Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Well, you’re gonna have to use your mouth right now if you keep going.”
Before I could kiss my way toward her tits to do exactly that, she grabbed the phone out of my hand. Typed in my passcode, which was her birthday, and went right to my files.
Cocking her head to the side, she started opening the one titled Muse. Video upon video along with photos of her came alive on the glass screen.
All beginning when we were kids, after I learned about my mom.
“Oh my God... Jackson, there’re hundreds of videos and photos of me here.”
I bit her pulse. “You’re my favorite thing to look at.”
“Jackson!” she shouted in my ear.
“And now I’m deaf.”
“You have videos of me showerin’ and of us havin’ sex!”
“Relax, they’re just for me.”
“You’re such a creeper! I can’t believe you!” She went to get off my lap, but I held her down. “Let go. You’re not my favorite person right now.”
“When am I ever your favorite person?”
“That’s not funny. I don’t like you right now. We’re not friends.”
“Baby girl, you’ve swallowed my come and sat on my face more times than I can remember. We’re way past friends.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Obviously I don’t, but if you call me your friend again, you’re going to find out really fuckin’ quick that my cock can fit into your ass.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You wouldn’t.”
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“Fine,” she repeated. “You’re not my boyfriend right now.”
“Boyfriend? I like the sound of that.”
“Ugh! You’re bein’ all cute, and I’m tryin’ to be mad at you.”
“If I make you squirt down my face, will you love me again?”
“I don’t love you now. If you wanted to make a porn, you could have just asked me.”
“Porn is fake. What we do is real.”
“So what? You have them for your spank bank?”
I hid back a smile. I loved it when she was mad.
“Before you get all pissed and try to knee me in the balls, keep looking.”
Reluctantly, she did. Finding files titled, Mom, Dad, Jagger, school, Sunday barbeques, Journey, family, and so on. The list was endless of what I had on my phone.
“Why do you have all these? I don’t understand.”
“I just want to be prepared.”
“For what?”
I looked deep into her eyes and spoke the truth, “For when I forget everybody I care about.”
<>Harley<>
Then: Almost twenty years old
I gasped, my eyes instantly filling up with tears.
“Oh my god.” The wind was knocked out of me. “Did you look at the results? Do you have it?”
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t fuckin’ breathe.
“Baby girl.” He kissed away my tears. “I don’t know. I haven’t looked at them.”
I didn’t waver, slapping him as hard as I could on the chest.
“Ow!”
“You fuckin’ asshole!” I hit him again. “Don’t ever do that to me!”
And again.
“Stop hitting me.”
“No! You deserve it!”
“Harley, you need to learn how to control your short Jameson fuse.”
“You need to learn how to not piss me off!”
He grabbed my wrists and pinned my back against the couch, holdin’ me down.
“This isn’t helpin’ the not pissin’ me off!”
“Gremlin, relax.”
“No! You suck!”
“No, actually, you suck.”
“Stop makin’ everythin’ sexual! My heart just stopped. I thought you read the results.”
“And you think this is the way I’d be telling you?”
“I don’t know. You’re lettin’ me look at your files. Maybe it was your way of breakin’ the ice before you dropped it on my head.”
“Harley, you know me better than that.”
“Don’t do that to me again. Promise.”
He wiped away another tear that slid out of the corner of my eye. “Babe, stop crying. I’m here, so is my mind.”
“Jackson, when are you gonna look at the results. You can’t keep livin’ like this.”
“I’m living just fine. My girl’s here with me.”
“Rudolph, I can’t keep livin’ like this.”
He grimaced. It was quick, but I saw it. “I have no control over my future. Do you have any idea how hard that is for me? I survive on it. This is the only control I have over this situation. If or when it happens, I want to be able to look back on these memories, so it doesn’t feel like I lived my life for nothing. For no one.”
More tears slid down the sides of my face.
“You were the first person I started recording and taking pictures of. I didn’t even realize I was doing it for the longest time. It became second nature for me. Watching you on the screen of my phone.”
“You’re makin’ me cry.”
“You’re making yourself cry.”
“I had no idea you had all those files. Does anyone else know?”
He shook his head no. “They’re backed up on my computer, just in case something happens to my phone.”
“Do you think you have it?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t want to find out.”
“Why?”
“’Cuz I don’t want to lose you.”
“You’d never lose me. I’d stick by your side through anythin’. Please tell me you know that.”