Toxic (Ruin, #2)(49)

“Hell, no.” I spat. “Let her go.”
With a cruel smile, he pushed Lisa away into Kiersten’s waiting arms. Wes strode over and stood in front of the girls. At least I knew if there was a fight we’d win. My dad didn’t stand a chance.
Then again, he’d just sue the shit out of us if he survived and I wasn’t about to let my best friend go to prison for murder, so yeah. We were screwed.
“New tattoo?” Dad motioned to my neck.
Damn, but I felt every muscle strain in my body. Begging for a fight.
“Your mom misses you.”
I laughed and crossed my arms. “I’m sure she’s fine. After all, she has all the money she needs to be happy, right?”
His cold blue eyes narrowed in on me. He looked dirty, like he hadn’t slept in days. He smelled like he hadn’t seen a shower in weeks.
“Been camping in your car?” I mocked him. “Or did you have to sell that in order to pay your debts?”
“You think—” He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. “—that you’re in any position to toss insults around, son?”
“Don’t call me son,” I all but yelled.
“Oh but, why deny it? Especially since we’re going to be spending so much time together. I have everything worked out — long lost son finally comes home to family after four years of solitude!” His eyes pooled with tears.
Son of a bitch!
“Oh, yes, Miss Walters, it was such a happy reunion, having our little Ashton back.”
I reared back and punched him in the face.
He fell to the ground, cursing.
Wes came up behind me and grabbed my arms. I pulled against him trying to lunge for my dad.
Dad looked up at me through watery eyes, as blood dripped from his nose. “You’re stronger than you used to be.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“Do it.” He smirked. “I’ll still be smiling from the pit of hell.”
I lunged again, but Wes held me firm.
“After all…” Dad stood. “All I’ve ever wanted is the truth Isn’t that what they say? It sets you free?” He sniffed. “Isn’t that what you want, to be free? Finally free?”
“You’re insane,” I ground out, injecting as much hatred as I could into those two words.
“Tomorrow.” Dad handed me a piece of paper with his phone number on it. “We’ll talk about your return.”
“I’d rather die.”
Dad made his way toward the door then paused and turned. “Oh, I know that. You would never do it for me, son. But for Mel?” His eyes fell on Lisa. “Or how about Kimmy?”
With everything in me, I fought the arms banded around me like a vise. “I’ll kill you for this!” I screamed.
“Tomorrow,” Dad repeated and left.
I thrashed against Wes — until Lisa walked up and stood in front of me. “Just you and me, okay? It will be okay. I promise.” Her eyes pooled with tears. “Screw him, let them find out about me, I don’t care, just—” Wes released me into her arms as she hugged me. “I’m so sorry.”
“Me too, Mel.” I sighed. “Me too.”
We hugged for a few brief minutes before Wes cleared his throat behind us.
“Gabe?” Saylor spoke so softly I wanted to cry. “What’s going on?”
Without looking at her I answered, “My names not Gabe. It’s Ashton Parker Hyde.”
And I finally understood the expression of hearing a pin drop in a room. I might have just said I was Spiderman.




Chapter Thirty-Five
The truth really does set you free — but what they don’t tell you is the process hurts like hell. —Wes M.
Saylor
I felt my mouth drop open as the mask fell completely away from Gabe — or rather, Ashton’s — face. His eyes, those blue eyes, and his dark hair. Mortified, I wanted to cover my face with my hands. I’d told him he’d look better blond — because his natural color? A honey blond, that for years, people swore couldn’t even be copied… He was my generation’s version of the perfect Ken Doll. Everything about him was worshipped, revered as though he was some sort of god. It had been devastating when he abandoned the industry and fell off the face of the planet.
Girls full on wept for months.
There were reports that he’d died of a drug overdose, or worse yet, committed suicide after his famous girlfriend was killed in a tragic skiing accident.
All lies.
Every last one.
Princess.
My knees buckled beneath me as the lies swarmed around the room, stealing the oxygen my body so desperately needed.
“Hey.” Kiersten knelt down by my side and pulled me into her arms. I’d met her what? Three times? And I clung to her like she was my mom. Like she would protect me.
“Y-you aren’t cousins?” I pointed between him and Lisa, my stomach getting sicker. Funny, how I’d thought he and Kiersten had a thing. So was it Lisa all along?
Not only was he engaged to a fiancée who — surprise! — wasn’t dead. But the girl he’d been introducing as his cousin was—
“Holy crap!” Kiersten yelled in my left ear. “Lisa, you could have told me. I would have… understood.”
“I know.” Lisa shrugged. “I did it for Ashton, not me.”
Who was she?
I struggled to remember my fourteen-year-old self, to visualize my old room littered with teen magazines.
“Melanie Faye.” I choked on the name.
Lisa’s face went from pasty white to deathly gray in less than three seconds. She gave a firm nod as fresh tears streamed down her face. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. And I — I just wanted to help Ashton. I loved him. I was so jealous at first, and then when everything happened. I couldn’t abandon him.”