Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I head back home, taking the long route in hopes that when I get back my families curiosity will have dies down and I can avoid the inevitable questions. The minute I walk in the door I know I’m shit outta luck.
“You kill your date?” Pops asks.
I move past him and head to the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water.
“Why did she run?” Kyson questions as the music pumps through the house. He grabs a bottle of whiskey, keeping it for himself. The reason I don’t drink is because Kyson loves to bury his demons with alcohol. Some of those demons which we are unaware of, I am not sure we will ever know the extent of his issues.
Kenzo will join Kyson on occasion, but he doesn’t drink nearly as much as him.
“He probably tried to suffocate her,” Kenzo pronounces as he enters the room. “Nice rack she has,” he adds.
It takes two heartbeats before I am standing in front of him, my hand around his throat, holding him up off the floor. He struggles but doesn’t fight me.
“Remove those images from your head,” I demand.
He scratches at my hands, and finally I lower him back down. He bends over, hands on his knees and inhales gulps of air.
“Fuck, Z, she’s a pussy with great tits. Why the fuck are you so worked up? Aren’t you in love with whoever it is you call every fucking night,” Kyson says, defending his twin.
Kyson saw her tits too? He wasn’t out there. Fucker must’ve saw her tits through the glass door. I spin around to face him, and he holds up his hands. “Calm the fuck down.”
“Didn’t you just get laid? Why are you so mad?” Kenzo huffs.
I turn to see Pops watching us. He’s used to us fighting, but the slight smirk on his lips has me thinking he’s onto me.
“None of your business,” I tell them as I walk over to the music and turn it off. The few people who are left glance my way, and I wave to the door. “Everyone…fucking…leave.”
Pops checks around—it is his house, after all. He nods and pours himself a whiskey. I open my bottle of water and nearly down the whole thing in one go. I guess now is as good as ever to talk to Pops.
Kyson eyes me and as if he can read my mind shakes his head, indicating he doesn’t want me to talk to him. Maybe now isn’t the time.
Fine with me.
I can wait.
For now.
She is teaching me to be a patient man.
And now I have to tell Sage…
TWENTY
Alaska
“You’ve reached Sage from You Beat It, We Spit It. First, let’s start with your name.” I answer the phone as I pop a piece of popcorn in my mouth and sit on my couch. I took the week off work at the bar, not because I wanted to, but because I have been sick. Stupid flu. Though, I probably needed the time off anyway to regroup and recover.
“Sage…”
I know that voice straight away—it’s easy for me to recognize being around it so much. I’m sure I could pick it out in a crowd, no matter what. Shivers rack my body when he speaks again. “I’ve missed you.”
“Have you, though?”
“I have,” he replies.
“You do know when you call now that you only ask me questions. You don’t call to listen to me anymore,” I state.
“That’s because I get enjoyment from your company. All your company.” After a moment, he adds, “You sound off.”
“I am off. I’m eating popcorn and watching horror movies. It’s really putting me off.”
“Of what?”
“Men,” I reply, smiling to myself.
“I hope not this one.”
My smile drops.
I hate that I like hearing his voice.
I hate it a lot.
This man tried to suffocate me.
Fuck me to death.
I mean, come on?
My childhood really messed me up.
“I called to tell you this will be the last time we talk.”
“Why?”
“It’s not you I want.”
My mouth opens in shock. What?
“I told you before that I met someone.”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Well, I’m at her door right now, and I hope to God she will let me in.” My heart rate picks up. Getting up off the couch, I drop the popcorn on the floor and almost drop my phone too. “But I had to tell you first. I had to tell you this is it.”
“Okay…”
“Goodnight, Sage.”
And then the line goes dead, and a knock sounds on my door. I freeze, thinking if I stay quiet he’ll go away, but then he knocks again. And again.
“Your lights are on, Alaska, and I can see you standing there.”
Right, of course, if I can see the outline of his head through the door, it means he can see me too.
“Fuck off,” I shout.
“Come out and speak to me.”
“No.”
“You can’t still be mad.”
“Oh, I’m fucking livid,” I yell. “I warned you what would happen if I saw you again.”