Page 35 of Wreckage of My Life
“Not surprised she needed this much sleep,” I insert myself into their business. “Ow, fuck,” I gasp for air when I move a little too fast.
Ali gives me some shit over it, telling me basically that I deserve it, and Wyatt laughs like her little lap dog. They head to the kitchen where I know he’s dying to show her what he made for breakfast.
“Maybe you should feed her, too,” I can’t help commenting. Neither one of them responds, just continue talking like I’m invisible.
“I can hear you both, just so you know,” I announce. “I hope this weird flirting you’re doing won’t turn into more anytime soon,” I add as a warning. “I had enough of it last night.” Because they’re just ridiculous and someone needs to call them out on their shit.
They finally come into the living room, and I tease them some more, then respond to Ali’s question to Wyatt about how I was doing when she thought I couldn’t hear her.
“I am medicated and high as fuck, but I still ache like a motherfucker.”
She looks me over with shrewd eyes, buying herself some time as she mulls over how she wants to extract information from me.
“What happened last night?” She is direct, and I respect that.
I keep my face completely expressionless when I answer her. “A squirrel cut me off, and I tried to avoid hitting it.”
“What are you doing here in Illinois?” she shoots her next question. “A little far from Texas, isn’t it?”
I laugh at that, but then am reminded of my situation when my ribs send shooting pain in my side.
“Am I not allowed to come visit with my brother?”
“Sure you are,” she nods with a serious face, not buying anything I’m telling her. “But what were you doing out there in the middle of nowhere, at night, if you’re here to hang out with your brother?”
I really like this girl, I realize with a start. She is perfect for Wyatt, and I wonder why he never did anything about her obvious crush on him until now.
“I was out for some fresh air.” I’d like to smirk, but I got no energy.
All of a sudden, I wonder what time it is. When Wyatt says noon, I am in complete panic. It’s so unlike me, I wonder if it’s because of the strong meds I’m on.
“I was supposed to meet Mia at one.” My eyes find Wyatt, asking him silently what the fuck I am supposed to do now.
“Who in the hell is Mia?” Ali explodes from the couch, turning to look at Wyatt like she may wanna kill him. Apparently, she saw them together one time and assumed they were hooking up. They go back and forth about it until he explains to her what the deal is. Needless to say, Ali is not impressed.
“Mia was a girl at Dylan’s clubhouse.”
“Like a country clubhouse?” She sounds suspicious, and fuck, it’s funny.
“Not exactly.” The pain from laughing shakes me to the core. “Fuck, that hurt. Don’t make me laugh anymore.”
“Al,” Wyatt starts in a cautious tone, “you know Dylan is in a…”
“Motorcycle gang,” she says with disgust. “Yeah, I gathered that couple of years ago. He looks like it too,” she points at me. I guess I should feel offended, but I don’t give a fuck, so there’s that.
She then starts questioning everything about the club, and I watch in horror and fascination as Wyatt tries to explain it all to her. That we are not a gang. It’s aclub.
“Fuck, this is gonna take a while,” I roll my eyes to the ceiling. “I may need another pill.”
By the time he finally gets back to Mia and what her role is in this whole fucked up story, I am over it.
“Mia used towork, for lack of a better word, for the club,” he gently explains. “She and Dylan used to…” Now he’s not sure how to put it delicately, so I help.
“Fuck,” I state. “We used to fuck,” I clarify when she jumps and stares at me. If she had pearls around her neck, she’d be clutching them right about now.
“Yeah, that,” Wyatt bursts into laughter. I am taken aback as I listen to the sound coming out of him. I am jealous and also happy to see that he became the person he wanted to be.
He starts explaining to his woman what my predicament is.
