Page 9 of Abel

Blood.

My pressure was skyrocketing and I was on the verge of blacking out, only I willed that shit back down because one thing they got me was… Fucked up.

“Jake, what the fuck is she talking about? And, bitch, you better take two steps away from my man if you don’t want to be flayed out like my piece of steak here because I’m two seconds away from grabbing that knife and giving you what you’re asking for. The fuck do you think you are?” I asked, voice rising at the same time I got out of my seat, grabbed the knife, and came around the table. “How dare you say those vile things to me. You don’t know me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, honey. You’re out of your league here. Tell her, Jake.” She stepped behind Jake, as if I wouldn’t stab that mother fucker just to get to her.

“Yes, Jake, tell me what this bitch is talking about.” I barked ready to bite, shifting the knife from one hand to the other. I bet I look crazy, it’s because I am. Nobody, and I mean nobody would make a fool out of Ivy Huntington.

“Evie,” he laughed and it showed his weakness. How did I not see it before? “This is Jane, she’s been my on-again, off-again girlfriend for the past ten years.” At the mention of that, I came fucking unglued.

“You’ve been playing us both? Stringing me along all this time? Mother fucker, do you have a death wish?” I asked, lunging with the knife in hand, ready to stick it in his belly, but someone grabbed me before I was able to jab him.

Ugh, I can’t believe how stupidly I reacted. I’m not sure what I would have done if I actually pierced Jake’s skin rather than being stopped. I haveneveracted that way in my life, but the way they played me was uncalled for. I was so humiliated and ashamed.

The smile etched on her porcelain, white skin after saying he would never marry a woman of color hurt, but I wasn’t gonna let them see. I was absolutely disgusted, and to make matters even worse… He didn’t stop her from saying it. The same man that stopped me from stabbing him is the same man that escorted me out of that place and back home.

Only when I got there, I found out it was no longer my home.Shehad the locks changed and some of my things were waiting for me on the front lawn. She had to have been cleaning house while he wined and dined me.

That fucking bitch!

But I showed them.

I knew for a fact he liked to keep the bedroom window unlocked and I could easily slip in. What I had planned, I didn’t need to sneak in because I could get it done with the flick of my wrist.

Literally.

I smile at the memory of me tossing that match inside, running off into the night as the little, one-bedroom house caught on fire.

“Ha! Fuck with Ivy Huntington, and your life willneverbe the same.” I laugh, praying he felt my wrath. Not really giving a single fuck. He’ll never understand the amount of pain I felt by his actions.

No matter how much I laugh from the events of that night, the tears always come to haunt me because I wasted all my time on that piece of shit.

“God, I am such an idiot.” I scream, slamming the pillow over my face, howling into the fluffy goodness. “What am I gonna do now?”

My door swings open and in walks my best friend and his boyfriend. “Honey, we’ll tell you what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna get those sweet cheeks up, clean this room, take a shower, and then you and I are going out to celebrate the upcoming new year.” Ugh, I don’t want to do anything but continue throwing myself a pity party.

“No.” I growl like the wild animal I am, sitting up just to grab the covers, pull them back over my head, and hide. Snuggling deeper, feeling the cool mattress dim the fire burning my body, I try to ignore Cam.

Key word… Try.

Smacking my ass before plopping on the bed beside me he says, “No? I don’t think so. We’re tired of you sulking around here like you lost your damn puppy.” In a way I did, but I don’t say that. “You’ve cut class and ignored all other adult responsibilities like showering.”

“Technically I didn’t cut classes since we’re on winter break. As far as everything else goes, I have responsibilities, but I’m following in the footsteps of my parents and saying fuck adulting.” I grunt to which he ignores me.

“Just because they both ran off doesn’t mean you get to give up so easily.” What? That’s exactly what it means.

My father’s just a sperm-donating prick that denied me from the beginning. After my mother left, he dropped me off at my grandma’s and basically pretended I never existed.

My mother is no different.

The covers being ripped off my body makes me turn around, sit up to face the culprit. Staring into Cam’s handsome face with those big, blue, doe eyes of his, begging me to agree to whateverhe says. “Cam don’t you and Travis have plans this evening?” Please say yes. I just want to be alone to enjoy my pain.

“Actually, I’m on call this evening.” Travis answers. He’s older than us and a doctor at Jersey City Medical Center. “So, no plans for us, but, honey, you should really get up and out of here. It smells like swamp ass.” He winces, looking around for the culprit behind the smell before his eyes settle back on me. “Oh, sorry… It’s you.” I smile… He gets me.

“Don’t be rude.” Cam says.

“It’s okay, because I said the same thing.” Sighing, I continue. “Guys, what the fuck am I gonna do? He kicked me out, so I burned his place down… Hello arson. I’m homeless, jobless, boyfriendless. Basically you could say I’m fucked.” Groaning, laying my head in my hands, I think about how this is my life now.

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