Page 49 of Rue

It was late evening when a man came in that made Geo stand up, pulling her to stand too. He hugged him in that half hug, half wrist-clasp thing he did to some people.

“So this is her, huh?” the man asked with a grin, looking down at Sailor. “Fuckin’ adorable and shit. How come we here and not the club, man? Since when do you bring this shit to your home?”

“His girl’s havin’ stress,” another man piped up. “Doc said she needs ta stay quiet ‘n comfortable or she’ll lose that baby. It’s barely…”

“Enough!” Geo spoke over him, irritated now. “None ‘a that talk. Rue, this my cousin, Fee. Fee, this is my Rue.”

“How far along?”

“Doc says September,” Geo grinned. “I’m gonna have me a boy.”

“It’s a boy?”

“Not for sure, but he better be! Bring us some fuckin’ tequila!” Geo called exuberantly. “When’s Del gettin’ here?”

“He’s got a stop, should be soon,” Fee chuckled. “Him ‘n Cheyenne.”

“Call Carlos! Tell ’m bring more alcohol here!” Geo called to Mig, his eyes shining. “C’mon,” he told Sailor, pulling her to sit with him as he threw himself back on the couch. “Sit with us, man! How’s shit across town?”

“Fuckin’ good man! You get my reports and your cut! You know shit’s good! So where’d you find this ‘lil bit here?” Fee asked, sitting on the other side of Sailor.

“Visitin’ her gramma ‘n shit where I was workin,” Geo chuckled. “She opened her fuckin mouth an’ had shit ta say. Didn’t like me makin’ her day hard.”

“Tiny ones are always mouthy,” Fee chuckled.

“So he raped me,” Sailor told Fee angrily, hating that Geo kept leaving that part out.

“Shit, brah! She got a ‘lil anger, huh? Ain’t broke her ‘a tha’ yet?”

Geo snorted. “She’ll fuckin’ learn… makes me fuckin’ laugh, though. Now. ‘Specially when she aims that mouth at someone else.”

“Bitch can aim that mouth here,” Fee chuckled, grabbing his crotch. “How old is she? Them some nice fuckin’ tits!”

“18. There they are! Drink up, man!” Geo yelled, handing his cousin his bottle as he drank straight out of the other.

Sailor felt sick, not liking where this was going. She didn’t want to be here and in his hands when he got drunk in a crowd.

“Can I go lay down?” she asked him quietly when he lowered the bottle.

“Nah, Rue you stay right here with me! We’re fixin’ to celebrate my fuckin’ BOY!” he laughed, then leaned in and kissed her.

“I don't feel well,” she told him honestly, her stomach churning as her body ached.

“You’ll be fine! Fool! Get ‘r a sprite!”

Sailor sighed but stayed quiet. Instead, she curled up, gripping her belly and laying her head on the couch.

Davon brought her a Sprite and what looked like two Tylenol, sitting on the coffee table in front of her to help her situp and take them. He said nothing but was gentle as he helped her, then eased her back.

Sailor grimaced as she pulled a muscle in her lower belly, the pain sharp and shooting. Trying to stay still, she breathed shallowly, trying to get through it. It eased after a few minutes and she lay there against the back of the couch feeling miserable as the men talked and laughed loudly.

When another man arrived who looked like a younger version of Fee, a girl with him, Geo stood again, pulling Sailor up with him. She grimaced and bit back a cry as the same spot cramped along the pulled muscle, but stayed quiet as Geo introduced her. Sitting back down, she curled up with her head on her knees, panting, Geo ignoring her as he talked with his cousins.

“Say?”

Davon's voice was right in her ear and she flinched, her muscle pulling again.

“Say, what’s wrong? Man, I think she needs to lay down in the quiet,” Davon told Geo.

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