More than one meeting had been
called amongst them, excluding Kevin of course. All of
them, Nick, Suzie, A.J., Brian, Leighanne, Howie, and Gillian
were trying to figure out what had happened between Kevin and
his wife. Brian was going to Lexington to support Kevin
as his cousin, not a member of the band. He made sure
everyone understood this before he left.
Kevin didn’t speak to anyone
as he took a seat on the plane and stared out the window for
hours. Occasionally he would close his eyes and try to
think. His mind broke down and sorted large chunks of
memories into little pieces of information.
Returning from the show in Nagoya
and he had been approached by a man. The man asked him
if he was Kevin Richardson. When Kevin replied yes, an
envelope was thrust at him. Kevin signed what he thought
was an autograph.
The man nodded and spoke the words
he would never forget, “You have been served.”
Kevin looked at Carlos who took
the envelope from him. “Kevin you know better.”
“I didn’t know,”
Kevin shook his head, as Carlos looked inside.
What Carlos quickly read without
removing the papers from the envelope made him rock back on
his heels. “Upstairs now.” Grabbing
on to Kevin’s elbow and practically dragging him to the
elevator. Carlos didn’t return the papers to Kevin
until they were in the elevator.
Kevin’s mind was numb, his
heart broken. The despair was leaving and being replaced
by anger. “She abandoned my children. They're
alone, I need to go home,” he whispered sadly to Nick.
Nick burst into tears and hugged
him as he sat next to him on the plane ride home. They
held their embrace long enough for Nick to whisper, “Somthins’
not right Kev. This ain’t her.”
They hugged again as Kevin had
trouble letting go. “Yes it is Nick, she runs.
She runs every time she can’t face something.”
“But from what? Suzie
doesn’t even know what is going on. She would tell
you if she knew anything. Hell, Bron tells her everything,
I mean everything. You guys were so on. ”
Nick released him from the embrace.
Kevin wiped his eyes with the back
of his hand. “I dunno, I don’t care.”
Nick glowered at the lie, “Yes
you do or you wouldn’t be hurtin’ so bad.
You go home and find her. Figure it out and fix it.
You always do. I’m going to Florida, Suzie is going
to head home with you. I kinda wish she hadn’t come,
maybe this wouldn’t have happened or we’d know some
Kevin held onto those words.
The two of them had butted heads for years but they would always
care about each other. Hugging one last time, Kevin’s
head dropped as Nick shuffled back to his seat.
Brian studied the emotions playing
over his cousin, things were not good and he didn’t see
how they could get better. For all of Kevin’s gruff,
bossy exterior, he was a tenderhearted buffoon on the inside.
Mc, Stevie, and Jake had contacted
every single person they knew. They had tracked leads,
went to all of Bron’s hangouts, and contacted her friends.
They had crisscrossed the country looking for her. Wherever
she was, she didn’t want to be found. Brian had
a hard time believing she could hide so well. Even Webster,
with all his expertise, was unable to find her. Bron simply
didn’t want to be found.
Brian couldn’t make sense
of it all. Bron leaving her kids was something that was
not in her nature. From the beginning, she had flipped
out over Kevin sending Kaylin to his mother to be cared for.
Then, over the last few months, he had watched how fiercely
protective she was of her children. After the birth of
Cooper, it was borderline overkill.
Kevin had told Brian she was just
afraid and that was how Bron reacted to things like this.
The trial that wasn’t supposed to happen had hit the papers
this week. It was now on the court docket for after the
first of the year. Bron had been extremely upset over
the news in the paper. Once the information was out, the
tabloids picked up on the fact that this involved the wife of
a Backstreet Boy and made matters worse for her.
called to him. Brian walked back to the back of the plane
to him and sat. Kevin looked at him with stone cold eyes.
“I’m going to need
your help when we get home.” Kevin’s mind
had been working overtime for days.
Solemnly Brian nodded, as he recalled
his conversation with Leighanne. Leighanne had tried everyone
local. Granted, she wasn’t close to Bron but she
knew something was wrong. Bron had been different with
her since she had found out that Leighanne was expecting a baby,
she was nicer to her. Bron had picked B.J. up to play
with Kaylin several times so Leighanne could have some time
alone with Brian before the group left for Japan. Leighanne
was a little reluctant at first since Cooper was only a few
weeks old at the time.
Kevin pulled the papers from his
pocket. “I’m not signing these divorce papers
until she explains why.” Leaning forward in his
seat he whispered to Brian only, “Then I will, but I’m
going to have her declared unfit and I’m going for full
custody of my kids. Andrew can go or stay; he is a man,
not a child. I think he’ll stay though. He’s
really angry at her for doing this. Cooper is just over
four weeks old.”
