“Don’t leave me here alone. Come home.”
I rub my hands over my face as the bright as hell morning sun bleeds into my dry and burning eyes. My head pounds and my body screams out in a stiffened pain from sleeping on the god damn floor. Like wow, I’m not in my teens anymore, girl.
Wow man.
I aimlessly search the hard wood floor for my phone. I’m shaking when my fingers find it knowing I was white girl wasted last night. I’m fearful of what I may uncover.
Scrolling through my messages there is a few drunk ones to 81 begging, longing and pleading. Some drunken ass shit attempt at sexting.
Face palming myself, I wish I could get a little undrunk so I could have unseen those typed messages. Lord, Jade.
Just as my stomach uncoils and bile tasting like Whiskey hits the back of my throat the said phone rings. 81’s name blasts over the screen stilling my warm blood ice cold.
Fuck I wish I could unlove this guy and go back to just being Jade the shy florist.
“Little bird, Little bird, oh how do you feel?” his gravely exotic voice causes that fluttering feeling to erupt in my belly.
“I feel I am still far too drunk to talk right now.” My throat is so dry it sounds like I’m talking through cotton wool balls.
He laughs at my comment.
“No, I’m for real. I’m not talking on grounds I may incriminate myself,” I say while rubbing my neck. I need water. I pull my body from the floor, making my head spin and my body recoil on itself.
“Little bird, I think you’ve incriminated yourself plenty and I kinda liked it.”
“Oh, well, I’m glad you liked it,” I bite out while filling a glass with water.
“You’re hot as hell when your pissed off and pissed baby.” He laughs and I can hear the chatter of other men’s voices.
“You sound busy,” I say gulping down the cold liquid. It’s heaven on my dry throat.
“Na, it’s just the boys getting ready to ride out to the meeting spot.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I say as I look through the window and see his fucking car parked back in its normal spot. Like wow, man, get a life. The pile of smoke butts is a sure giveaway to anyone with eyes that he’s watching my house. Why hasn’t anyone said anything yet?
“You sound like your miles away, little bird. What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks pulling me from Carl’s beady eyes back to the velvet voice on the other end of the line.
“Oh, you know, maybe the herd of elephants that are dancing toDevilskininside my brain.” For the first time since he left my mouth moves into a smile.
“Oh, my little bird.” He laughs into my ears.
“You remember much of last night?” he asks.
“Drinking and more drinking. Timberly and more drinking. That cock in his ca-ca-ca errrrr. You talking on the phone.” I just about fucked that up, he will be back faster than fire burning through a stack of hay if he knows that Carl is watching me, let alone ringing me.
“What was that, little bird?’ he questions. I can hear the anger coating his voice and just imagine that tight tattooed skin in his neck stretching as the vein of anger pops out.
“Oh, what?” I reply aimlessly twisting a piece of my hair around my finger.
“Drinking and drinking and then a cock and a car. Was that what you were trying to cover up?” I don’t miss the tone in his voice. It leaves me with no place to hide. I suck in a deep breath.
“Ok, you caught me. You’re too good at this game,” I say trying to divert from the convo as my head can’t handle it right now. Opening the fridge, my stomach is growling for food. That is fucked, coz I don’t eat fuck all normally, but right now, I feel like I could chow back a cow, like a whole cow. OMG! Cheeseburger. I could totally do a cheeseburger. Oh, fuck. I don’t even like that fatty-ass food. What’s wrong with me?
“Jade.”
“81.”
Looking into the fridge I am in absolute shock.
