Page 7 of Euphoria
“Yeah, man. You know you don’t even have to ask. I’ll be there.”
From that day forward, we helped Bambi and all three of us formed something I knew I could give no one else. I growl as I pull my phone out of my pocket and call my brother.
“What?” He answers on the first ring.
“Did you know she was here?” I ask. He doesn’t need me to say who because he knows.
“Yep. That’s why I sent your ass there. Her foster parents told me she moved back,” Orion says to me.
“I stopped keeping tabs on her, you know that, right? I was trying to erase her from my existence. You know, be a better human being?”
“For what?” Orion asks. “Listen, Nix, we, your family already know that you were diagnosed with ASPD and you’re labelled as a low functioning sociopath. Who gives a fuck? You’re already a better human being than these pieces of shit we see out here. You don’t fake and hide behind a false reason you are the way you are. Now, would I appreciate you cutting the bullshit of the man that can feel every type of emotion as hard as those fuckers? Yes but I can’t tell you what to do.”
“You sure try,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.
“Shut the fuck up. All I’m saying is you don’t feel on the level that the rest of the world feels, yet you give more of a fuck than they do. You know what type of shit that is? You protect your family and what’s yours while others are taking advantage of theirs. Call Bow and tell him,” he states.
“Why?”
“Because that’s both of your wife. She’s been both of yours from the second you gave her your protection til now, so stop acting like a fucking pussy. Bow deserves to see her too,” Orion grunts.
I sneer even though he doesn’t see me. “I’m not being a fucking pussy, asshole. I’m not scared to call him either, bitch.”
“You remember what you asked Andres for? The one thing you wanted for that girl?” He asks.
I sigh, shutting my eyes for only a second before opening them to track her again. “Yes. I asked for Andres to find her foster parents who could take her away from the Island and love her, or else I’d kill them too.”
“Right. Act like that fucker. That’s who you are. Now, embrace that shit.”
I huff. “You’re a dirtbag and Ry?”
“What?” He grunts.
“Take your own advice, pussy.”
“For what?”
“Act like a husband, you bitch.” I hang up on him before he can curse me out some more.
I take a deep breath, taking her in for another second. She’s exquisite to look at. The blue and red checkered pant suit hugs every curve of her body leaving nothing to the imagination and I sneer. She’s wearing a red tank or something like that underneath without a bra, not that she needs it much but still, what the fuck! Her hair is up in a tight bun showing off her facial structure. She’s no longer wearing glasses and I notice that she now wears heels. I dial Bowie’s number, knowing that I have everyone’s number on this Island even though they don’t know.
“Hello?” Bowie answers.
“She’s back,” I say, not able to say anything else.
Bowie stays quiet for a while and then he clears his throat. “Where is she?”
“At the art gallery.”
“You need me there?” He asks.
“You’d come even after 12 years of nothing?” I ask him.
“You are still my best friend and the only person who has ever had my back. You treated me like family and I turned my back on you. Even if I won’t apologize for feeling the way I felt I want you to know I’ll always have your back and it’s time we get our girlfriend back,” he states.
“Wife,” I correct.
“Wife?” He questions.
