Chapter 4

Chapter Four

POV: Kelly Flores

"Oh, fuck. Hit me harder. Fill me with your cock!"

I heard the words as if they had been spoken directly into my ears.

My hand covered my eyes as the tears flowed from my eyes just as the waters from the shower had weaved intricate patterns down my flesh.

I opened the door...

Jack froze, turning around to meet my horrified gaze. He sighed.

He turned back to the girl spread out on the bed banging her like I wasn't there seeing the whole thing. The girl moaned and trashed in pleasure while I watched in horror.

"J- Ja, Jack," I called in a barely audible voice. It felt like a vice squeezed my throat.

"What's going on here?" I asked, unable to fully comprehend the whole thing.

Jack snapped at me. "What does it look like, a fucking picnic party?"

The fury in his voice made me jerk and I had a little glimpse of the reality of what was really happening. He was screwing another girl on our anniversary day and he didn't seem to care that I had caught him.

I turned to the girl lying on the bed. She looked just as infuriated as he did. She was tiny in every sense and her breasts consisted of two lumps on her chest. It was clear she was just a teen and I felt the first stab from the insult this was.

"This thing? Really, Jack!" My voice shook with the pain of the betrayal.

Jack walked towards me with his almost limp dick dangling, only to stopped just two feet away from me to pick a piece of pant I barely noticed  right before my feet and pull them on with a rush. When he was done, he grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me out of the room and down the stairs.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Kelly?" He asked in a flat voice.

I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you seriously asking me that right now? You fucking asshole!"

My slap hit him across his hard face and the recoil from the impact sent hot waves through me.

He rubbed the spot I had where I had hit him. The grin that appeared on his face was as wicked as any I have ever seen. This wasn't the man I had fallen in love with.

"Is that all?" He asked, smirking.

I was starting to hate smirks.

My hands turned to fists and I took hard jabs at his bare chest until my knuckles ached.

He moved forward with the smirk still in place. "Is that all?"

"You're a piece of shit... I hate you!" My eyes teared up even though I tried hard to stop them.

"Good. Now get out. As you can see, I haven't nut yet." He said gesturing towards the door.

I gaped unable to believe what he had just said. He was chasing me out of an apartment I had paid for using the money I had worked my ass off for! He was either sick in the head or possessed by a narc ghost.

"I'm going nowhere," I said then sat down on one of the comfortable chairs.

He sighed.

"Jack... I'm waiting." The tiny slut said from the bedroom doorway.

"Get out of my house worthless skank!" I yelled.

Jack sighed again then he walked towards me and lifted me from the chair. I was ready for the move so I trashed and scratched as much as I could ready to draw a fair amount of blood. Regardless, he held on till he got the door open and tossed me out into the hall.

"It's over, Kelly. Get a life."

His words ripped out my soul and left a shell in its place. 

"Y, you can't break up with me because it's - it's over." I stuttered. "You hear me? It's, it's over."

The tears fell at the same time my words came out of my mouth. My lips trembled after the last word made its way out. I crumbled to the floor sobbing.

I had given this man everything I had. Loved him like the world was on fire and we were the only two people in it unscathed. I had supported him when he had nothing to his name even though my Momma warned me not to.

Fuck!

Hot waves ran through me passing my skin, breaching my bones, and settling in my core. 

I had refused to give him my body being a virgin. I had told him to wait till we were married thinking I would end up happily married to the piece of shit.

My tears fell on the carpet; hot. I imagined him laughing his ass off with his bone-made skank and when they'd have their fill, they'd screw their brains out.

The thought made me jerk up in anger and run a fist again the door.

"Fuck you!" I yelled.

"I hope you die like the coward you are."

I slumped back to the floor.

The sound of the elevator chime made me straighten up and wipe my eyes dry. I wouldn't be caught dead in this sorry I was in.

A young boy wearing a cap briskly walked towards the door. His freckled face reminded me of high school.

"This Mr. Jack's crib?" He asked.

I noticed the small box in his grip and immediately remembered the watch O had ordered for Jack. 

"Give me that," I said pointing to the box.

The boy was quick enough to retreat a few steps before I could snag it. He saw my expression and tried to stop me.

"Whoa, hold on lady. I'm just doing my job." 

I couldn't give a fuck if he had been sent by Potus himself. The box was mine and I was going to get it back.

I saw an opening and dived him, in the struggle I was able to knock the box out of his grip. I got up first, picked up the box, and smashed it against the wall as hard as I could over and over again.

The boy had a look on his face that made me feel as if he was an innocent lad that had accidentally come face to face with a hideous monster.

The boy shuffled to his feet, terrified as fuck. "Screw this. I'm out of here, man."

He ran for the elevator and was gone before I was certain the watch had been totally destroyed. Using the last strength I had, I tossed the watch at the door just as Jace stepped out of the elevator.