Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
"Did they get any of them?" I wouldn’t mind hearing they’d eaten one of the fucks.
"Nah, they scattered to the wind, but it was a sight, Brian got pictures, and your dad got good video; it's been good for a few laughs around here, I can tell you that. So when are you coming home, son?'
And just like that, I knew I was ready to go, not to lie in her lap like a baby, but to be around her warmth and her support, to have my older brother try to joke me out of my funk the way he has been my whole life. The only problem might be the girls; Tiffany and Suzette were like sisters separated at birth, they were constantly talking to each other, and I don't know what was going on with that now, though.
I knew no matter what, my sis would be on my side, and that just got me to thinking, who did Suzette have in her corner? I'm sure her mom and dad and her brothers would be there for her, but most of our friends were of the mutual kind, and since most if not all of them were on my voicemail cussing her out, I didn't know who she had left. Connie was a no brainier.
She liked Suzette, okay, but she was a loyal bitch and no one messed with family, or she would go Rambo on their ass. Connie and Brian had been together since college, and in our family, she was more than just an in-law. She was one of us. Bitch was hardcore.
"I'll be there later tonight." Okay then, it was settled; I was going home. I'd have to call Jane, my PR rep, sometime today, but right now, I didn't want to deal with it; I wanted nothing to do with anything Hollywood for the next little while.
"Okay, son, I'll let the others know you're coming, and don't worry, everything's going to be just fine."
"Yeah?" I smiled through my pain again.
"Would I lie to you? You go do what you have to do in order to get here; I love you, son. I'll see you soon."
We said our goodbyes and hung up. I stretched my arms over my head and gave the computer the stink eye; hey, I'd gone a whole ten minutes without cussing skanky hoe and douchetard; alrighty, then progress.
CHAPTER 5
Fuck me, my dog; how could I have gone all this time without checking on him? I am a bad parent. Okay, so Rex is just a dog, but he's mine; I'd saved him from that killing zone in L.A; well, okay, it wasn't just me, but his bitch of a mother didn't count, bitch is dead, nuff said.
Anyway, after I had gone terminator on my house, I had found Rex cowering in the laundry room whining, shit almost broke my heart, so I'd made arrangements to have him sent home to grandma's house. I knew my mom would take good care of him; my mom is a dog person, but still, he was my responsibility; I should've done better, damn.
He must be wondering what the fuck was going on in his world, the two people who took care of him had been missing for a week, poor little thing, and of course, my little show must've scarred him for life, shit.
I was on my way home, the drive was a good six hours, but it would do me good and help clear my head. I planned on driving right through; no pit stops; heaven forbid I should stop for gas or something and see a Tab and lose my fucking shit. Nah, better not risk it until I was civilized again.
I had my iPod blasting my warrior tunes, all gangsta shit; I had Ice Cube gangsta rap made me do it on repeat; shit was hot. Uhm, maybe I shouldn't be listening to this shit right now cause shit really made me feel like fucking somebody's shit up. Oh, I knew my day was coming. No way was I letting that motherfucker Terry Poole get one over on me; the first chance I get, I'm gonna go Sparta on his ass. "I'm motherfucking Maddox biatch." Shit, did I just say that out loud?
CHAPTER 6
Home, yeah, um, why was it that as soon as I saw the gates of home, I felt like crying? Dude, when did you grow a vagina? Grow a motherfucking pair. Okay, heads up, Maddox, you can do this shit. Yeah, but how do you face your nearest and dearest when you feel like a piece of shit? They knew, more than anyone else anywhere they knew what she was to me, what we were together, what we all thought would be forever. They knew about great grandma's ring that I had resized for her. Oh shit, I felt bile rising in my throat. No, Gage, you most definitely do not need a drink; hooch will not solve your problems. Oh yeah, did I mention that I've been talking to myself a lot since this shit happened? If it weren’t me doing it, I would find this shit hilarious, but since it is me, I can't say that it's so funny.