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“Oh.” Dr. Kepler finally understands the uneasiness. “Well, if anything changes, please let me know.” He excuses himself, most likely not interested in tangling himself in a family feud.
But that’s the thing. There never has been a feud per se. Saxon and Samuel may be identical on the outside but on the inside, they’re universes apart.
From the moment I met them, there was an invisible tension there. It just grew and grew the older they got. I haven’t seen Saxon since he left his family’s farm on Thanksgiving when there was the usual talk of Saxon taking over the farm with Samuel. Saxon has always wanted his own identity, to be different to his twin—it’s just a shame that to find that individuality, he pushed all the people who love him aside.
Sam never spoke about Saxon, as I know it’s a topic he prefers to steer clear of, but deep down, I can see it hurts to have his twin brother hate him for no apparent reason. But regardless of their differences, Samuel needs blood, he needs Saxon’s blood. And I’m going to get it.
“Kellie, have you let Saxon know?” I ask, pushing down my sorrow and focusing on Sam’s survival. She raises her blue eyes and guiltily shakes her head. I’m not usually this forceful, but when it comes to something I feel passionate about, I can’t help but lead with my emotions. “May I use your phone to call him?” Kellie peers over at Gregory, who nods.
We may not like it, but we need Saxon. I choose to believe he’s not all bad. He can’t be. He’s connected in the most intimate way to the most amazing, considerate person in the world. He’s a part of Sam, and I can only hope that part will overthrow the malice.
All eyes are on me and I suddenly feel nervous. Saxon and I have never really had much of a relationship, and if I were to be honest, I would even go so far to say he’s never really acknowledged me at all. I’ve always felt invisible around him. My attempts to talk to him proved fruitless because the more I talked, the more he pulled away. I know I’m not the type of person he would usually associate with, as the female company he’s kept in the past have been polar opposites of who I am. They’ve all been tall, big breasted, and their lack of clothing matches their lack of maturity and wisdom—but that’s the type of girls he seemed to be drawn to.
Samuel never judged his brother for his promiscuity and accepted him for who he was. That’s the type of person Sam is. It’s just a shame Saxon couldn’t do the same, as he never really accepted me. But now is not the time to dwell on our strained relationship. Now is the time to act on a vow I was so ready to take.
In sickness and in health I remind myself as I step out into the hallway to make the call. My heart thrashes stridently while the blood whooshes through my ears as I listen to the dial tone.
Please pick up, I silently beg. Hehasto pick up.
The moment I hear his deep, rugged voice, I don’t know whether to celebrate or cry. It’s so much like Samuel’s, but at the same time, it’s not. “Whatever you have to say, I’m pretty certain I don’t want to hear. Goodbye, Kellie.”
“No, no, wait!” I screech on a rushed breath. “Don’t hang up, Saxon! It’s me, Lucy.” When I’m greeted with silence, I yank the phone from my ear to ensure he’s still on the line.
He is.
“Lucy?” He doesn’t conceal his complete surprise.
“Yes, it’s me. Lucy Tucker,” I foolishly clarify.
“I know who you are, Lucy,” he replies, making me feel even stupider. “What do you want?”
His clipped response is exactly what I needed to concentrate on the task at hand. Deciding to use the words my mother did, I take a deep breath before revealing, “There’s been an accident.”
Silence.
“Are you okay?”
I wasn’t expecting that response. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s Samuel.” My voice breaks, my courage nose diving as my eyes fill with tears.
“What about him?”
Slouching against the wall, I sadly divulge, “He’s in a c-coma. It was our wedding day today. I don’t know if you knew?” We sent Saxon an invite, but we never got an RSVP.
“I’m well aware,” he coldly replies.
“Oh?” Maybe our invite got lost in the mail. “Well, he was on the way to the church and…a drunk driver ran him off the road,” I continue, taking deep breaths between each sentence. “It’s bad, Saxon.”
Another pregnant pause.
“Son of a bitch,” he finally mutters.
“We need you here.” I don’t care that I’m begging.
“Why?” he spits, not masking his contempt.
I push off the wall, incensed. “Why? Did you not hear me? Samuel is in a coma.”
“And what am I supposed to do about that?”
