Authors: C.C. DeMille
Stepbrother Romance: Stepbrother Accused (Bad Boy Romance) (New Adult Suspense Taboo Romance) (4 page)
“Well, back to the drawing board,” said Sarah as she collapsed on the couch.
Sunny scratched his chin and thought for a few moments. Then he stared at Jed. He looked at his unshaven beard, the cans of alcohol piled up next to his armchair, the messy hair.
“What exactly happened between you and Jane?” he asked.
Jed sighed, and then took a deep breath.
“I may as well tell you. What difference does it make now anyway? I was…having an affair.”
“With who? Asked Sarah.
“…Your mother.”
She was speechless.
“So you have no idea what happened to Eddy?” asked Sunny.
Jed began to cry.
“My poor boy. I don’t believe you would come all this way, after doing the time for it and face me, if you really had killed him.”
“Well that’s progress I guess,” said Sunny.
As he and Sarah walked out of Jed’s apartment they were no closer to catching Eddy’s killer than when they started.
“If Jed didn’t kill Eddy, and you didn’t kill Eddy than who the hell did it.”
“The same person who took your stuff,” said Sunny.
They walked in silence, both lost in deep thought.
“I think it’s time Sarah.”
“Time?”
“Yes, I think it’s time I moved on.”
“Are you serious?”
Sarah couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I didn’t take you for a quitter Sunny.”
He laughed.
“I appreciate the help you’ve given me, honestly. Even though we never found out who was the real killer, the whole process has been surprisingly cathartic for me.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means it’s helped me heal, and move on.”
“Well, I’m not giving up yet,” said Sarah.
She had an angry look of determination on her face.
“You know,” continued Sunny. “Someone once told me that sometimes when you dig up the past, you often end up regretting it.”
“Wow that’s so deep,” replied Sarah sarcastically. “And do you believe that?”
“I don’t know what I believe. All I know is I’ve wasted too much of my life, and I need to start focusing on myself, on my future.”
They arrived outside Sunny’s apartment.
“Yeah I guess you’re right,” said Sarah.
“Coming?” he asked as he held the door open to the main entrance.
“I’m gonna go pick up a few more things from home.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“Nah, I’ll be okay,” she replied.
She felt disappointed. Not just for being unable to solve the mystery but for Sunny. She really wanted him to have some kind of closure from the whole thing. She wanted him to feel exonerated. In a strange kind of way he had been. That was the conclusion she came to as she reached the front door to her parent’s home.
“Mom? Dad? I’m home.”
There was no answer. Sarah was surprised to see that all the lights were off. She checked the lounge but there was nobody there.
They’ve probably gone out
, she thought.
She didn’t want to wait for them. It felt like a relief not having to wait for them. She ran to her room, grabbed her suitcase from under her bed, and opened both doors to her wardrobe. As she packed her clothes she heard a floorboard creak outside her room.
“Mom? Is that you?”
There was no answer. She went back to packing and once she finished she started to drag her suitcase out.
“Sarah.”
She froze in fear. She turned around and stared at the corner of her room. A man sat there in the darkness. She noticed the moonlight reflect for a moment in his horn-rimmed glasses and then she let out a sigh of relief.
“Dad, you scared the crap outta me. What are you doing in my room? And why are the lights of? And where the heck is mom?”
“Your mother has gone to stay with a friend. I’ve been thinking Sarah, about your actions.”
“I’m not a little girl dad, you can’t dictate who I do or don’t see.”
Evan raised his arm and revealed a pistol pointed at her.
“Oh I think I can.”
She suddenly felt like she was going to faint. Her whole world was collapsing. Nothing made any sense. Evan started laughing.
“If you could see your face now, you look like a little lost kitten. Sit down.”
She did as he asked. It was then that it finally all clicked. It all made sense.
“You knew about the affair didn’t you? That’s why you killed Eddy. Are you gonna kill me now too dad? Where does this end? And why frame Sunny? He’s you’re son!”
“My, my, so many questions. I’m proud of you, I never knew you were such a smart girl. You’re almost there but not quite. You’re right, I did know about the affair, and I did kill Eddy, but it was an accident. His father was the one who deserved to die. But he wasn’t home that night, only Eddy was, and during the tussle the gun went off. And as for framing Sunny, that was just a lucky coincidence.
“Lucky?”
“Yes, he has always been a waste of space, always was, always will be. Sending him to jail probably did him a world of good.”
“And what about me? Can you really kill me?”
“Well you haven’t left me any choice have you? I told you to stay away from him didn’t I, but you just wouldn’t listen. You had to stick your nose in where it didn’t belong. Well, now you see what happens.”
Sarah began to cry.
“Please, dad, don’t. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“Too little too late. I wish I could believe you.”
He got up and came closer to her. She whimpered as she felt the cold nozzle against her head.
“Shhh, don’t worry my love, it will be quick and painless.”
Before he could squeeze the trigger, Sunny came bursting through the door and threw himself at Evan. They both fell to the floor and the pistol bounced a few times and landed underneath the bed. Evan got on all fours and started to blindly grab for it but with no luck. Sunny grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall.
“How did you know?” asked Evan.
“You bought me these boots,” replied Sunny.
Evan’s brow crumpled in confusion and then he finally understood.
“You’re a clever boy,” he said with a psychotic grin. “Just like your old man.”
“I’m no boy, and you’re no father of mine.”
He punched Evan and fell he unconscious. Sunny and Sarah laid him on the floor and tied his hands behind his back with one of her belts. They both sat on the bed and waited for the cops to arrive. Sarah looked at Sunny.
“Thank you, you saved my life.”
He smiled.
“But I don’t understand something,” asked Sarah.
“What?”
“How did you know he was the killer? And what was all that crazy talk about boots?”
“While I was waiting for you to come back, I laid your dress out on the table. The footprint was the only real clue we had. I took off my boot just to compare, just out of curiosity, and to my surprise it was a perfect match.”
“Okay…but I’m still confused.”
“Evan bought these when we went shopping and I’ve stuck with this brand ever since. They’re his favorite too. So, do you get it now?”
“Yes,” she replied. “That’s very clever.”
He laughed.
“What can I say, I’m a clever guy.”
She hugged him and they kissed. The cops finally arrived and took statements from both of them. Once they were cleared they headed back to Sunny’s apartment.
“I’m sorry Sunny,” said Sarah.
“For what?”
“For everything that happened to you. For being locked up. For all the stares from strangers. You deserved better. Better than this town anyway.”
“I’d do it all again if it meant I could be with you.”
She laughed.
“Wow, your game’s a little rusty.”
“Hmm, okay how about this; a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do?”
“Now you’re just quoting movies.”
She hugged his arm as they walked and looked up at the moon again.
“Can’t see it anywhere,” said Sarah.
“We don’t need it.”
“Ah, now that’s a good line. So what are you gonna do now Sunny?”
He smiled, and then thought for a moment. He held her chin up gently and gave her a warm passionate kiss.
“Move on.”
THE END
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