Kelley’s father, Charles Alexander, was a hard man. He was cold and distant, or rather, that’s how Kelley perceived him. He was a man more interested in his money than he was his children. His sister, Marley, would say different. Their father doted on her and she really was Daddy’s little princess. Despite all that, Kelley was a top student, played football and slept at home every night. They lived in the upper north side in Yorkdare Bay. Their house was situated on the incline of a sloping hill, almost looking down at the rest of the upper middle class of the town. A castle on the hill with Charles Alexander as their King. Kelley was quiet and reserved when he was at home, avoiding the stern looks from his father and keeping away from his mother. At school he put on a smile, played the role he was assigned as the popular jock, the easy-going life of the party. Kelley wasn’t a talker and he hated the egotistical boasting of his group of friends and the fact that he pretended to be on
The conversation with Hanson stayed with Kelley for some reason. His words felt more like a revelation than a question to him, almost like something would test those bonds. He’d known these people for ten years, been a part of that circle for ten years. The more pressing question, though, was, who were the feel good people in their circle? Kelley had no idea what to make of Hanson’s sudden change in mood and it wasn’t his parents’ divorce. Finally really was the right answer. Kelley sat in his car in the garage, his father’s space empty, and sighed. He found his mother in the kitchen, staring out of the window, her eyes more bloodshot than the previous day. She turned around with an awkward smile when Kelley’s bag hit the floor. “You’re back … are you hungry?” She looked almost pleadingly at him to say yes so she could have something to do. “I am. How was your dinner?” Laura looked down briefly before straightening up and opening the fridge. “It was business as usual with your fat
It was nine pm by the time Kelley pulled into the garage, looking at the empty space where his father’s car should be. The foyer light was on but the rest of the house was cast in darkness. It was Marley’s sixteenth birthday that she was spending at a hotel in the city, a gift from their father. Kelley froze in the hallway and turned towards the kitchen. The bright moonlight illuminated the room with its large bay windows and he saw his mother sitting at the table, a glass of wine in front of her. “Mom?” Surprise laced his voice since his mother and father were supposed to be in the city with Marley. Tears streaked Laura’s face and Kelley went down on one knee in front of her, his hands on her knees. She laughed ruefully and sniffed as she slugged down the rest of the glass’s contents. “You look like him.” “What’s wrong, Mom?” “Too many secrets in this house. If I could go back I’d make a different choice. I had no idea who your father really was, but his brother was worse and her
Jesse Owens became Kelley’s only friend. He bartered a deal with the motel owner and Kelley got a room on the ground floor that had a small kitchen attached to it for a grand a month, payable upfront. The day after the incident Kelley withdrew another ten grand knowing that his cards would be cancelled that Monday.His dead phone told him everything he needed to know. His father had been serious about cutting him off and out of his life. He truly was on his own now. Jesse helped him to register a new phone and he saw Norah and Hanson’s relationship update on social media, one day after his fall from grace.Kelley had just enough aggression to play quarterback in football but he wasn’t a fighter by nature. He’d never needed to fight before. Jesse changed all that. He was an ex-marine who specialized in mixed martial arts.Kelley spent every day with Jesse at his dojo, training and helping out. Jessy never asked him for anything and what he had, he gave freely. Friendship and moral supp
Kelley sat in his Escalade and rubbed the raw knuckles of his hand. Hanson had passed out and Kelley had left him like that, blood on his face and spatters on the wall. He had seen red when he mentioned Marley’s name.Even if she was mean and rude, she was still his sister. He wasn’t driving to the house he grew up in though. He needed to see someone else first, needed to clarify a few things. He didn’t have far to go, just another four blocks from Hanson’s house.The empty garage told him that her parents weren’t at home so Kelley rang the doorbell instead of sneaking in like he’d done with Hanson. Kelley stuck his hands in his jacket and waited as he heard Norah yell at the dog.The door opened and Kelley turned to face her, her gasp audible in the quiet night. “Kelley … what are you doing here?”“Can I come in?”Norah opened the door wider and Kelley stepped inside, the house warm and sterile at the same time. “Are you okay? Your dad told mine what happened. What happened to your f
It had been another ordinary day, as ordinary as could be. Mason James was an only child and he was okay with that. He liked the solitude and the quiet. His mother, Carey James, worked as a nurse at Yorkdare Medical. She was a beautiful woman, even if she looked tired most of the time. She worked shifts and Mason learned long ago how to look after himself.Mason’s father, Jude James, was rarely home and his deployment lasted months at a time. Jude James was a marine in the army and they lived a moderate life, comfortable even. Mason thought his father was the greatest man alive, brave and strong, fighting for what was right.Mason picked up the ringing phone and leaned against the kitchen wall. “Hello.”“Good morning. Is Mrs Carey James available?”“Just a minute.” Mason pressed the phone against his chest and turned towards the hall. “Mom! Phone!”Mason put the receiver down on the counter and headed back upstairs to his room. He still had to get dressed for school. Mason was fourtee
