.
"Coming here was such a bad idea, I'm out of here," I said frustratingly and Mom steps in.
"No child of the Castillos will be raised outside their home, I'd make sure of that," Mom assured, offering a small smile.
She picks up some cheese and nibbles on it and then sips some tea. "Don't you trust your mother again? I'd handle it," she assured and I laughed at her ignorance.
"Tiffany is gone, she's nowhere to be found. I've gone to her family house, she's not there," I announced frustratingly.
Her expression falters and she gnawed at me. "How could you be so careless, Bill? You're a Castillo, of course you should know better," Mom says. "She's carrying your first-born child, how could you let her off like that?"
I can't believe Mom is trying to blame me at this point. How was I supposed to know that Tiffany was pregnant?
I wouldn't have divorced her if I knew, I'm not that heartless!
"So what now? You're blaming me, huh?" I asked, meeting her gaze with a hard look.
Mom chuckles lightly. "Well, we'll get to that. For now, let's focus on what's important and that's finding Tiffany," Mom grunted, her tone skeptical. "Need I remind you of our family tradition, Bill. No child of the Castillos should be raised outside our homes,"
I shoot her a sharp gaze. Was that the reason she stayed with father even when he treated us, especially her like trash?
Bullshit! Who even made those rules?
I want to find Tiffany simply because I feel guilty and I don't want to end up being like my father, a deadbeat father that cares less about his kid.
Having said that, she continues. "If Tiffany is carrying your child, then we need to find her,"
I look at her and simply turned my gaze away. She's right, we'd rather push our ego aside and look for a way to find Tiffany. Now, it's not the time to push blames.
Mom glance at me, her expression softens. "I'd handle this," she retorts, calling in one of her staffs.
A staff strides in, holding out her phone.
She pulls a call through and it rings for a while.
"Hi, Jack," she called out hastily as soon as the user picked up. "I need you to look into something for me," she muttered. "It's really urgent,"
As she talks away, I wondered if she would be this concerned if Tiffany wasn't pregnant. I'm sure she wouldn't give a rat's ass.
My brain works over time. Tiffany was definitely home to share the news about her pregnancy with me, but instead she met me with Sheila.
Shittt! I was too caught up with getting her out of my life. I beat myself up mentally again but what's done is done.
Mom drops the call and furrows her brows at me. "Your house keeper, did you have her questioned?"
I arched my eyebrows at her and countered. "Mrs Jones? What does she have to do with Tiffany's whereabouts?"
"She's quite close to Tiffany. Perhaps, she would know,"
"Mrs Jones knows nothing!" I quip back.
"Don't be so sure, Bill,"
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