The Lies We Tell
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 7
Vincent pounded on the door. From within, he heard, "Hold your horses! I'm
coming!" Vincent pounded harder. Seconds later, the door swung open. Evan stared
at him, exasperated.
"Ah, it's you. How did I know that I would be seeing you again some day?" he
asked, sarcastically.
Vincent chuckled. Suddenly, he grabbed the front of Evan's shirt, and pushed
him backwards into his apartment. Evan shook him off, and brushed off his shirt.
"What the hell, mate?"
"Why are you threatening Catherine?" Vincent growled out. Evan stared at him,
mystified.
"What the hell are you talking about? I haven't had any contact with
Catherine since before her child was born."
Her child? Don't you mean your child?" Vincent queried. Evan
raised an eyebrow.
"My child! You must be blind. In order for him to be mine, sex
would have to be involved. The last few months of our relationship, I needed a
blowtorch to melt that frigid little bitches' thighs apart." Evan said. The
next thing he knew, Vincent lashed out, and punched him in the jaw. He reeled
backward, and stumbled against the couch. He glared at Vincent, who had murder
in his eyes.
"Don't ever say that about her again!" Vincent yelled. Evan's
eyes widened. He started smirking.
"Well, that answers that question," he said, as Vincent fought the urge to
toss him out the window.
"What question?" Vincent asked. Evan chuckled.
"So, was she good in bed?" he said by way of answer. Vincent advanced toward
him again. Evan held up his hands. "Hold up, mate! Let's keep our hands to
ourselves, shall we? If you want answers, I should probably be conscious."
Vincent stopped, and inhaled deeply. "So......talk!"
"You might want to sit down, Keller...." he said, gesturing toward the
kitchen table. Vincent sat down, and Evan followed suit.
"Tell me everything you know...."
Evan stared at Vincent, and started talking.....
"About a month after you left, I got a phone call from Catherine. She asked
me to meet her. When I got to the meeting place, she told me she was pregnant. I
knew it wasn't mine, but she refused to tell me the real father. She said it was
imperative that I claim the baby. That the real father could never know. She
didn't tell me why, but I got the impression that she was scared to death. For
the father or the baby, I didn't know which. I always assumed it was both."
"At first, I told her that I would never claim someone else's bastard. She
begged me to reconsider. She told me I never had to be involved. She would raise
the child and all I needed to do was tell everyone it was mine. Do you
understand? I've never even seen the child."
Vincent stared at Evan, digesting the information. He knew he was telling the
truth. The story was too plausible to be made up. But , it still begged the
question......Why????
"I always had a feeling I knew who the father was, and that is why she
wouldn't tell me," Evan said, staring at Vincent. "Would I be right in my
assumption that it's you?"
Vincent shoved his hands in his hair. "The timing adds up, so it's highly
likely."
"Well, then. Her fear makes sense now," Evan stated.
"Come again?" Vincent asked, perplexed.
"Come on mate, think about it. Who else would want Catherine to stay
away from you, especially if she carried your child?" Evan asked.
Vincent froze, and his blood ran cold. It all made sense now. All of
it!
Evan saw Vincent's reaction, and knew he had figured it out. "Didn't think he
was capable of it, did you?"
"Max......" Vincent breathed out. "That's why she left early. Why she
cut off all contact with me. He threatened her. He threated my
Catherine!"
"If I were you mate, I would do anything in my power to protect them. Max
Salter is very influential, and if he knows you know the truth....."
"Yeah.....yeah. Um, listen. Sorry about the....uh......right hook," Vincent
said. He held out his hand.
"No worries, mate. We always protect the ones we love," Evan said, gripping
his hand. They shook.
"Thanks for the information."
"What are you gonna do with it, if I might ask?"
"I don't know yet, but I'll figure it out." Vincent stood up, and headed for
the door.
"Good luck, mate. You're gonna need it," Evan said in parting. Vincent
nodded, and walked out the door.
On the other side, he remembered Evan's words. We always protect the ones
we love. Catherine hadn't just been protecting Ryan. She had been
protecting him.....
And that....made him love her even more.