The basement smelled dank and musty, the windows having been painted shut many years earlier. Lee’s form was huddled into the corner, his fingers and toes having lost all feeling. He shifted against the metal bars of the cage and the chain leading to the collar around his neck rattled and echoed around the basement.The metal band around his neck had rubbed the skin raw and his eyes flitted open as his body shivered in the cold. A cough wracked through him, the phlegm tearing up his throat and making him gag. His throat was raw and it hurt to swallow, his tongue swollen from lack of moisture.The smell of urine permeated the air around him and his eyes closed again. He had no semblance of time and he had no idea how long he’d been down in the basement. His shoulders stiffened as he heard the key in the lock.“I brought you some porridge.” Another key scraped against metal and Lee’s eyes focused on the woman in front of him.“Mommy … please …”“I can’t let you out, Lee, you know what h
Mason James stood in the hallway on the first day of senior year and nodded his head at Lee Munroe. Lee had only started playing football the previous year but he was a natural and they slowly became friends. Lee didn’t talk much and Mason didn’t mind.At the lockers Lee nudged him with his shoulder and Mason followed his gaze. “Isn’t that Kelley Alexander?”“What the hell is an Elite doing here?” Lee shrugged at Mason’s question.Mason and Lee started down the hallway and stopped a few feet away from Kelley Alexander. “Are you lost, pretty boy?”There were enough students in the hallway and the sudden hush was almost eerie. Kelley Alexander turned toward them slowly and the first thing Mason noticed was the new scar around Kelley’s left eye. It made him look meaner and somehow it only added a mysterious note and took nothing away from his looks.Kelley turned away from them, pulled his backpack over his shoulder again and started towards their homeroom without answering. Mason looked
It was a week later when Jesse called him. It was a go. Nobody talked about his little meltdown, instead they walked on eggshells around him. Lee and Mason hovered, worked out of his study and at night Milana occupied his mind with sex. It wasn’t a bad deal, except that they all watched him, constantly.Nobody told her that it was Ernesto that he had killed and neither did he. He kept quiet and he waited. He tried to be himself, it was hard, but he tried. It didn’t fool his brothers though. They knew something was up and Connor finally broke the ice.“I can’t really decide who’s the crazier motherfucker, you or Lee.”Kelley looked up from his laptop and Lee huffed out a laugh. “Kelley. Definitely Kelley.”“You stabbed your father over thirty times, how am I crazier than you?”Mason leaned back against the sofa and took turns to look at them. “Did you see that guy’s face? You caved his skull in with your bare hands!”“Soft in the head just took on a whole new meaning for me,” Kelley sa
The front door opened as Kelley walked up the two wide stone steps. “Welcome to Meadow Lake, Kelley.”“Ernesto.”Kelley followed him to his office and they sat down on the two sofas facing each other. Ernesto poured them each a drink, assuming that Kelley would want one. He didn’t really but he took it and emptied the glass.“So what brings you to my little town?” Ernesto looked smug and Kelley fought to keep the sneer from his face.“I want to know where Milana’s mother is,” Kelley said.“I see.”Kelley’s expression remained stoic and he could see Ernesto was thinking about his answer. It wouldn’t be a good answer, Kelley knew that too. Kelley shifted slightly and pulled the pistol from under his jacket.Ernesto’s eyes followed the movement and his left eye twitched as the pistol came to rest on Kelley’s thigh. “Where is she?”“She’s dead. She killed herself four years ago,” Ernesto said calmly.“You didn’t think to share that news with her daughter?”Ernesto shifted and Kelley’s han
Kelley walked into his study with a grin on his face. He’d barely slept the previous night, despite his exhaustion. Once hadn’t been enough and he’d reached for Milana a few times until the sun rose and he’d gotten up for Kyzer.He walked over to the couch area and moved the one he and Milana had been on back to its original place. His tie was on the back of the other couch and it slipped to the floor against the wall just as he reached for it.Kelley moved the couch away from the wall and bent down to retrieve his tie. The wooden part of the skirting lay on the floor and he pushed the couch further away and picked it up. He looked at the piece in his hand, the edges a little jagged, like it had been cut out.He pulled his phone from his pocket and turned the flashlight app on and directed the light into the hole that had been hidden by the skirting piece. He lay flat on his stomach as he moved his phone and something caught his eye.Kelley stuck his fingers inside and it gripped the
