Loving True by Marie Rochelle Read Free Book Online Page A

“Clint, how did you know about the accident?”
    “Samantha called me last night screaming about how you killed her daughter and grandson.” Clinton paused then continued. “ Hayward there’s more I have to tell you.”
    “What is it,” he asked. He knew from the tone of his brother voice that it was bad news. “Tell me and get it over with,” Hayward sighed. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be any worse than what had already happened to him.
    “The Myason are going to bury Brooke and Tyler tomorrow.”
    “No, they can’t do that.” Hayward yelled.
    “Samantha said Brooke was her daughter and she had the right to bury her and Tyler.” Clinton hesitated and then continued. “ Hayward , they don’t want you at the funeral. If you show up, the police will remove you from the service.”
    “The hell I won’t be there for my son’s burial. Samantha and Richard won’t do this to me.”  
    “I know you’re upset about this Hayward ,” Clinton said trying to reason with him. “I really don’t think Samantha will throw you out. She’s devastated and it’s causing her to lash out at you. Why don’t we meet at the house?” Clinton suggested. “I can help you get the place cleaned up.”
    “No, I’m not going back into that house again. The memories will kill me as soon as I hit the door.”  
    “Okay, how about I go there and get you a change of clothes? Then I can bring them to you.”
    Hayward gave Clinton a list of everything he wanted Clinton told him he would be there in about an hour. After hanging up, Hayward got up and paced around the room. Who in the hell does Samantha think she is? She couldn’t keep him from his wife and son’s funeral.
    * * * *
    An hour later, Clinton found him in the same position, when he came into his hotel room. He didn’t know how he would go on without Tyler . His son had meant the world to him. All he thought about was how his little boy had made his life better. Working all those long hours had been for him and his future. He hadn’t wanted his son to want for anything. He did not want people talking about Tyler in the same way they had done to him, as a child.
    A hand touched him on the shoulder and he looked up at his brother. “I didn’t even hear you come in. How long have you been standing there, watching me?”
    Clinton shrugged. “I don’t know maybe a few minutes. I knocked but you didn’t answer.” Clinton tossed the two suits on the bed next to him.
    Standing up, Hayward walked over the window. “What am I going to do without Tyler ? A day didn’t go by I didn’t play with him or see Brooke. Now this damn accident has taken them from me.”
    He heard his brother come across the room toward him, and then a comforting arm was placed on his shoulder. Hayward knew there wasn’t anything Clinton could do for him. But let his grief take over and hopefully he would stop blaming himself for the tragedy.  
    “ Hayward , you should pick out a suit to wear,” Clinton said removing his arm. “I brought two suits because I couldn’t choose between the black suit and the dark gray suit.”
    Easing back to the bed, Hayward looked down at them. “I think I’ll wear the black one. Brooke brought it for me last week. She thought it would make me look more like a CEO.” Sitting down on the edge bed he ran his fingers over the material and sighed. “ Clinton , I don’t think I’ll be able to stay here after the funeral. I will need to go away to clear my head.”
    “What are you talking about?” Clinton muttered, glaring at him. “You’re going to need your family more than ever. You know, if you run off like this it will kill Mom. Shit, you know how much she already worries about us.”
    “Damn it, Clinton , I can do anything I please,” Hayward snapped back. He tried not to think about how his leaving would affect their mother. "There isn’t anyone waiting at home for me anymore or have you forgotten." His voice grew husky with