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KylieI pushed him too far. I had to fix this and fast. Not thinking about repercussions, I took one last slurp of coke and raced after him. His long legs ate up the sidewalk and I had to do double time to reach him before he got in his truck. It was a lifted Ford F-350 King Ranch and it suited him. From the gray-blue paint, to the 37's on his chrome rims. More chrome shined on his fender and accents like the door handles. I could see it was clean as a whistle with leather seats, and I'll bet it ran smooth as butter.I guess I'm going to find out. Get in the truck. He said it gruffly like the words were torn from his soul. I would have given a lot to know what was going through his head. Back there, he couldn't get away from me fast enough. He never even looked back. Then, suddenly, I'm sitting next to him and he's not saying a word. I want to know where he's taking me, but I don't dare ask for fear he might come to his senses and tell me to get out.I know enough about the layout of t
KylieToday was the day I went home. I called Dad yesterday during a break at the store to tell him I was here and staying with Analiese. I didn't mention how long I'd been here, just that I came early and was staying with her for a few days to catch up on old times since he wasn't expecting me yet. He took it well. He treats me like the adult I am, unlike my mother. Gwen acted like I was perpetually ten years old. Blah. I didn't mention to Dad the trip to the club and seeing Brody there. I am positive he doesn't see me as that kind of adult. LOL. But I did tell him I had a job already at the store at Brody's suggestion.My bags were packed and back in my car. I told Analiese goodbye last night since I had to get up so early for work. I'll be done by three, which is in fifteen minutes, since I come in at six. Then I'll head straight to the thier house. Maybe I'll have time to unpack my car before Dad and Roberta get home from work. My
BrodyToday was my day off. I got up late, threw some laundry in to wash, then played online with Oscar and some of my other (online only) friends before he had to go to work. Then I went to the grocery store. Yes, the very one that Kylie works at now, because I'm a glutton for punishment. The little bell at the top of the door rang when I walked inside, same as it had for the last six years or so that I'd been friends with Oscar. Mr. Rodriguez was at the register like always. Some things never change."Hola, Brody! Come to check on your amiga?" He said it like he knew I had a thing for her. He's just guessing, right?"Si, senior. How is she doing? Not embarassing me I hope?" Because this could turn out to be a disaster. But I really hope not."La Nina is a very hard worker. Mi esposa esta muy feliz." If his wife is happy, then everyone is happy. Hot damn, what a relief.I grinned at him. Ever since I took Spanish in high school, Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez would speak to me in short, easy
Kylie"What the hell is this, Kylie?" Brody practically shouted. I shrugged."I found it on the windshield of my car when I left work today. I was going to show it to Dad when he gets home." I'm not stupid, someone needs to know about it besides me."Did you tell Mr. R.?" He asks accusingly."No. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it." I wheedled."It is a big deal, Kylie. I'm calling him right now. He's got cameras out front." I narrowed my eyes at him. I knew he was going to make a big deal of it."I need that job, Brody. You're going to get me fired." He turns back to the house and I follow, making sure my car is locked up tight."You didn't do anything to get fired. He won't mind. He'll be happy to help".I wasn't so sure about that, but Brody was going to do what he was going to do.He continued, speaking over his shoulder as we went through the door, "You should have told him before you left. This note sounds ominous."Well, duh.Brody went to his room where I assume he left
BrodyWhen I left Kylie’s room, I felt like sh8it. She was always full of questions and had the boldness to ask them. I should have been better prepared, but I wasn’t, at least not for that question. I didn’t want to answer because I didn’t want her judgment. I know how I felt when she slept with her boyfriend. I didn’t want her to know my truth, so I told her I wouldn’t answer. It was cowardice, I know. I'll tell her eventually, maybe.Remembering her surprising answer to my question came to my mind. She’d only been with three guys. I imagined that number would be double or even tripled. Not because I thought she was a who8re but because she’s so beautiful. She takes my breath away. I’m sure plenty of other men think the same. So, couple that with her banging body, and yeah, that girl had options. She’s twenty-one and was in college for two years. I mean I’m dumbfounded but happy that she doesn't have as much experience as I expected her to. That probably makes me a chauvinist or some
BrodyI recovered from my shock quickly. I stood up and handed Danny to Kylie who had come further into the room. I stalked to the door and pushed Chuck back onto the porch. I was pissed. This man left my mom, Honey and me when I was six. We never heard from him again. I might have been a little kid, but I understood enough to know my mom was hurting when he left. I couldn't figure out why a dad would leave. I still can't figure it out.Sh8it. I heard another motorcycle roaring down the road and I knew this was going to turn into a real sh8it show."Fu8ck." I said and ran my fingers through my hair. Moe was a calm guy, but he knew what Chuck had done to all of us. I wasn't sure what the fu8ck would happen now.Then the next worst thing that could happen, did. Mom and Honey came out on the porch. I guess Kylie told them Chuck was out here. How did she know who he was? Did Chuck say something to her out in the yard? I looked around the neighborhood. Basically, if you want to be entertain
KylieIt was good to be home, surrounded by my family. I'd always felt more at home here than back in NC with mom. In this cozy home full of love. I never had cozy with my mom. I never felt the warm and fuzzies like I do now, with them. With the drama over, I finally got to hug my dad. He squeezed me so tight that I moaned. Man, I missed him and his hugs. Why had I avoided him for so long? He kissed my forehead and kept his arm around me."Good to see you, kiddo. I'm glad you're home." Yep. My dad was awesome."It's good to be home, daddy. That was a surprise, huh?" He knew I was referring to Chuck arriving out of the blue."Yeah, that was something. I need to speak to Roberta." I nodded and he let me go. Dad always put her first. I loved that about him. I mean us kids were a top priority but he worked everything out with her and then dealt with us. I wanted that. I man I could talk to and work through this life with. I watched him as he went over to whisper in her ear, and they left t
ChuckHave you ever stopped to wonder if you let life pass you by? I've had thirteen years to wonder about that. I thought I wanted freedom. I thought I wanted to be single. But what do I have to show for it? A big, fat zero. I thought the world was my oyster back then. I rode the waves of freedom, going everywhere and doing everything I ever wanted. But it seems so hollow now, looking back on it.Before I left, I had used some of our savings to buy a bike. I didn't take all of it, I'm not that big of a jerk. I knew without me around it would be hard on her, so I left some back-up money for Roberta. There, I said her name. I had ignored it and them for so long, that I convinced myself I had forgotten. I made myself into a different man. One she wouldn't recognize.I wanted to be unshackled. As soon as we started having kids, I felt a big noose around my neck, tightening. Roberta would never have understood. She adored them. I knew they were in good hands.I stashed the bike at a frien