“I have my moments.” He finishes his drink. “But if it’s okay with you, I’d like to keep this pussy talk to a minimum on guys night.”
I hug him around the shoulder. "You got it, man."
* * *
Me:So that kiss?
S: What kiss?
Me: The only one you’re thinking about.
Me: The only one that makes your heart beat faster and your pussy clench.
S: Are you drunk?
Me: Maybe
Me: But am I right?
S: Good night Detective ;)
Me: Goodnight.
I’m about to text her that I’m messing around when the bubbles appear.
S: Bring cuffs.
I laugh out loud at that.
Chapter 27
Anonymous
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. ~ Buddha
Before
They say a drunk person tells no lies. I agree. I have heard the vilest of things come out of Billy's mouth when she's drunk. But, I have also discovered that the man with nothing to lose tells the greatest truths. I overheard a woman at the grocery store, speaking to Nancy. I never really paid attention to the shit she gossiped about with customers, but there was something about that conversation that stuck.
"I'm sorry about your mom, girl," Nancy said in her familiar drawl. "I was at the funeral, that speech you gave - it was just…" Nancy pretends to fall apart. The woman smiles and holds Nancy's hand.
"You'll never believe I hadn't spoken to my mother in a year until a month before she died. She called me and wanted to talk, and I think it was the most honest conversation we ever had."
"That is beautiful, sunshine." Nancy sniffs, not getting the depth of that one statement. I haven't thought about that till I found Billy shooting one Friday night. I despise her, and Rob even more, but I know that if I don't feed her, nobody would. So I make that trip every week to clean and restock her fridge. If she notices she never says anything. Billy always feels I owe her something, for the roof, she put over my head and the shit she put me through.
I walk over bottles and overturned furniture and find Billy on the kitchen floor. I have no idea how long she's been sleeping in her own vomit, but I don't give a shit. This is a familiar sight, and I have no doubt that asshole Rob left her like this. I drag her up by her arms, looping it around my neck.
“Let me down.” She slurs.
"Shut the fuck up, seriously, Billy." I hiss as I walk her to the bathroom. I sit her on the toilet and run a bath, not high enough for her to drown, but enough to get her clean. I wash her, and she complains the entire time. I’ve learned to drown out the noise. Billy is a product of circumstance. I rinse her off and help her out of the bathtub. She’s shivering, and when I look at her, I just feel sorry for her. I wrap her in a towel and lead her to her bedroom. It stinks of smoke and vomit, so I set her on a chair and dust the bed, making sure it’s clean before laying her on the sheets that have seen better days.
I look down at the only mother I have ever known, and I wonder what it is about me that could make two women hate me as much as they do, one enough to give me up and the other enough to treat me the way Billy does.
“Don’t go.” she slurs when I put the lights out. “Anon, don’t go.”
I leave the lights off and take the seat next to her bed. “I’m here.”
"I need to tell you something, before - " she coughs, and I think she's going to vomit. She settles down. "I need to tell you about the night I took you."
