AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I'm good, little bro.” He laughs. “Take it easy, nighty night.”
Chapter 3
Callum
I wake to the smell of eggs and bacon. My stomach grumbles and I nearly fall off my bed. It's a queen size bed but I always tend to sleep on one side close to the edge. The other half of the bed always remains neatly made. I pull my sweatpants over my hips, not bothering with a shirt and head out to the kitchen.
“Morning, sleepy head,” Cole turns and says.
“Are you cooking breakfast?” I ask, shocked.
“Does it smell that fucking bad?”
“No, no. It smells amazing. I never make myself breakfast. I usually skip it or I go to Betty’s Diner in town.”
“Well, today's your lucky day, little bro. Don't get used to it though. I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing, but I really wanted some bacon. I hope you don't mind, I took your truck to get some groceries and had to take some money.”
I want to scold him for taking my truck without asking or telling me again, but I bite my tongue. He did after all just make us breakfast.
“I can give you more cash to hold you over for a bit till we get you a job,” I offer.
“Thanks Callum. Have a seat. Eat up. And I don't want to hear it if you find beard hair in your eggs. I did my best.” He smiles innocently and hands me a plate of two eggs and a large helping of hot sizzling bacon.
My mouth waters.
“Hey, let’s go out tonight. A bar or something. I need to get laid. I need to feel the warmth of a pussy. I think you could use some too,” Cole suggests.
I laugh. “Sure, we can go down to Sticks & Stones and find you some bottom of the barrel pussy.”
“Ah, you know how I like em kid.”
I roll my eyes. “We’ll head out around eight.”
I wouldn't say Sticks & Stones is the sleaziest bar around, there’s definitely worse, but it’s certainly not the nicest. I just know it’s usually where hookers like to hang out as well as women who don't charge and willingly offer up their holes for free. It will be perfect for Cole.
I doubt Cole will have to pay to get his dick off tonight. Back in the day the ladies loved my older brother. Although I'm a few inches taller, Cole is wider and a bit stockier. Any muscles he had back then has only increased during his time in prison where working out seems to have been his favorite pastime. He’s let his beard grow out a bit longer but it's still neatly kept and it certainly doesn't look like he’s balding any time soon with that head full of dark brown hair. My own hair is a similar style, short on the sides and a little longer on top, though mine is always a bit disheveled compared to his well-groomed locks. I swear I own a comb. Now and then a few unruly strands fall, nearly reaching my eye and I have to swipe them back. I should probably get a haircut soon.
Cole has eyes that have always gotten complimented. They are a dark, deep blue while mine are a much lighter blue, resembling ice, which have received compliments as well but mostly comments of them being “freaky” and “unusual”. Apparently I share the same eyes as my mother. However, I don't remember her. She died when I was three years old. She had fallen in the shower and was knocked unconscious. Her hair ended up clogging up the drain and the tub filled with water and she drowned. Cole was the one to find her. He ran for our dad down the hall who had been passed out drunk on his recliner when he should have been watching me.
Maybe, just maybe, if he was conscious he could have heard our mother fall and saved her.
I wish I had pictures of my mother. But our father burned every last one of them telling us it was better to erase her and completely forget so we could spare ourselves the pain. If only it were that easy. I was too young to remember but Cole wasn't. He remembered, he never forgot. Burning all her pictures only opened a door for more darkness to trickle deep into Cole and it continued to grow through the years with our abusive piece of shit father. Although he has always tried to hide it, I could see that darkness behind his eyes back then and I still see it now.
We find two seats at the end of the bar with a view of the whole layout. There's no smoking allowed inside, but it still manages to reek of cigarettes. Cole is the smoker. Our dad made us try when we were kids and I ended up gagging and throwing up. Never touched another one again, although the hot end of one touched my skin more times than I can count.
“Alright kid, take a look around. Claim one before I do.”
“I’m all set, Cole. They're all yours, big guy,” I say with a tap to his arm.
“Oh come on. You can't let me have all the fun.”
“I insist. Truly. You can claim all these top-notch women,” I sarcastically say. “I’ll be your wingman.”
“Alright then wingman, get to work.”
Cole gets up first with his beer in hand and begins to walk the place mingling here and there. I watch as the women in this place look at him like a god. One is already rubbing his biceps and probably asking him if he’s packing other large things on him. I roll my eyes. He doesn't need a wingman. He’s got this covered and I need some damn fresh air already.
I chug down the rest of my beer and head to the door. Cole has his arms around two busted up looking blondes as I walk past him. He gives me a wink and I just shake my head and laugh as I push open the door.
