Chapter 193 Not my brother - Miguel POV
"Miguel"
"Dad?" I frown, looking at the phone's screen before putting it against my ear again. "Dad, are you okay?"
"No, could you please come over to the house?"
"You're back?" I ask with a bit of apprehension. If he's back so soon, he knows. That means the truth about Caroline is in Samuel's diaries. "I'll be there soon."
I take my motorcycle over to his house, the same house that I have hated ever since they brought me to it. Nothing good ever happened in this house.
It feels weird not having Samuel's presence in it. He was a constant in the house, the one person who was always there. Also, the one person who apparently wanted me dead for one reason or the other. I still can't fathom it, not when he warned me about Caroline. But like T.J. said, people do things for fucking weird reasons. If he did try to kill me, at least it didn't work and I'm an engaged man to the woman of my dreams.
"Dad?" I call out, going from room to room in the house, and then I find him in the one place I never thought I would.
In Caroline's bedroom, sitting on the ground with his head between his legs.
I sigh. So he definitely knows. "Dad."
"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice is low, as if he's fighting back tears. "If you had just told me I could've done something, gotten her out of the house away from you."
"I was just a kid." I tell him what the psychologist told me. "She threatened me with my mother, what the hell was I supposed to do?"
There's no reason for me to deny any of it anymore. It happened to me, and I fucking hated it, but she didn't kill my soul. I might have fallen down, but I got back up, and I'm not going to let her ruin my life any further.
"Where is she, by the way?" I look around the room. "I thought maybe her and me could go for a little drive on my bike."
It's about time I rid the world from scum like Caroline. What if she does that to another kid? I woudl never forgive myself if she did that.
My father lifts his head to look at me. He looks like shit, his eyes red-rimmed from crying and his clothes dishevelled. "She left."
"Fuck." I sigh. "That means she's probably not coming back. I'll get Lucille to check for some CCTV footage to see where she's headed."
"She said Ben is not my son." His voice sounds small, almost so that I missed what he said.
"That can't be true." I frown. "He looks just like you."
"That's what I said." Dad shakes his head, defeat in his eyes. "Until she claimed he's my father's son. She said my father raped her because I wouldn't touch her so that she could get pregnant with a legitimate Cargill."
I hate to tell my father that, but that seems like something my grandfather would do. It would also make sense why Ben looks like us, That means I never even had a brother, but an uncle instead.
"I'll get something from his room for a DNA test." I tell him, and help him up until he stands on his feet. "We can have the test results quickly if we pay the right amount."
Tears start streaming down my father's eyes as he looks at me. "I'm so sorry, Miguel. I'm so fucking sorry I didn't protect you."
"Don't tell my mother, please." I ask. "She will never get over it if she knew the truth."
She might spiral right back into depression, and I can't have that. She has just rebuilt her life, I want her around when the baby is born. My father nods his head in agreement.
"What did you find out about Samuel?"
"The trail was right." Dad shakes his head in disbelief. "Samuel wanted to kill you because he thought you were making me unhappy. I think he had some kind of obsession with me. How the fuck didn't I see any of this shit!"
"Don't be so hard on yourself, I didn't even see that in Samuel." I hug him, because it looks like he needs it more than me. "It's over now, okay? Samuel is dead, and we will find Caroline and kill her too."
"I can't stay in this house again, Miguel, I just can't."
I nod, understanding exactly what he means. This house was supposed to be a haven from the outside world. Instead, it became a prison where we were all trapped in fucking illusion. This house should be burnt to the ground, and nobody should ever live in it again. My mother would even go so far as to say that it's cursed, because nobody was ever happy in here.
I collect the DNA from Ben's room, putting his toothbrush and hairbrush in a sealed ziploc bag.
There's a possibility that Ben is not my father's son. It feels wild when I think of it in my head. He was always tortured, sick in the head even.
But whose fault was that?
His?
Or Caroline's?