Roxy and Reese? They’re married, yet she whores around like she doesn’t have an old man at all. What in the hell did she mean about Pebbles calling him Daddy?”
“It’s not my story to tell. One day, he’ll tell you himself. When he does, you’ll understand that he’s doing the only thing he can,” he says, running his hand over my hair.
I nod. “Reese is a good guy. He deserves better.”
“So do you.”
I cock my brow. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll tell you on your birthday,” he says, then leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.
When he does that, the vibe in the room changes. It’s so heavy that I can feel it. I jerk back and look across the room. Kidd is standing at the door looking furious. He starts to take a step towards Timber and me, but stops when Sarah walks up to him and wraps her arm around his waist. She reaches up and kisses on his jaw, but he doesn’t lose his tense look. When she’s done, she looks over and smiles at me. She then grabs his hand and pulls him out the door.
Timber places his chin on the top of my head and mumbles, “Yeah, you deserve better.”
CHAPT ER Nine
Jenna
It’s my birthday, and not a soul remembered. I’m eighteen, eight-fucking-teen, and I’m sitting here at the house all alone. I’m not upset with Chipper. He’s had more important things on his mind than my birthday. Mindy’s only been gone for two weeks, and Chipper’s still in as much pain as he was the day she took her last breath. I am too.
I deal by doing my best to take care of Chipper. I clean and cook, trying to keep everything just like it was when she was still healthy enough to do it herself. So far, Chipper hasn’t noticed. If he has, he hasn’t mentioned it.
Chipper deals by staying drunk off his ass. In the time that I’ve lived with him and Mindy, I had never seen him drunk. Sure, he would have a few from time to time. I’ve even seen him buzzed more than once, but never drunk. Since Mindy’s funeral, I haven’t seen him sober. He leaves as soon as he gets up and stumbles in after I’m in bed.
Mindy would hate to see him like this. She would also hate seeing me sitting here all alone. She wouldn’t want to know that we’re all grieving so hard, but she had to know it’d happen. When you lose someone as wonderful as her, there’s no way to keep from falling to pieces.
I’m standing in the kitchen frosting a cake. Yes, I’m making my own birthday cake. I don’t even want the damn thing. I know Mindy would want me to have one though, so I put on my big girl panties, and made her famous coconut cream cake. I’m just finishing up when I hear the front door open.
I jerk my head towards the living room and see Kidd standing there. “Hey, baby girl.”
Shit! I haven’t been alone with him since Mindy’s funeral. In fact, we haven’t even talked. I would have talked to him, but he was with that bitch, and I just can’t talk to him when they’re together. Being that they’re attached at the hip all of the time, I haven’t really talked to him much since he got back.
I really did try to like Sarah, but it was impossible. She hates me and makes no bones about it, so it’s hard to be friendly with her. Finally, I quit trying. I still wanted to be friends with Kidd, but that all changed after Mindy’s funeral. After what he did, turning his back on me again, I don’t want anything to do with either of them. I know Sarah is his woman, but I’m his friend. Friends are supposed to be there for each other. He hurt me in a way that I’m not sure I can ever get over.
He walks to me, stopping when his body hits mine. “Still not talking to me? Not even a hello?”
“Hi, Kidd,” I whisper, feeling uncomfortable at being so close to him.
He looks at the cake then back to me. “Happy birthday,
“It’s not my story to tell. One day, he’ll tell you himself. When he does, you’ll understand that he’s doing the only thing he can,” he says, running his hand over my hair.
I nod. “Reese is a good guy. He deserves better.”
“So do you.”
I cock my brow. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll tell you on your birthday,” he says, then leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.
When he does that, the vibe in the room changes. It’s so heavy that I can feel it. I jerk back and look across the room. Kidd is standing at the door looking furious. He starts to take a step towards Timber and me, but stops when Sarah walks up to him and wraps her arm around his waist. She reaches up and kisses on his jaw, but he doesn’t lose his tense look. When she’s done, she looks over and smiles at me. She then grabs his hand and pulls him out the door.
Timber places his chin on the top of my head and mumbles, “Yeah, you deserve better.”
CHAPT ER Nine
Jenna
It’s my birthday, and not a soul remembered. I’m eighteen, eight-fucking-teen, and I’m sitting here at the house all alone. I’m not upset with Chipper. He’s had more important things on his mind than my birthday. Mindy’s only been gone for two weeks, and Chipper’s still in as much pain as he was the day she took her last breath. I am too.
I deal by doing my best to take care of Chipper. I clean and cook, trying to keep everything just like it was when she was still healthy enough to do it herself. So far, Chipper hasn’t noticed. If he has, he hasn’t mentioned it.
Chipper deals by staying drunk off his ass. In the time that I’ve lived with him and Mindy, I had never seen him drunk. Sure, he would have a few from time to time. I’ve even seen him buzzed more than once, but never drunk. Since Mindy’s funeral, I haven’t seen him sober. He leaves as soon as he gets up and stumbles in after I’m in bed.
Mindy would hate to see him like this. She would also hate seeing me sitting here all alone. She wouldn’t want to know that we’re all grieving so hard, but she had to know it’d happen. When you lose someone as wonderful as her, there’s no way to keep from falling to pieces.
I’m standing in the kitchen frosting a cake. Yes, I’m making my own birthday cake. I don’t even want the damn thing. I know Mindy would want me to have one though, so I put on my big girl panties, and made her famous coconut cream cake. I’m just finishing up when I hear the front door open.
I jerk my head towards the living room and see Kidd standing there. “Hey, baby girl.”
Shit! I haven’t been alone with him since Mindy’s funeral. In fact, we haven’t even talked. I would have talked to him, but he was with that bitch, and I just can’t talk to him when they’re together. Being that they’re attached at the hip all of the time, I haven’t really talked to him much since he got back.
I really did try to like Sarah, but it was impossible. She hates me and makes no bones about it, so it’s hard to be friendly with her. Finally, I quit trying. I still wanted to be friends with Kidd, but that all changed after Mindy’s funeral. After what he did, turning his back on me again, I don’t want anything to do with either of them. I know Sarah is his woman, but I’m his friend. Friends are supposed to be there for each other. He hurt me in a way that I’m not sure I can ever get over.
He walks to me, stopping when his body hits mine. “Still not talking to me? Not even a hello?”
“Hi, Kidd,” I whisper, feeling uncomfortable at being so close to him.
He looks at the cake then back to me. “Happy birthday,
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