Chapter 4
Gordo leaned back in the chair and stared intently at his friend. Steven was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with a white tie and business jacket, something that was very common for him. He was not into the professional dresswear that everyone else.
"Steven, long time no see." Gordo said, reaching for Steven's outstretched hand. Steven smiled, but it wasn't his usual friendly and warm smile, rather a strained smile. They shook hands and returned to their seats. Gordo again leaned back where as Steven leaned forward, his elbows on the glass table in front of them. He twiddled his thumbs, a bit apprehensive. Gordo leaned against the table as well. "Steven?" He asked concernedly.
"Yeah...Gordo, you remember...yeah...you remember a girl by the name of Tiffany?" He asked, his face shoen with a bit of sweat that he'd gained. Gordo's smiling face disappeared and went a pale white.
"Perhaps...why?" Gordo asked.
"Well Gordo, she's in town." He said. Gordo looked at him questioningly. "She's...she's here." Gordo's went into shock. His mouth open and his eyes wide, he clenched his hands and gulped. "Do you remember...?" Gordo stopped him.
Did he remember? He remember all to well that night. Her car stalled on the side of the road. They'd pulled over, they'd been on their way to Lizzie's. She'd told him he was cute and soon...they'd woken up undressed in the back of the car, all three of them. Gordo didn't remember a thing. All he recalled was drinking a coke that Tiffany had given him and then it was black. Same went for Steven. They gave her their phone numbers and left. Gordo's body hadn't stopped shaking for what he thought of as months. He'd never told Lizzie, he didn't know what had happened. One day they'd recieved a call...from Tiffany, she said that she was pregnant. And she said that she was fifteen. He'd almost swallowed his tongue. They asked her what had happened and the first words out of her mouth were that they raped her. They'd dropped the phone and told her she was lying, but she asked themwho would they believe. They knew that and so for the past two years they had been paying child support.
"What do you mean here?" Gordo asked cautiously, resting his hands on the table.
"She's...she's...Gordo man, she's right here in this building." Gordo's face stopped all expression. His brain froze as he realized who it was.
"No...it can't..." Steven only nodded as the door opened. It was just Angelica telling him that she was going on her break, he waved her away nodding.
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Lizzie buckled her two daughters into her mother's volvo and shut the door. Hugging her mom she blew kisses to her girls before heading inside to get ready to go with Gordo to the daycare interviews. Walking up the stairs of their home she ran her hands lightly across all the drawings and poems her children had created over the years. She couldn't believe she had all that she had ever wanted. She had a husband and four amazing kids. But now she was wondering what exactly Gordo was hiding from her. It couldn't be, that Tiffany girl had to have been lying. There had been a carseat in the convertible, had there been a child?
Lizzie turned on the shower and undressed, Tiffany still plaguing her thoughts. She pulled her hair out of the messy ponytail that it had been in and got into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her body. She let the water massage her body as she let herself go. It was only twelve and she was already stressed to the breaking point. Rubbing Pantene PRO V in her hair she leaned against the shower wall. Sighing loudly she sat up just as quiickly and washed the shampoo out of her hair. Repeating that with the conditioner she shaved and got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body just in time to hear the phone ringing. Running for the cordless she grabbed it as the machine light began to blink.
"Hello?" She asked out of breath.
"Hello, Mrs. Gordon? This is Principle Cambell at the elementary school."
"Oh hi," Lizzie answered.
"Yes, are you aware that your son Jason was checked out a few minutes ago?" She asked. Lizzie's eyes went wide.
"Excuse me? No I'm not." She said, worry creeping into her voice. "Do you know who picked him up?" She asked, sitting on her bed.
"A young lady, she gave her name as Tiffany, she said you were good friends and gave the password you asked for." Lizzie dropped the phone. Throwing on a tank top and a pair of jeans Lizzie grabbed her keys, slipped on some shoes and put her hair in a messy ponytail.
"I'll be right there," Lizzie yelled into the phone and ran out to her car. Where was her son and why did Tiffany have him?
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Sorry it was so short but I'll have more I promise:D Hope you guys are liking it, it's a work in progress. R&R! Sorry it took so long to update too! Muah!
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