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 7
Vincent pounded on the door. From within, he heard, "Hold your horses! I'm
coming!" Vincent pounded harder. Seconds later, the door swung open. Evan stared
at him, exasperated.
"Ah, it's you. How did I know that I would be seeing you again some day?" he
asked, sarcastically.
Vincent chuckled. Suddenly, he grabbed the front of Evan's shirt, and pushed
him backwards into his apartment. Evan shook him off, and brushed off his shirt.
"What the hell, mate?"
"Why are you threatening Catherine?" Vincent growled out. Evan stared at him,
mystified.
"What the hell are you talking about? I haven't had any contact with
Catherine since before her child was born."
Her child? Don't you mean your child?" Vincent queried. Evan
raised an eyebrow.
"My child! You must be blind. In order for him to be mine, sex
would have to be involved. The last few months of our relationship, I needed a
blowtorch to melt that frigid little bitches' thighs apart." Evan said. The
next thing he knew, Vincent lashed out, and punched him in the jaw. He reeled
backward, and stumbled against the couch. He glared at Vincent, who had murder
in his eyes.
"Don't ever say that about her again!" Vincent yelled. Evan's
eyes widened. He started smirking.
"Well, that answers that question," he said, as Vincent fought the urge to
toss him out the window.
"What question?" Vincent asked. Evan chuckled.
"So, was she good in bed?" he said by way of answer. Vincent advanced toward
him again. Evan held up his hands. "Hold up, mate! Let's keep our hands to
ourselves, shall we? If you want answers, I should probably be conscious."
Vincent stopped, and inhaled deeply. "So......talk!"
"You might want to sit down, Keller...." he said, gesturing toward the
kitchen table. Vincent sat down, and Evan followed suit.
"Tell me everything you know...."
Evan stared at Vincent, and started talking.....
"About a month after you left, I got a phone call from Catherine. She asked
me to meet her. When I got to the meeting place, she told me she was pregnant. I
knew it wasn't mine, but she refused to tell me the real father. She said it was
imperative that I claim the baby. That the real father could never know. She
didn't tell me why, but I got the impression that she was scared to death. For
the father or the baby, I didn't know which. I always assumed it was both."
"At first, I told her that I would never claim someone else's bastard. She
begged me to reconsider. She told me I never had to be involved. She would raise
the child and all I needed to do was tell everyone it was mine. Do you
understand? I've never even seen the child."
Vincent stared at Evan, digesting the information. He knew he was telling the
truth. The story was too plausible to be made up. But , it still begged the
question......Why????
"I always had a feeling I knew who the father was, and that is why she
wouldn't tell me," Evan said, staring at Vincent. "Would I be right in my
assumption that it's you?"
Vincent shoved his hands in his hair. "The timing adds up, so it's highly
likely."
"Well, then. Her fear makes sense now," Evan stated.
"Come again?" Vincent asked, perplexed.
"Come on mate, think about it. Who else would want Catherine to stay
away from you, especially if she carried your child?" Evan asked.
Vincent froze, and his blood ran cold. It all made sense now. All of
it!
Evan saw Vincent's reaction, and knew he had figured it out. "Didn't think he
was capable of it, did you?"
"Max......" Vincent breathed out. "That's why she left early. Why she
cut off all contact with me. He threatened her. He threated my
Catherine!"
"If I were you mate, I would do anything in my power to protect them. Max
Salter is very influential, and if he knows you know the truth....."
"Yeah.....yeah. Um, listen. Sorry about the....uh......right hook," Vincent
said. He held out his hand.
"No worries, mate. We always protect the ones we love," Evan said, gripping
his hand. They shook.
"Thanks for the information."
"What are you gonna do with it, if I might ask?"
"I don't know yet, but I'll figure it out." Vincent stood up, and headed for
the door.
"Good luck, mate. You're gonna need it," Evan said in parting. Vincent
nodded, and walked out the door.
On the other side, he remembered Evan's words. We always protect the ones
we love. Catherine hadn't just been protecting Ryan. She had been
protecting him.....
And that....made him love her even more.
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