13. Jordan
1525 Words
Placing her back in her bed I decided to call the ambulance, but realized it could affect her mental state more than it already was, I was stuck trying to help my mate, I felt lucky that she came back from her sleep, she tried to start defending her body’s actions when I stopped her.
“Please stop telling me your sorry, you don’t ever have to be sorry for having a panic attack, or anything you suffer from.” I helped her sit on her bed to continue with a warm smile that made her smile timidly back at me, and f**k was she cute.
“You had three strokes Victoria do you have any idea how lucky you are to have survived them?” Her timid smile faded and a sadness was clear to see in her expression.
Knowing she wasn’t going to let this go, I took her hand to caress it as I asked her, “How about you take a shower? I will be right here, and we will go on our date,” she looked more at ease from my words.
Getting up she placed herself in between my legs to bend a bit, hugging me by my neck I returned her affection, she sniffles a bit from how stuffy her nose was, having a panic attack is a horrible experience, and from what I know of the ones the humans get, it can be deadly, after a while she let go of meeting to go in her walk-in closet, taking out a simple pair of jeans, with a pink shirt I saw her take her sneakers.
This date is a bit more of a dress, with nice clothes, before she went in the bathroom she turned to ask me, “Is this okay?” She showed me what I already saw.
Shaking my head she goes back to the closet, “Do you have a dress? A nice one? Or do you want to go buy one? I don’t mind getting you one.” I asked her tentatively.
Victoria seemed nervous to reply, her body visibly shaking, “I can't pay for it, and I don’t want to make you use the money for silly things like that, I have some dresses maybe I can find one that works.” I walk into her closet to help her.
Inside I saw she didn’t have a lot of clothes, many of her things didn’t fit her anymore, the little she had that did fit wasn’t for this type of date when I went to see her on the other side, I saw military uniforms, all of them were in good shape, some even came from the drying, her husband had clothes like he was rich, whiles his wife had nothing.
This wasn’t going to work at all, looking around the closet she had a strip dress, and I didn’t see heels that would look good till I saw one pair of black ones, I turn to see her hugging herself.
“Not a high heels type of girl?” She shook her head.
“No I have lower scoliosis that hurt me when I wear them,” she walked to the end where there were shoes to take out some closed slippers.
I gave her a thumbs up, I knew she would look good in these, it was a start, but she needed clothes, she needed shoes, and she needed to leave this, but why the hell wasn’t she? She went into the bathroom. I went to walk out of the room, closing the door I saw boxes. I realized she was leaving but I wasn’t taking her, she didn’t know where I lived, or who the hall I was. If anything she only knew me that day at Walmart, and then again by the phone.
Walking to where the boxes are I saw they were addressed to a woman in Puerto Rico, Fajardo, that address wasn’t from around here. I took my phone out to search in google maps, and sure enough it shows me it’s a small Caribbean island on the fattest side of the golf of Mexico, it has other small islands around it, and it’s a continent of the USA, that is strange, seems the states own land legally. Victoria was leaving for an island, I remember she posted tropical pictures on her i********:, was this her homeland? Was she leaving the States to go back there? I had to stop her, I knew I could give her everything she ever wanted here, by my side.
Thinking of any way to get my mate my stay, I chose to follow her, if she couldn’t stay for reasons I didn’t know but I was going to find out, then I’ll gladly move the heavens and earth for her to stay by my side. I went back to sit down on the sofa when the door opened.
Victoria has shoulder-length hair, she had bad paint of red on it, it was starting to fade into pink, she had bags under her eyes, and was bloated around and all over her body as if it was being used somehow. I really couldn’t think of which way she was living, there was nothing I could see, nothing I could do now, but I would ask her later. I didn’t want to make things worse for her, I extended my hand to her.
“Ready to go? I want to take care of you, and you don’t need to think about paying me back, or anything like that. We can just have fun, I want you to feel like you can be happy because you really can, he is there, and you're leaving him.
Just like you said, please know I will protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you.” I take her in a hug she doesn’t fight, or move much.
When I let go, she looked at me with a torn expression, what happened to my Victoria was going to be my mission in finding out, she didn’t deserve this, nobody deserves to live a life of trauma and behave like it’s okay to live like that. Taking her hand we walk out of the room, in the car I open the door for her, she looked surprised at my gesture, but quickly entered, which was odd. She acted like I was going to smack her with the car door.
Remembering I had to file a complaint I took my cellphone out, I called to make the complaint only to be told this wasn’t the first time that neighbor was being reported, but I was asked a strange question.
“The roommate Jordan is he still living in the residence with the military gentleman with his wife?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
“I don’t believe he lives there anymore,” I looked in my car to see Victoria picking her lips skin.
“Well he is due for child support to his son, he has a week to inform the mother of such, and inform his roommates to follow up on his social case worker, we had been meaning to visit to learn of the current whereabouts,” I couldn’t reply to the receptionist because she hung up.
What the f**k was all that about? I walked in to get in my SUV, placed my belt, then looked at Victoria who was looking back at me with a worried expression.
“I made the complaint to the neighbor they would be evicting him shortly but there is a message from the police station for Jordan, his social worker informed them that he needs to pay his child support, from what I have seen he doesn’t live there anymore, any way to contact him?” She didn’t answer but took her cell and then texted someone.
Putting her cell away, she replied “Jordan and his wife blocked me from everywhere. I don’t know how to reach him, but my ex does, they play online. I know he will forward the message, thank you.” She gave me a small smile at me.
And I felt my heart soften, Victoria had a heart of gold, I just hate seeing her in so much pain, “want to tell me why they blocked you? What do you do to deserve that?” She bit her lips.
“Jordan has asked multiple times to sleep with me, and each time I said no, his wife was my friend but she rather takes his side over the truth, I guess once they finally got together they decided I wasn’t worth stringing along,” she looked to the side where the window was.
I felt like I wanted to punch the fucker, if this was in her face, what the f*****g hell was he doing behind her back? Or worse. This guy had a son, and he literary just left him to fend for himself because he wanted a better life than the one his son has. What a messed up piece of s**t for a male organ.
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