Brian swallowed the lump in his
throat along with his fear. “You’re not thinking
“I’ve never thought
clearer,” Kevin spoke as he thumbed the papers in his
“No you are not. Since
the time you have known her, you’ve been there for each
other. Even when she didn’t want any part of you,
she had told you no, and you didn’t listen. Bron
gave you the one thing you always wanted. She wrapped
it up in a neat little package. You have a home…
a family… and a career. All in one place.”
Brian stopped talking as the tears sprang from Kevin’s
eyes and rolled down his cheeks. “Didn’t she?”
Kevin nodded, unable to speak,
he knew if he said anything, everything would pour out of him.
His voice had already begun to crack before he spoke.
“Do you have any ideas at
all?” Brian began to think.
Kevin shook his head no.
A soft whisper came from Kevin,
“I don’t think so. I dunno anymore.
I’ve gone over everything I can think of. She was
fine when I was home but when I was gone she was skittish but
that is how she is. You know Bron, she’s neurotic
and worries about everything.”
The announcement came that they
were landing. Kevin pulled up his seat and sighed heavily.
They had spent almost fourteens hours in the air and he was
glad they were finally home.
“Whatever you need Kev, I’m
here for ya,” Brian patted his shoulder as he readied
himself for the landing.
“Thanks Bri. Right
now I need to see my babies.”
Brian held Kevin off long enough
to say goodbye to Leighanne. Leighanne agreed to drive
Suzie home since Kevin wouldn’t be going there.
Kevin was emotionless on the drive
to Anne’s. Brian still was befuddled.
Kevin and Brian pulled into Anne’s
driveway. Taking a gulp of cool crisp November air, he
steadied himself once he was out of the car. The feeling
of coming off a three-day drunk was similar to what he was feeling
Opening the front door, he pressed
his lips together. As he stepped inside Kaylin sat in
the rocker looking out the window. Hearing his son cry,
he sighed loudly.
“Daddy where’s Mom?”
as the tear stained face turned to him, searching for a sign
that things were okay.
Slowly he walked towards her and
proceeded to sit on the couch, next to the chair. Kaylin
crawled up in his lap and frowned. “Where’s
Mom? You didn’t bring Mom home?”
Pulling her onto his lap, he whispered
in her hair, as he stroked the blond curls, “I don’t know
baby… I don’t know where Mom is.”
Andrew came to stand next to them;
he went to grab her hand, “Come on brat. I’ll
put you to bed.”
The scream that came from Kaylin
would have awakened the dead. “No! I want Daddy
to.” She threw her arms around Kevin’s neck,
locking herself onto him.
“It’s okay Andrew,
I go it,” as he slid off the couch with Kaylin wrapped
around his body. Kevin glanced to his Mom who now was
showing signs of exhaustion. She looked old and fragile.
This was Bron’s fault. It wasn’t his Mother’s
place to raise their children.
“Just five minutes Mama,
please?” Kevin pleaded knowing he really didn’t
Anne’s fortitude broke when
she heard Kaylin speak as she climbed the stairs. “Daddy
you won’t leave me, will you?” I don’t
have anyone left to love me...”
Anne looked into the face of the
baby she was holding. Cooper looked so much like Kevin
but had Bron’s personality, “Oh little one, what
has happened to your Mama?”
“Need a break?”
Brian smiled as he settled into the rocker with Cooper.
Brian rocked and fed the baby as they waited for Kevin to come
back downstairs. The chime of the grandfather clock in
the corner indicated it was one in the morning.
Kevin came down and scooped up
his son quickly. He began walking the floor as he thought.
His walking turned into a flustered pace, out of anger and frustration.
“You need to get some sleep
dear. Give me the baby.” Anne approached with
open arms. She saw an onset of a mood on Kevin, she didn’t
like the way he was handling the baby.
“I’m fine Mom,”
as his grip tightened on the infant.
Andrew caught the flinch and sour
looks exchanged between Brian and Anne. “Come on
Kev. Let me hold my brother, please?” Andrew
“No, he’s fine with
me,” Kevin pulled the small bundle closer. “I
missed him.” Kevin marveled at much he had changed
in just a week.
Andrew looked at him apologetically.
“I know you’re hurting but don’t hurt him
because you are angry at Mom.”
Hearing the words, Kevin relinquished
his son. Anne took the baby cautiously from him.
She knew Kevin would never hurt a child but then Kevin wasn’t
himself right now either.
As Anne ascended the stairs, she
saw that Kevin began to shake uncontrollably. The thoughts
that had entered his head while he held the baby were not right.
“I wouldn’t hurt him. I wanted to hurt her
but she isn’t here.”
Kevin walked over to the couch
and collapsed on it. Sobs racking his body as all of the
pent up hurt purged from his system. Fatigue kicked in
and calmed him as he drifted to a semblance of sleep, at least
for a few hours anyway.
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