to fuel my body in the right way to keep it primed for the attempted beatings my fights could bring.
I was just savoring my first large bite full of greasy goodness, the cheese stringing out in a line as I pulled the sub back to set it down, my jaws working overtime to chew up the big bite so I could stuff another in when Kylee found her words.
“Sometimes I hate you so much it hurts JD.” Sadness radiated from her and that was it. That was her only comment before she resumed radio silence again, her eyes finding any focus but mine and it was like a rusty blade had been stabbed into my chest.
Of all the things I expected Kylee to say to me, many insults had been considered. I’d never expected that from her and it slayed me.
With a disgusted sigh, she tossed her fork to the table and rose from the booth, reached into her purse pulling out her wallet and removed several bills; slamming them on the table. “Sorry I bothered you.” Before I could get my shit together, my head still reeling at the words she tossed at me, she left the restaurant.
I sat there too stunned to move much less finish my sub. My heart said I needed to go after her but my body stayed still as if it knew it was the best thing. At least it was still loyal to me because that fucked up beating organ in my chest definitely was not, it never had been.
Chapter 4
I was wrecked. I kept up the same front I always had, calm, cool, angry, indifferent, and acerbic as hell; a demon training, worse than a demon would be getting in the cage. Yeah I was doing real well keeping up the I’m just the fuck fine so stay out of my fucking way or I will come down on you like a wrecking ball at a demolition site. It was no wonder Matt was sitting across the living room on the couch casting wary glances at me.
Two weeks and not a single word. I had scoured Bristow and had yet to run across Kylee. I had drawn a line in the proverbial sand about hitting up her parents house. I’d disappointed her parents enough after dropping out of college, having to admit to pissing off their daughter too was something I was willing to pass on. I had covered every other spot her feet might grace and nothing. Not a chance seeing, not a whisper of her being around and I was feeling like a douche stalker.
Matt stretched out on the sofa, his head twisting towards me. “Just call her man.”
I was tempted to throw the glass of bourbon I was holding in my hand at Matt’s head but I really needed the burn that glass would offer and his ass at my side for the fight. The bourbon was the only one I allowed myself before a fight and I wasn’t gonna waste it on Matt just because he was plucking my last nerve. It was barely a damn shot and more of a superstition than anything else. The little amount in the glass wasn’t going to do a damn thing for me but I’d been doing it since I’d been fighting at Cellar Door and I’d been winning. Even if I didn’t believe in fate, there was no sense in chancing it.
“Fuck off.” It had been my credo of late. Didn’t matter the comment or question, fuck off was the answer. What the hell had happened to me? Oh yeah that’s right…that dark haired, dark eyed nymph of a woman name Kylee Grace had come back home and handed my ass to me on a platter and shoved a hot iron through my chest while doing it. Worse….she hadn’t even warmed up yet. Yeah shit was just fine.
Matt jerked his head around at me, and scowled. “You know what, Kylee’s right. You’re an ass hole. Fuck you JD.”
“Been called worse by better. Find a new line.” I was too pissed to care what Matt thought. Was so far behind the walls I could build to give two shits what anyone else was caring about. All I wanted to do was fight. And straight fucking A I was getting ready for one finally. Tonight was going to be epic. Friday night fights, fucking loved them. I had so much energy flowing through me I thought I was going to explode.
Rising to my feet
I was just savoring my first large bite full of greasy goodness, the cheese stringing out in a line as I pulled the sub back to set it down, my jaws working overtime to chew up the big bite so I could stuff another in when Kylee found her words.
“Sometimes I hate you so much it hurts JD.” Sadness radiated from her and that was it. That was her only comment before she resumed radio silence again, her eyes finding any focus but mine and it was like a rusty blade had been stabbed into my chest.
Of all the things I expected Kylee to say to me, many insults had been considered. I’d never expected that from her and it slayed me.
With a disgusted sigh, she tossed her fork to the table and rose from the booth, reached into her purse pulling out her wallet and removed several bills; slamming them on the table. “Sorry I bothered you.” Before I could get my shit together, my head still reeling at the words she tossed at me, she left the restaurant.
I sat there too stunned to move much less finish my sub. My heart said I needed to go after her but my body stayed still as if it knew it was the best thing. At least it was still loyal to me because that fucked up beating organ in my chest definitely was not, it never had been.
Chapter 4
I was wrecked. I kept up the same front I always had, calm, cool, angry, indifferent, and acerbic as hell; a demon training, worse than a demon would be getting in the cage. Yeah I was doing real well keeping up the I’m just the fuck fine so stay out of my fucking way or I will come down on you like a wrecking ball at a demolition site. It was no wonder Matt was sitting across the living room on the couch casting wary glances at me.
Two weeks and not a single word. I had scoured Bristow and had yet to run across Kylee. I had drawn a line in the proverbial sand about hitting up her parents house. I’d disappointed her parents enough after dropping out of college, having to admit to pissing off their daughter too was something I was willing to pass on. I had covered every other spot her feet might grace and nothing. Not a chance seeing, not a whisper of her being around and I was feeling like a douche stalker.
Matt stretched out on the sofa, his head twisting towards me. “Just call her man.”
I was tempted to throw the glass of bourbon I was holding in my hand at Matt’s head but I really needed the burn that glass would offer and his ass at my side for the fight. The bourbon was the only one I allowed myself before a fight and I wasn’t gonna waste it on Matt just because he was plucking my last nerve. It was barely a damn shot and more of a superstition than anything else. The little amount in the glass wasn’t going to do a damn thing for me but I’d been doing it since I’d been fighting at Cellar Door and I’d been winning. Even if I didn’t believe in fate, there was no sense in chancing it.
“Fuck off.” It had been my credo of late. Didn’t matter the comment or question, fuck off was the answer. What the hell had happened to me? Oh yeah that’s right…that dark haired, dark eyed nymph of a woman name Kylee Grace had come back home and handed my ass to me on a platter and shoved a hot iron through my chest while doing it. Worse….she hadn’t even warmed up yet. Yeah shit was just fine.
Matt jerked his head around at me, and scowled. “You know what, Kylee’s right. You’re an ass hole. Fuck you JD.”
“Been called worse by better. Find a new line.” I was too pissed to care what Matt thought. Was so far behind the walls I could build to give two shits what anyone else was caring about. All I wanted to do was fight. And straight fucking A I was getting ready for one finally. Tonight was going to be epic. Friday night fights, fucking loved them. I had so much energy flowing through me I thought I was going to explode.
Rising to my feet
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