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This is going to be a slightly uncomfortable night. For my dick…
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Isaiah age 27
“I’m gonna get out of here,” I tell Anton as I grab my keys off the counter.
“Now?” he asks, eyes going wide. “Sapphire will be here soon,” he says, holding his phone up as if that's supposed to mean something specific. “Why would you leave now?” He stares me down, and I freeze. I can’t exactly tell him the fucking truth, can I?
“I was just gonna grab some food for everyone and stock the fridge, but I can wait till after she gets here.” I shrug, like it’s no big deal. Thankfully, my best friend is too flustered to notice I’m lying.
“Oh, okay. Yeah, wait, so you can ask what she likes.” He turns away from me, and faces the door, like she’ll kick it down any second.
“Right.” I toss the keys back on the counter and head for the couch. I sit still, refusing to fidget. I’m not nervous. I’m not anxious. Not the least bit eager to ask the girl I fell for, after one night, why the fuck she bailed on me.
I would have taken care of her. She wouldn’t let Antonio, but I could have. Instead, she fucking ghosted me. Stayed with bitch ass Thad.
I tried to reach her a few times, but unless I wanted it to be obvious, I really couldn’t. Then Antonio mentioned she was living with Thad. So, I gave up. Stopped acting like a stalker. Tried to replace her.
I tried to find a girl to settle down with. Instead, I found that no one wants to date a guy like me. I’m only good enough for one night, I guess.
I’m about to be thirty in a few years, and I haven’t found anyone to fill that empty hole in my life.
There was one girl, right after Sapphire. She was pregnant. Thought I was the dad. At first, I was happy, hell I was over the moon, until the kid was born, and it was clear I wasn’t the dad. She and I both have blonde hair. The kid had flaming red hair, and I tried to convince myself he could still be mine. Two weeks later, a ginger dude showed up at my door looking for his ex, and the little red-headed baby she birthed.
We did a paternity test, just in case.
Now here I am. Solidly hiding my breeding kink from every woman I’ve met for the last five years and jacking off to thoughts of the first girl I felt comfortable enough to come inside.
Fuck. I’m a mess. Jer and Zach are no better off. One gets off on chicks tying him up and degrading him, and the other likes getting his ass beat while he fucks.
Our parents seriously fucked us up.
The front door opens, and Zach steps in first, followed by Jer. No Sapphire.
“Sorry, man, we tried to call,” Jer says, looking grim. Fuck.
“Where is she?” Anton asks, but Jer shakes his head.
“She’s not coming.”
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Sapphire age 25, two years later
I tie my blue hair up in a bun, frustrated with the little strands that tickle my nose. I shove every piece of clothing I can possibly fit into my suitcase, frantic to get the fuck out of here. It took me forever to clean the blue dye out of the shower. I didn’t want a single speck left behind. None of these people would suspect blue fucking hair. ‘It’s not proper,’ or whatever bullshit my stepfather would spew.
Thad is gone for the weekend, and now is the best chance I’m going to get. His grandmother died and left most of her stuff to me. Apparently, the lawyer had instructions not to tell anyone other than me. The wedding is supposed to be in two months. No fucking way is that happening.
So, while everyone is away planning her funeral, claiming her belongings like vultures, hoping they’re the ones she left her fortune to, I am packing my shit and heading to the cottage she left me. It's in a small town, one I've heard about before.
It's where my stepbrother and his three best friends live now. Ever since I heard the name Sweet Flower, I knew that was a place I’d fall in love with if I ever got the chance to visit. I’ve been imagining myself there for nearly two years…
I suspect they moved there, or at least that my stepbrother did, because he wanted to be close to his grandma. It makes sense, considering what jerks the rest of our family are. She got sick shortly after I attempted to run away two years ago and failed.
She also had a mansion in our hometown, which she no longer used. That she left to someone else. Maybe, my stepfather, I don't really know or care. All I care about is getting the fuck out of here. She also left me some money, the heaven-sent angel that she is. Was…
I don't know how, but I think she knew that her grandson was abusing me. I was always so careful to hide my bruises. Maybe she saw them anyway.
