Page 45 of Defect
“Limited abilities?” I growled. “I took care of that bedroom without you. I can operate fine alone.”
“Cleaning out a bedroom is not the same as using your brain and yours isn’t the same as it used to be. You need to accept that. If you’d come to church and talk to the pastor like I’ve been telling you, maybe you could start on the road to acceptance and we could start to map out what life is going to look like for you from now on.”
“I’m not going to church to talk to the pastor. Fuck him.”
“Ezra! You’re not going to talk like that. You will not. That is unacceptable and you know it.” I grew quiet and stared out of the window at the palm trees zipping by with each street we turned down.
When we finally got home, I saw the yellow tin can in Solana’s driveway along with her sister’s car. I wanted to go to her house to escape my mother but I knew there was no way that shit was happening. At least not while Mom was awake.
I thundered into the house, making the walls shake with each step I took up the steps to my room. I slammed the door and locked it behind me because I didn’t feel like talking. Well, let me correct that because talking would imply that I had actual conversations with my mother. I didn’t. I didn’t feel like yelling and screaming.
I waited hours for her to go to sleep. I texted Solo off and on and when the sun finally went down, I climbed out of my window and slid down the small awning attached to it. It was a twelve-foot drop. So instead of hopping off like Spiderman, I hung off the awning and dropped down the rest of the way. It was still a rough landing but it was better than falling flat on my ass.
I sent Solo a text once I was on the ground.
Me: I’m headed across the street. Open the door.
Solo: It’s open. Come in.
I looked behind me at my dark house and then hurried across the street. I turned the doorknob and walked in to sounds of laughter coming from Solana and her sister, Amaris. When I walked around the corner, Amaris smiled at me and then looked at Solo.
“Hi, Ezra,” she said in a soft sing-song voice. I laughed a little and rubbed the back of my head.
“What’s up, Amaris?”
“How are you?” She asked. It was clear that beauty ran in their family because Amaris was just as gorgeous and chocolate as Solana.
“I’m good. How are you?”
“I’m wondering what the hell is in the water because you’re like six inches away from the ceiling and I’m going to get whiplash from looking at you.” I laughed at her and shook my head. From the looks of it, they’d been drinking wine and they were both feeling good.
“Isn’t he amazing? I mean…like…amazingly tall.” Solana giggled. I tipped my head back and groaned.
“You’re drunk,” I said, sitting on the couch.
“How do you know?” She asked. She slid closer to me and draped her legs over mine. My fingers started kneading her supple skin without a second thought.
“Because normally you’re upbeat and bouncy but right now you’re on another level.”
“We may have been drinking a little,” Amaris said, bringing her thumb and her pointer finger close together.
“More than a little,” Solana confessed.
“Yeah. I can see that.” I picked up two empty bottles of white wine from the coffee table both women shared knowing glances and laughed. Solana slid her hand across the top of my head and her fingers crept down my neck. The sensation sent electricity storming down my spine. My dick jolted to life and I shifted in my seat a little. I don’t think Solo knew what the fuck she was doing to me by stroking my head and neck.
“Um, Solana?” Amaris called out curiously. Solana was fixated on me though. Her eyes traveled places I didn’t know could be touched only by looking. I had to focus all my attention on not getting a stiff dick in front of Solo and her sister. I moved her hand even though feeling her delicate touch on my skin drove me wild.
Her hands were always so warm. I couldn’t help bringing her fingertips to my lips for a quick second. “Your sister is talking to you,” I said against the palm of her hand. She blinked a few times, coming back to reality then looked up at me. I pointed to Amaris, whose mouth was hanging open in shock.
“Come here, Solana. I need to talk to you.”
“Yeah…sure,” she stammered and hopped up from the couch. I took the opportunity to grab a couch pillow and put it in my lap. The charge between us was insane and I didn’t know how to navigate it without fucking up. I was bound to kiss her or tell her how much I liked her and how unapologetically dope her soul was. It was like heroin to me.
“It’s nothing, Amaris,” I heard Solana say in what she must have thought was a quiet tone. She was in the kitchen with her sister and I was only feet away on the couch, looking down at my phone.
“It’s clearlysomething. Are you fucking that little boy?” There was that phrase again.
Little boy.
