calm myself down and refrain from breaking my new phone. Go figure. I finally decide to call the dick and he doesn’t answer. I made sure to keep my original number so it’s not like it’s a fucking surprise who’s calling. I make sure to leave a short and sweet message.
“Hey, it’s Seth, your prodigal son. If you have any redeeming qualities in your scandalous ass you will meet me at the little coffee shop at 7 th and Boston in an hour.” I really hate having to ask this man for any damn favors, but Mallory is seriously worth it. I would probably do anything for her but be with her. It’s obvious I’m not good for her. Plus, I have my fucking band depending on me. Music will always be my life. I belong on that stage. All the other bullshit just isn’t for me. I’m done pretending that it can be. It’s time to fully disconnect myself from this wannabe life and fully immerse myself back into my music. I make my way inside and take a seat in the far back corner and call Derek while I wait.
“Hey bro. Welcome back to the twentieth century. What’s up?” Derek is definitely one of those people who would die without his phone.
“Nothing. Are you gonna be around later? I plan on stopping by before I have to head out of town.”
“Yeah, I was expecting you to stop by last night, but you never did and I obviously didn’t have a way to get ahold of your Flintstone ass,” he chuckles. “Are you against driving vehicles that require gas instead of the use of feet as well?”
Sometimes I wonder if we are really even related. “Sure, something like that. I’ll be over in about an hour or two. I’m meeting up with Doug.” I fake cough while quickly saying, “I stayed with Mallory last night.”
“Dude, you might want to get something for that cough. Allergies are already kicking my ass.”
“Fuckin’ A Derek. You are sl-ow.” I let the word drag out of my mouth. “I said I stayed with Mallory last night.” I wait for him to freak out, but he doesn’t.
“Oh, well, how did that go?”
“Not very good.” I sigh. “I’ll see ya in a bit,” I say before hanging up.
As I sit here and wait for the sperm donor who knocked my mom up and then bailed out of being a father, I think about last night with Mallory. It was perfect. Even her falling asleep in my arms was perfect. What wasn’t perfect and the reason I’m even having Doug meet me was the nightmares she was having. I instantly knew they were about the incident that caused her to lose the baby. All I could do was wrap my arms around her a little tighter and try to calm her down by telling her ‘ it’s okay, I got you. ’ She had started to calm down some before she let out a cry, screaming, “Allison, NO!”
Thoughts of murder had instantly flooded my mind. I hadn’t seen Allison since she booked it from that dump of a chapel in Vegas over two weeks ago. But after hearing Mallory yell her name out in her sleep, it all made perfect sense. She had found the picture that had been dropped and never intended on showing me. Once the cat was out of the bag about her fucking trying to trap me into marrying her, she pretty much had nothing else to lose. I can totally see her going all, ‘ Bitch, if I couldn’t have his baby, like hell I’m gonna let you!' on Mallory. The idea of her pushing Mallory to what could have been her death rocks me to my core. I am solely responsible for everything — for the death of my baby…both of them. In all reality, it all stems back to me.
Doug’s limo makes sure to pull up front and center to let him out like he’s a fucking celebrity or something. Fuck that. I’m more of a star than he is. It’s crazy what you can do with money. He makes his way in, scanning the hole in the wall’s surroundings. The only time he probably steps into an establishment such as this is to confirm it needs to be destroyed and turned into an uppity scale spa or some shit.
He takes a seat across from me and smiles. “I have
“Hey, it’s Seth, your prodigal son. If you have any redeeming qualities in your scandalous ass you will meet me at the little coffee shop at 7 th and Boston in an hour.” I really hate having to ask this man for any damn favors, but Mallory is seriously worth it. I would probably do anything for her but be with her. It’s obvious I’m not good for her. Plus, I have my fucking band depending on me. Music will always be my life. I belong on that stage. All the other bullshit just isn’t for me. I’m done pretending that it can be. It’s time to fully disconnect myself from this wannabe life and fully immerse myself back into my music. I make my way inside and take a seat in the far back corner and call Derek while I wait.
“Hey bro. Welcome back to the twentieth century. What’s up?” Derek is definitely one of those people who would die without his phone.
“Nothing. Are you gonna be around later? I plan on stopping by before I have to head out of town.”
“Yeah, I was expecting you to stop by last night, but you never did and I obviously didn’t have a way to get ahold of your Flintstone ass,” he chuckles. “Are you against driving vehicles that require gas instead of the use of feet as well?”
Sometimes I wonder if we are really even related. “Sure, something like that. I’ll be over in about an hour or two. I’m meeting up with Doug.” I fake cough while quickly saying, “I stayed with Mallory last night.”
“Dude, you might want to get something for that cough. Allergies are already kicking my ass.”
“Fuckin’ A Derek. You are sl-ow.” I let the word drag out of my mouth. “I said I stayed with Mallory last night.” I wait for him to freak out, but he doesn’t.
“Oh, well, how did that go?”
“Not very good.” I sigh. “I’ll see ya in a bit,” I say before hanging up.
As I sit here and wait for the sperm donor who knocked my mom up and then bailed out of being a father, I think about last night with Mallory. It was perfect. Even her falling asleep in my arms was perfect. What wasn’t perfect and the reason I’m even having Doug meet me was the nightmares she was having. I instantly knew they were about the incident that caused her to lose the baby. All I could do was wrap my arms around her a little tighter and try to calm her down by telling her ‘ it’s okay, I got you. ’ She had started to calm down some before she let out a cry, screaming, “Allison, NO!”
Thoughts of murder had instantly flooded my mind. I hadn’t seen Allison since she booked it from that dump of a chapel in Vegas over two weeks ago. But after hearing Mallory yell her name out in her sleep, it all made perfect sense. She had found the picture that had been dropped and never intended on showing me. Once the cat was out of the bag about her fucking trying to trap me into marrying her, she pretty much had nothing else to lose. I can totally see her going all, ‘ Bitch, if I couldn’t have his baby, like hell I’m gonna let you!' on Mallory. The idea of her pushing Mallory to what could have been her death rocks me to my core. I am solely responsible for everything — for the death of my baby…both of them. In all reality, it all stems back to me.
Doug’s limo makes sure to pull up front and center to let him out like he’s a fucking celebrity or something. Fuck that. I’m more of a star than he is. It’s crazy what you can do with money. He makes his way in, scanning the hole in the wall’s surroundings. The only time he probably steps into an establishment such as this is to confirm it needs to be destroyed and turned into an uppity scale spa or some shit.
He takes a seat across from me and smiles. “I have
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