The dining room remained quiet for exactly twenty seconds when Kelley walked out before everyone started talking at the same time.“That was intense,” Sylvie breathed.“You!” Marley stood up and pointed her finger at Sylvie. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off him the entire time. Get over it, he’ll never love you. He loves her!” Marley pointed at Milana and sat back down.“Shut up, Marley,” Jesse said softly.“Is that true?” Mason asked. “Are you still in love with Kelley?”“I should go talk to him,” Lee said.“No!” Milana said fiercely. “I’ll go talk to him, if any of you go up there now he’ll probably kill you. He won’t hurt me.”“Says the one that tried to kill him,” Marley muttered.“You created this whole mess, Marley. You should listen to Jesse and shut the fuck up,” Milana hissed and walked out of the dining room.Nobody moved and then Jeannie stood up and glared at all of them. “This is all levels of fucked up but Kelley’s right about one thing. You all want to get angry and gla
The weeks sped by and Kelley became broodier and quieter than ever before. He spent more and more time in his study catching up on work and spreading their business further, moving across continents and into other markets.He went to sleep each night with his back turned towards Milana but they always woke up attached to each other in some way. Today would be a test for all of them. They were planning a family dinner and Kyzer was already three months old.He rubbed his temples, wishing the headache would go away. It was the one constant ever since the coma. He had one every night and probably would for the rest of his life. He had an hour before everyone would knock down his front door.Milana walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body as Kelley closed the bedroom door behind him. She didn’t look at him but rather looked past him. His grip on her arm made her waver because he hadn’t hurt her, not once since that night he gave his ultimatum.“Mila …”“I need to get re
Kelley was standing by the crib when Kyzer’s face scrunched up and he picked him up before he had the chance to scream. He changed him and then sat in the rocking chair as he fed him the bottle he’d made. He didn’t feel like he’d missed anything but Kyzer was bigger and heavier and his face had changed a little.The door opened and Kelley looked up just as he pulled the empty bottle from Kyzer’s mouth. He placed the bottle on the table next to the rocking chair and lifted Kyzer to his shoulder. Three burps later and Kyzer was already half asleep.Milana had remained standing in the doorway, leaning against it. Tears were running down her cheeks and she hadn’t bothered to wipe them away. Kelley tucked Kyzer in, sighing softly in his sleep, before he turned to face Milana.He gripped her hand in his as he walked past her and pulled her behind him towards their bedroom. His bedroom, since none of her things had been in the dressing room when he’d changed earlier. He waited until she was
Kelley’s eyelids fluttered and he blinked a few times before the ceiling came into focus. He tried to swallow and felt the nausea rising. Kelley’s hand rose to his face and he felt the tube going down his nose.He started pulling, slowly and swallowed the nausea down. The pipe seemed never ending and when the last bit popped out of his nose, he gagged. The beeping was low in his ears but irritatingly there. Kelley turned to look at it with a frown and then he switched it off.He ripped the patches off his chest and stumbled to the bathroom. His hand was against the wall because his balance was up to shit. Something was trailing on the floor behind him and he felt for the light switch and stepped back as his reflection appeared in the mirror.“What the fuck,” Kelley whispered.He looked down and saw the bag half-filled with urine. ‘Why the hell do I have a catheter?’ he thought to himself as he picked it up and placed the bag on the counter. His head felt fuzzy but he wasn’t in pain at
Five weeks later …Mason looked at his phone for the hundredth time. It wasn’t going to magically ring. He rubbed his hands over his face and walked out of his office at the warehouse. His calm veneer was cracking, his soul was splitting off piece by piece.Their family was breaking and he had no idea how to fix it or even if he wanted to try and fix it. Carey wasn’t talking to him, Marella wasn’t talking to Lee and Connor was like a bear with a sore tooth. Grace had been with Carey for two days now, she’d taken her for the weekend.Marley was the only woman that was talking to them. Steel had drifted to the other side, he’d had no choice. Milana was his detail and he stuck to her side. Connor had lost his shit, broken three chairs and Steel had had to drag him away from Milana.Kelley had survived brain surgery, even though the odds had been stacked heavily against him. There had been swelling, another brain bleed and another surgery, he’d survived that as well, even though his docto
Two weeks passed and they’d fallen into a routine with Kyzer. Kelley did most of the heavy lifting, bringing Kyzer to their bed so Milana could feed him. The doctor’s timeline had been four weeks and Kelley made sure she stuck to it.She looked healthier, her hair shining again although she hadn’t gained any considerable weight yet, though Kyzer had. His pediatrician was happy with everything and Kelley felt like he could breathe easier.He hadn’t heard from Sylvie and he doubted he would and as the days passed he felt more comfortable. Mila looked more and more like herself again and at night she slept in his arms, her head on his chest like they’d always done.Kelley opened his eyes and gripped his erection through his pajama pants. He hated sex dreams, especially now. It was still early, not even six am yet. Milana’s side of the bed was empty and his cock twitched at the thought of her.Kelley closed his eyes again and tried to adjust himself in the loose pants. “Do you need help w