Come on. Come on.
I need to fill this hole. The pain to go away. Just fucking knock my ass out.
“Grave, you sorry son of a bitch,” Titan snaps. “Open the fucking door or I will break it down.”
Maybe he’ll hit me over the head with it. Memory loss would be better than this.
How long will it take?
I hear the door splinter and what’s left of it bangs against the interior wall.
“Shit,” Trey hisses beside me.
Titans storms into the room, and I’m surprised he’s alone. “Where are the rest of the bitches?”
He punches me in the face so hard my head snaps back. Blood fills my mouth, and my face begins to throb.
“Fuck.” Trey jumps up from his spot on the couch next to me.
Titan grips my shirt and yanks me off my ass, then shoves me to the floor.
“Stop, man,” Trey shouts.
I look up at my friend, already feeling my eye swell. “Fucking do it,” I tell him, then cough up blood that’s filled my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re a piece of shit,” Titan growls down at me.
I know I am. April knows I am. That’s why she left me. “Just put me out of my misery.”
“Get over whatever problem you have right now and move the fuck on.”
“Easy for you to say.” His woman didn’t leave him. I wonder if he didn’t share her with my brother if she would stay withhim? “I wonder who Emilee loves more?” I ask, thinking out loud.
“Grave,” he bites out. “Get your ass up. We have to go.”
I close my eyes and welcome the darkness. “Fuck you, Titan.”
He yanks me up by my shirt and hauls me out of the house. Then he throws me into his passenger seat. Squealing his tires, he pulls out onto the street and holds his phone up to his ear. “On our way.” Pause. “Not well.” He slides his eyes to mine. “Like shit. See you in a minute.”
“Where are we going?” I ask.
Maybe it’s an intervention. I wouldn’t be surprised if they throw me into a mental hospital and toss the key away. Everyone is tired of putting up with me. Me included.
I blink, and my eyes grow heavy.
“How much did you have?” he grinds out.
“Not enough,” I slur.
“Fuck!” He slams his palm on the steering wheel. “I should leave you right here on the side of the motherfucking road.”
“Do it,” I dare him.
“Nah, that’d be too easy for you. You deserve everything that is about to hit you in the fucking face.”
“Your fist? Hit me until I feel nothing.”
He just shakes his head, ignoring my question.
