fucked any girl that would have me, I wasn’t lying. And a lot of girls did. It didn’t matter the age either, so long as she was my age or older. I was fifteen when I fucked a twenty-eight-year-old woman. She was a neighbor of ours. She was married but her husband was gone all the time. She would always watch me out the window when I was in the backyard mowing the lawn with my shirt off. Even back then I was fit and tanned.
My parents and Chris were gone one day while I was trimming the apple tree we had out back. The neighbor lady came over with a glass of ice water. We ended up in my bed screwing. Each time I had sex with a girl, I was never satisfied. I was able to finish, but I had to work hard at it.
Finally, at sixteen, I said fuck it and didn’t try anymore. I officially moved my attempts to guys. After my first time with a guy, I knew that was it, there was no going back. And I haven’t been back since.
“Have you ever been with a girl?” I ask Andrew.
“Yep. Once. Years ago.” That’s all he says, but I can tell by the softness of his eyes there’s more to the story. I won’t push him to tell me more if he doesn’t want to, but it leaves me curious.
Our conversation is interrupted by the ringing of my phone. I pull it out of my pocket and look at the screen. I don’t recognize the number but know it’s from back home.
Thinking it may have something to do with my parents, I answer. “Hello?”
“Hello, Jase. Long time, no see,” comes a voice I never wanted to hear again. “Where you hiding at these days?”
My body goes stiff, and I immediately get up from the bench. I take a few steps away from Andrew to stand beneath a tree. I really don’t want him to hear this conversation. It’s shit he doesn’t need to know about yet. There’ve been a couple times he’s asked me about my life back in Georgia, but I always deflect the questions.
“What the fuck do you want, Damien?” I hiss quietly into my phone.
I peek over my shoulder and see Andrew’s eyes glued to me. He hasn’t gotten up from his seat yet, but his body is tight, likes he’s ready to pounce at the slightest provocation.
“Oh, you know just what I want. And I’m coming to get it. How are you enjoying your last days of freedom?” Damien laughs in my ear and it grates on my nerves.
“Fuck you, Damien. It’s a wasted effort. You won’t find me.”
“Oh, see, that’s where you’re wrong, baby. When I want something, I get it. How’s that pretty redheaded sister of yours?”
My blood runs cold at the mention of Chris. He has no reason to believe I’m with her. Unless he already knows. The whole time I was with him, I only mentioned her a couple of times. I purposely kept it that way, because I knew he was into some fucked-up shit. I didn’t want him to think Chris and I were close, and therefore, a bargaining tool if it went bad between us.
Not sure which direction he’s going, I feign ignorance, hoping he’s not implying what I think he is. “I have no idea. I haven’t seen her in almost two years.”
“Come on now, Jase. You don’t think I’m stupid, do you? I know you just saw her yesterday.”
Son of a bitch!
“You stay the hell away from my sister, you motherfucker,” I snarl into the phone. “She’s got nothing to do with this.”
I hear his chuckle on the other end and it grates on my nerves. I want to reach through the phone, wrap my hands around his throat, and squeeze the fucker until his head pops off. What the hell did I ever see in this guy?
“I think it’s quite fair, don’t you? An eye for an eye,” he says, the laughter in his voice replaced by venom. “You took something of mine that I loved. Now it’s my turn. Emilio isn’t happy, either.”
Fuck Emilio. Fuck Damien. Fuck every last one of them. I don’t give a shit if they’re happy or not. I just care about protecting my sister.
“I’m warning you, Damien, leave my sister alone. That bastard brother of yours
My parents and Chris were gone one day while I was trimming the apple tree we had out back. The neighbor lady came over with a glass of ice water. We ended up in my bed screwing. Each time I had sex with a girl, I was never satisfied. I was able to finish, but I had to work hard at it.
Finally, at sixteen, I said fuck it and didn’t try anymore. I officially moved my attempts to guys. After my first time with a guy, I knew that was it, there was no going back. And I haven’t been back since.
“Have you ever been with a girl?” I ask Andrew.
“Yep. Once. Years ago.” That’s all he says, but I can tell by the softness of his eyes there’s more to the story. I won’t push him to tell me more if he doesn’t want to, but it leaves me curious.
Our conversation is interrupted by the ringing of my phone. I pull it out of my pocket and look at the screen. I don’t recognize the number but know it’s from back home.
Thinking it may have something to do with my parents, I answer. “Hello?”
“Hello, Jase. Long time, no see,” comes a voice I never wanted to hear again. “Where you hiding at these days?”
My body goes stiff, and I immediately get up from the bench. I take a few steps away from Andrew to stand beneath a tree. I really don’t want him to hear this conversation. It’s shit he doesn’t need to know about yet. There’ve been a couple times he’s asked me about my life back in Georgia, but I always deflect the questions.
“What the fuck do you want, Damien?” I hiss quietly into my phone.
I peek over my shoulder and see Andrew’s eyes glued to me. He hasn’t gotten up from his seat yet, but his body is tight, likes he’s ready to pounce at the slightest provocation.
“Oh, you know just what I want. And I’m coming to get it. How are you enjoying your last days of freedom?” Damien laughs in my ear and it grates on my nerves.
“Fuck you, Damien. It’s a wasted effort. You won’t find me.”
“Oh, see, that’s where you’re wrong, baby. When I want something, I get it. How’s that pretty redheaded sister of yours?”
My blood runs cold at the mention of Chris. He has no reason to believe I’m with her. Unless he already knows. The whole time I was with him, I only mentioned her a couple of times. I purposely kept it that way, because I knew he was into some fucked-up shit. I didn’t want him to think Chris and I were close, and therefore, a bargaining tool if it went bad between us.
Not sure which direction he’s going, I feign ignorance, hoping he’s not implying what I think he is. “I have no idea. I haven’t seen her in almost two years.”
“Come on now, Jase. You don’t think I’m stupid, do you? I know you just saw her yesterday.”
Son of a bitch!
“You stay the hell away from my sister, you motherfucker,” I snarl into the phone. “She’s got nothing to do with this.”
I hear his chuckle on the other end and it grates on my nerves. I want to reach through the phone, wrap my hands around his throat, and squeeze the fucker until his head pops off. What the hell did I ever see in this guy?
“I think it’s quite fair, don’t you? An eye for an eye,” he says, the laughter in his voice replaced by venom. “You took something of mine that I loved. Now it’s my turn. Emilio isn’t happy, either.”
Fuck Emilio. Fuck Damien. Fuck every last one of them. I don’t give a shit if they’re happy or not. I just care about protecting my sister.
“I’m warning you, Damien, leave my sister alone. That bastard brother of yours
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