Chapter 9-1
955 Words
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I’m upset.
Agitated.
The twins are relentless in their efforts to butt into my business. Kai will be here any day, and I’ve reached out to Hae-in as if he’s a lifeline.
Why?
It’s been two days since I’ve spoken to Finn and Sawyer. According to Finn, they’re landing this afternoon.
“Hey, honey, you coming with?” I look up and see Anna twirling her car keys in hand. She’s wearing a cute jumpsuit with a shiny silver belt. I came dressed down today. I wasn’t expecting to go anywhere. I’ve barely started working again.
“I thought Jackson was sending a car?”
Anna twirls her keys again and winks. “I’m the car Jackson is sending. We made a deal.” She smiles wide and I can only imagine the deal those two made. “So, get your booty out of the chair and come with me to get your men.”
I glare up at Anna. “The twins are not mine.”
“Well, we gotta go grab us two fine-a*s men then.”
“I’m sure Jackson wants to hear you say that,” I tease.
“Heck, no. He knows he’s the only one.”
“Really, Sofia.” I reference a movie we watched as kids. Anna looks my way and starts walking toward me with her hand held high. She looks almost serious. But she can’t help the twitch of her lips. We stare at one another for a second and both burst into a fit of giggles.
“Come on, girl, grab your purse.”
We make our way over to the airport. The drive isn’t as long as I would have liked for it to be. I don’t want to deal with Sawyer or Finn. I’m still pissed off at them.
“Hey.” Anna breaks into my thoughts.
“Hmm.”
“You know, I’m here for you, right? If you need time, take it.”
I look over at Anna, who watches the road as she maneuvers through the parking lot. Last year this time, she and I were both complaining about being pregnant. She was much further along than I was, but it was nice having someone else who understood what my body was going through.
“Thanks, Annabelle.”
“You’re welcome, honey.”
She turns and winks at me.
Trying not to be obvious, I attempt to change the subject.
“Is Lola going to be okay?”
“Yeah, even though she’s acting wild, she’s hurting on the inside.”
Annabelle is right. Lola is hurting. Lyric’s idea backfired. The plan was to hand out flyers, and we did. The problem was the flyers ended up in Sunday School as well. Little kids had no business finding out their Sunday School teacher was a ho. Dallas Johnson’s eight-year-old daughter is not only cute, but she’s also smart. When the flyers reached her little hands, she’d held on until Sunday service. She waited until service was ending, when Pastor Kennedy called the little ones up in front of the congregation to sing a song. We had no clue Dallas Johnson’s little girl would read word for word what was on the flyer.
To all who didn’t know, and for all who know. Viola Davis is a ho. And not just any old ho. She eats her ho cakes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with a side of a******y. She will eat them, eat them if she can, she will suck them here or there. Viola will f**k your man anywhere.
The silence among the churchgoers was frightening. Chanty and Lyric could barely hold in their laughter. But I understood the of the situation and immediately regretted the role I played. Our only saving grace is that Jackson Storme is now part of the family. I’m sure picking up the twins is one of many ways he is getting his payback.
“I don’t blame Lola for hiding her feelings.” The last few days I’ve kept myself busy trying not to allow my pain to consume me. I haven’t gone into their room. I keep it locked. It’s an invisible barrier of icy cold gloom. My fear of what I must face on the other side keeps me from opening the door not only to the room but to my true feelings.
“Jackson and Rudy are helping Bear move his stuff out.”
I smirk.
Serves his a*s right. Lola is outspoken and can be a little rough. But she loves with her whole being. She helped raise me and Chantelle when our parents were on the outs. No family is simple. Everyone does not get along all the damn time. But family is family. You don’t f**k over your family, and that’s what Bear did. The slimy bastard.
“Don’t tell me he’s moving in with Viola?” I turn in my seat to watch for Anna’s response.
“Nope. He wouldn’t dare. He found an apartment.”
There aren’t many apartment complexes in Beauville.
“Washington Heights off of Cornwall.”
“Guess he can’t afford anything better.”
Anna shakes her head. “Lola cleaned out their joint account. Couldn’t close it, but she emptied as much as she could and kept fifty dollars in there. Jackson had to loan him some money until he gets paid.”
“Why did he do that? And what is Lo doing with all that money?”
Anna looks straight ahead, but I noticed her hands clutching the steering wheel tight.
“Right? Why would he help? I was so mad it’s like he’s condoning the shit.”
I nod. “What about the money?”
“She wrote a check to the Sloth Sanctuary in Costa Rica.”
I burst into laughter, clapping my hands. “Good for Lola.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with men. Sticking their d***s in rotten fish holes.”
“Gross, Anna.”
“You know Viola’s vag stank. How could it not, she’s had so much d**k, it wouldn’t surprise me if her s**t was just worn the f**k out, like sagging lips.”
“I don’t care to know.” I laugh again. “But whatever keeps them men coming back. I wish she’d share.”
Anna and I both stop talking, look at one another and say at the same time.
“Hell no.”
“Hell no.”
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