Page 15 of Dylan
“What the fuck?” I growl.
Frustrated as fuck, I release this squirming chick so she can breathe. She falls back on her ass and leans against the back of the couch, gasping for air as her eyes water. She pouts at me but doesn’t look too put out.
Ignoring her, I reach for the mirror on the back of the couch that has my coke on it and snort a few lines, then run a hand under my nose.
“Keep on it. I need to get them back here,” I snarl.
“Dude, I’m not doing this for free. I need that payment before any work is continued.”
“Motherfucker, you haven’t done shit for me to pay you for. Are you forgetting the shit I have on you? Find what I need, or I’m going to fuck your entire life up.”
“Whatever,” he scoffs and hangs up.
“Fuck,” I scream and toss my phone across the room. “Everything is shit.”
“Are you okay, baby?”
I blink at the bitch sitting on the floor. I almost forgot she was here. I run a hand through my hair as I start to sweat and overheat. My heart is pounding.
I shake my head to clear it. When that doesn’t work, I stumble over to my drink on the table. I down the glass and turn to lean against the table.
“Come finish,” I say to the slut staring at me.
She’s pretty, but not my type. I only brought her home because Amy is a prude. She’s still holding out on me. I’ve been fucking around since we’ve been together.
I grunt and look up at the ceiling as my shit goes soft. I try to picture Cee-Cee and those amazing tits. If I don’t get her back here for nothing else, I want her back here so I can fuck her.
“Fuck,” I hiss as not even thoughts of her will get me hard again.
It’s not like this slut isn’t trying her best. I have too much shit on my mind. I fucked up bad. I fucked up real bad.
Lily wasn’t bluffing. Some real bad shit started happening after Cee-Cee and the brat left. The gym is in bad shape and Dad is broke as fuck.
Like, I know he’s always been shit with money. Forgetting to pay bills or just not paying them because he doesn’t feel like it. Going out to party first before making sure we were fed. Not saving anything in case we needed something for school or got sick.
Shit, Lily and I used to take money right out of his wallet, and he wouldn’t even notice. He would think he gambled or drank it away, but there was always cash coming in from somewhere other than the gym that kept things afloat. The gym and the money Cee-Cee brought in from the underground fights served as the cash we all blew through.
Now, everything has stopped. No Cee-Cee, no gym or fight money and wherever that other influx of cash was coming from seems to have dried up.
Dad was so pissed at me about Cee-Cee taking off I had to move in with Amy. Good thing I have her wrapped around my finger.
Amy might be older than me—closer to Lily’s age—but she isn’t too fucking bright. Cee-Cee has been gone for seven months, and I haven’t been able to find her. I’m trying to fix this shit, but in the meantime, I’ve been living with Amy and using her money for all my needs and habits.
Dad lost his shit on me. Things have been falling apart around here. I’ve watched my father go from panicked to almost terrified to relieved. However, today at the gym, he looked like he saw a ghost.
I’ve been trying to make sense of that look all day. I’ve been wondering if it had something to do with the group I ran into when I entered the gym. They were all blond and stood out.
The one with the big rack and blue eyes caught my attention, but there was something about them all that stopped me from trying to get her number.
I shake the thought off. I overheard Dad and Lily in the office arguing. Dad said something about doing what he needed to do to not lose the house and the gym. I couldn’t make out everything during their conversation, but the bits and pieces I got make me feel like this is all my fault.
I roar with anger and push this bitch on her ass. I then begin to toss the place. This is all so fucked. Everything is turning to shit and it’s all because of that bitch.
“Get out,” I bellow. “Get the fuck out.”
I drop to my knees and put my head in my hands. My heart is racing again. The door slams shut, and I grab at my chest and groan.
“Where the fuck are you? I’m going to make you pay for this when I get my hands on you,” I snarl.
