Page 11 of Romeo
Of fuckingcourse, Pops fired back.
Fucking pussies.
Of fuckingcourse, I went after the motherfucker that shot him. It was a fucking setup, so I had to take my own justice. The best part was that the pig was working with the Herd Boys, a gang that’s stirring up shit in our turf. Now he’s dead.
So, it was a win-win on two counts.
“Romeo, let’s get gone,” Fiend says, looking at me.
I look at him, trying to be strong.
“Yeah, I need a drink.”
We walk to our bikes and turn them on. We ride out of the cemetery with the roar of our bikes.
I walk into my room, and of fucking course, Cherry is waiting for me.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry for your loss,” Cherry says, walking to me.
I hug her tight, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her special scent. It’s like coming home, anchoring me from the spinning in my mind.
“He’s gone. Cherry, my Dad is gone, and I’m all alone.”
“Hell no! Baby, you’re not alone. I’m here with you. Always! Forever!”
“Stay with me, please.”
“Yes. I’m staying here with you.”
I kick off my boots and pull off my Cut, placing it on the chair. Cherry climbs onto my bed, and I slide in next to her. I pull her in my arms and bury my face in her hair. She gives me peace, quiets my mind, and lights my soul.
Four
Cherry
“How did your class go,” Candy asks, looking at me.
“I like it, but that fucking bitch Rose White, the one from the volleyball game, she’s in the class! It’s fucking unbelievable. I want to fucking kick her ass.”
“That’s not a good idea; you don’t want to get kicked out of that school.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Other than that stupid Rose, it’s going well. What I like the most is that Phlebotomy Technician training is short, and I should be working soon. I hope that by then, Kevin will claim me as his Old Lady,” I say, gathering my hair.
“Cherry, you need to stop waiting for Romeo because he fucks with anyone that has a pussy, and who knows, even with a dick. He’s hit on all the club whores,” Candy says, shaking her head.
“Fuck,” I yell, burying my face in my hands.
“I don’t see why you’re waiting for the motherfucker. Yeah, he’s hot as hell, but really, forget about him,” Candy says, filing her nails.
“I’m not because that motherfucker is mine, and he knows it,” I snap, grabbing the red nail polish.
“Fuck, you say that as if it’s really a fact,” Candy says, shaking her head.
“It is a fact; I know that he’s fucking around, but that’s because he refuses to touch me,” I huff, grabbing my nail polish.
“Well, there you go, he’s not interested because he fucks all the time,” Candy says, nodding.
“Yeah, I’ve seen him, and it hurts watching him get off,” I say, pursing my lips.
