Texas Rebels: Elias

“She’s my grandmother, or the lady who took my mother in when she was pregnant. She became my grandmother and she loved both of us. It hasn’t been the same since she died. After that, we had to move into an apartment. We did okay until Mom’s boss fired her because she wouldn’t sleep with him.”

Maribel had failed to mention that. He could imagine her life must’ve been pretty hard raising the kid alone. He was glad she’d had someone there for her like Nana to help. The guilt was now beating against his head with the force of a two-by-four. He should have known something was wrong when she’d left town without graduating. He should’ve been the one to put it together, but he had been busy doing other things. Maturity hadn’t been his strong suit back then, and some people would say it wasn’t now, either.

Elias decided to let it go for now. Later, he and Maribel would talk about a lot of things. He rested his forearms on his thighs and looked at his son. “You seem to have had a pretty good life. Why are you so angry?”

Chase looked down at the floor. “I don’t like it here. No one wants us here. I want to go back home to Dallas. I play football and I’m hoping scouts will notice me and I can get a scholarship to college because Mom won’t be able to afford to pay for me to go. I want to play in the NFL. All that is ruined now and I’ll never get noticed in this one-horse town. My life is over.”

“So life is all about you. Have you even thought about what it’s like for your mother to come back here and face her family and the guy who is your father?”

“No.” Chase continued to look at the floor.

“Have you ever thought of getting a job to help out?”

His head jerked up. “A job? I don’t know how to do anything except play football.”

“That’s going to change.”

Chase narrowed his eyes. “Says who?”

“Says me. You have to pay for the beer you stole and to do that you have to get a job and make money. A new concept, huh?”

“My mom will pay for it.”

Elias’s shook his head. “No. You will, and I’m going to make sure that you do.”

“You can’t make me do anything. My mom won’t let you.”

The crux of all Chase’s problems—his mother. Elias was going to undo some of that, at least the pampering.

“You’re seventeen years old and it’s time for you to stand up and be a man and take responsibility for what you did.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” There was a note of regret in his voice and it was the first sign that it was getting harder to carry around that big ol’ attitude.

Elias got to his feet. “The sheriff has released you into my custody.”

“What? Why would he do that? I don’t even know you. My mother will not stand for this.”

“Your mother has agreed, so this discussion is over.”

“I’m not going with you. I’d rather stay in jail.”

Elias placed his hands on his hips and stared at this kid that he and Maribel had created. It was time for a dose of reality. For the kid. And for Elias. “That guy from high school who your mom said wasn’t ready for responsibility would have taken full responsibility for you.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m that guy. I’m your father.”

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“No.” Chase shook his head. “You’re not my father. My mom would’ve told me.”

“She told me for the first time tonight, so I’m in shock just like you. I guess she never wanted either one of us to know.”

Maribel couldn’t stand it any longer. She walked to the open jail door and faced her son. They rarely talked about Chase’s father and she liked it that way. But now her pride was going to take another hit. She had never meant to keep it a secret. It had just happened. Never in a million years had she planned to tell Chase this way.

“Mom, tell him it’s not true. He’s not my father.” Chase was not ready to hear the truth, but he was mature enough to handle it. If he wasn’t, that was her fault.

She stepped closer to Chase and spoke softly. “Elias Rebel is your father. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you more about him, but I didn’t feel it was necessary at the time. I never planned to return to Horseshoe.”

A shattered look came over his face. She’d seen that same look the day Miss Vennie had died. A part of her would hurt the rest of her life for creating this moment—for hurting her son like this.

Chase jerked a thumb toward Elias. “He says the sheriff released me into his custody and I’m now his responsibility.”

Maribel was tired and didn’t want to deal with more drama tonight. “We’ll discuss this later.” She nodded toward the doorway. “Let’s go home.”

Chase followed her without another word. Maribel was very aware that Elias was behind them. She had to make a stand and she had to do it now. Stepping outside in the early morning dawn, she turned to face Elias and all her sins seemed to hit her full force. His stern expression sent a direct message to her heart: he wasn’t going to go quietly out of their lives. Her stomach roiled with anxiety. But maybe he just needed a nudge.

“I really appreciated your help tonight. You went above and beyond what I expected and I’m very grateful my son did not have to spend more time in jail, but I can take it from here. I will make sure he’s at the hearing on Monday and he will be grounded until this is over.”

“Really, Maribel? You think I’m going to slither out of my son’s life with gratitude?”

“I’m not your son!” Chase shouted.

Elias’s lips tightened and she could see it was an effort to control his temper. “This is how it’s going to go,” he stated, his voice clear and unrelenting. “You take the kid back to Phoenix’s and get some rest. I’ll follow you out to Rebel Road and then I have to talk to my mom and my brothers to let them know what has happened.”

She should be thankful he was willing to take responsibility but she didn’t need his help now. All she wanted was for him to disappear out of their lives once again. She had raised Chase all these years and she could continue to do so without his input. She was fighting for her independence and somehow she knew it would be the biggest fight of her life.

“There’s really no need...”

“What are you afraid of, Maribel?” An eyebrow lifted toward his hat. “Are you afraid my mother might tell a different story than you’ve told me?”

“I’m not afraid. I know the truth, but there’s no need to rehash the past. It’s over and we should all move on.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” he said in a snarky tone that irritated her. She’d had enough for tonight and walked toward Rosie’s truck and got in. Chase followed. Nothing else was said as Elias went to his truck. All the way to Rebel Road she was aware of his truck behind her. He wasn’t letting them out of his sight. When she passed the Rebel Ranch house, he turned into the entrance and Maribel breathed a sigh of relief.

She had to wonder how his meeting with his mother would go. She wasn’t going to take it well. Since Maribel had been living with Phoenix and Rosie, Miss Kate had avoided her, but she couldn’t avoid her son. He would want answers. She’d love to be a fly on that wall. But then again, she’d rather forget the whole thing. She had a permanent reminder, though, who stalked behind her into the house.

“Go to bed,” she said to her son. “We’ll talk when you get up.”

“Mom...”

Phoenix came into the kitchen where they were standing. “You’re home. I have to get to work.”

Chase walked passed Phoenix without saying a word in his usual sullen mood.

“What happened?” Phoenix asked, staring at Chase’s back.

She told him most of what had happened during the night. She didn’t mention Elias, but Phoenix had to know and Rosie did, too.