“Oh, here. This was left on your car this morning.” He says, handing me an envelope. My face pales but thankfully he doesn’t see it. I open it and read the note.
My Angel.
I found you, little one. And soon, I will get to keep you.
See you soon,
Love always, Your Kenneth.
I swallow thickly and have lost my appetite. Getting up from the table I throw out the note and go stand at the double doors looking out at the pool. I need this shit to end. I can’t keep living in fear. Now he knows where I fucking live? Is there any place I can be that’s safe from him? I should go to the cops but I know what they will tell me. Nothing. Strong arms wrap around my waist and I jump for the second time today.
“Jesus, Doll. You’re fucking jumpy today. What’s going on?” Case asks and I shake my head.
“Nothing, I just have a big test coming up and I’m nervous about it. That's all.” I lie and he nods. I step away and get our coffee made as he puts food on our plates.
“Is there anything I can do to help you with your test?” He asks, taking a bite of his pancake.
“Nope. But what you can do is win the game tonight.” I smile, trying to change the subject.
“You know damn well I’ll win that shit!” He smirks, making me giggle. “You gonna eat?”
“I’m not that hungry. I’m sorry,” I say and I get up to leave but he grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“What’s going on?” he asks with concern laced all over his face. Fuck. I’m not good at this shit but I can’t tell him what is really going on.
“Nothing, nothing. I promise everything is fine. I’m just not hungry yet. You finish and I’m going to go shower.” I tell him and he removes his fingers from my skin and now I feel cold. I hate that he has this effect on me. I wish I could just walk away from him and not feel empty inside. He made this breakfast and I’m an asshole for not eating it. Ugh. I need to figure something out. I glance over my shoulder and our eyes collide. He doesn’t believe a word I said and there’s nothing to change that look of disappointment written all over it.I fucking suck! Ugh!
Case
What The Fuck?
My hands ball into fists as I watch her leave the room. I’m not sure what happened from the time I picked her little ass up and carried her down to the kitchen until thirty seconds ago. Her entire mood and demeanor changed in the blink of an eye and I’m left confused as fuck. Anger radiates through my veins as I get up from the table and march over to the garbage can. Lifting the lid, I take out the envelope she threw in there and read the note. What the fuck? Who the fuck is Kenneth? She told me last week that she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Did she lie? Am I a fool? I’m not sure what to think but I need to blow off some steam because if I stay in this house with her—she’s going to see a side of me I never want her to see.
Leaving everything where it is, otherwise there will be shattered dishes in the sink. I grab my shit and leave the house. Pressing the fob angrily, my car unlocks and I throw my stuff inside. Looking up at her window, I shake my head then get in the car and pull out the driveway. I hate being lied to. I fuckingdespise liars. I never give anyone a reason to not trust me or be able to confide in me and I thought maybe just maybe we were at a point where we can be more than whatever this is. I know what I want. Despite what my father told me. I really don’t care. The pull towards this girl is relentless and it has to mean something but before I do anything more I need fucking answers. Driving towards school, I blast some music to get out of my head but it’s not working. I’m actually getting more angry by the second and I’m not sure what is going to get me out of this mood. I wanted to take her out today and do something fun. We always end up hanging out at the house but I wanted to show her a good time.
Slamming my hands against the steering wheel, I growl. Was it the note that changed her mood and why couldn’t she just tell me? I don’t understand but fuck, I need to take this shit and lock it up. I have an important game tonight and that’s got to be priority number one.
Arriving at school, I park my car, grab my things and head for the sports center. Stepping into the locker room, I see my brothers sitting on the bench bullshitting.
“Yo, what up. Are you guys ready for later?” I ask and they both snap their heads to me with a solemn look on their faces. What the fuck now? “What is going on?” but Crew shakes his head as Cruz drops his head in defeat.
“Jimmy came up dirty.” Cruz informs me and I growl.
“Fuck! You both are clean right?” I ask and they nod. Thank fucking god.
“But we’re fucked! Phil ain’t ready especially for tonight’s game.” Cruz says and I nod. I know and I’ve been trying to work with him but he really doesn’t belong on this team with us. We are too skilled and he just isn’t. It also doesn’t help that he’s the coach’s son so coming up dirty is even worse.
“We’re not fucked. All three of us can play every position in this game. One of you takes his spot. Let someone else takeyours. We will just have to work twice as hard. We got this!” I assure them and they both look up at me with hope in their eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right!” Crew cheers and I smile.
“Nothing is going to fuck up this game for us. They don’t know how the Nicoletti brothers operate. So lets give the fans a fucking show.” I grin.
“Fuck yeah.” Cruz laughs and just like that, the crisis averted.
“Let’s go run some plays then go soak before the game.” I tell them and they nod. Opening up my locker, I start to gear up as my phone buzzes against the metal shelf. I pick up my phone and see a text from Lyla. I tighten my hold as I read the message.
Doll:
