In The Spur of Heath (The Spur Series Book 1) (16 page)

“Wait, wait, wait. She called her a nigger?” Heath’s eyes nearly sprung out of his head. “I don’t believe this. I don’t wanna believe this. What?”

“Yes.” Jake sounded infuriated.

“I knew there was a reason I didn’t like the bitch. Where is she?” I jumped off the stool.

“Calm down, Pieces. I’ll deal with her.” Heath threw his bowl of cereal into the sink and stomped upstairs. Jake and I followed by closely.

Heath barged into the bedroom where Caroline was wrapped in a towel, just out of his bathroom. “Hey babe, you told Reese?” She smirked. Her smirk slowly faded when she saw the look on his face. Jake and I stepped into the room and she gave us a hateful once over.

“A nigger? Carr, really?” Heath screamed.

“What are you talking about?” She asked in astonishment.
Little bitch actress.
“Are you taking his word over mine?”

“You see Carr, this is not the first time I’ve heard that you’ve done shit like this. That’s how I know it’s real. You and your clothes, out of here. Now!” He yelled.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Heath? Her? Again, her?” She snickered.

“This isn’t about her. This is about you and the raging cunt you are.”

“Fuck you. Think I didn’t see her birthday card.” She spat, almost in tears.

“What’s she talking ‘bout?” Jake whispered to me and I told him that it was nothing. When she turned away from him, I stepped in front of her.

“A nigger, bitch are you for real? It’s 2015. The fuck is wrong with you?” I asked her, fighting back every urge I had to smack her in her stupid face.

“Fuck. You.” She mouthed and that was it, I was totally enraged and barely had a chance to think of my actions. I just wanted her to feel my wrath. She had totally crossed the line. My face was solemn as I pulled my hand far back and lunged with extreme force, whipping her across the face. The crack of hand on skin contacting echoed throughout the room. I could hear the gasps and hisses from both Heath and Jake as vibrations of pain radiated from my palm and spread to my fingertips. It was bright red, the same red mark matching the one on her face. She stumbled back, nearly falling to the floor and as I was about to ambush her, Jake pulled me back and Heath darted in front of her.

“Reese, no.” Heath pleaded. “As much as I’d love you to, she’s not worth it.” He watched her in disgust as she watched me with wide eyes. “I never wanna see you again. You know I hate that racist nonsense. I have black family members and I’d be damned if I let you disrespect them or her with those nasty words.” He shook his head and left the room. She held on to her swollen bright red face, tears streaming down her cheeks, watching me with the world of contempt.

“Guess he didn’t believe ya. Oh well. Better luck next time” Jake shrugged his shoulders and left with me.

I walked downstairs and saw Heath pouring a large glass of vodka. He gulped it down and looked up at me, his eyes red and glassy with tears.

“Hey Pieces.” He sniffled.

“You okay?”

“No, not really. I messed up. I really did.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I messed up like this. I should have left her when you told me to.” He poured another glass of vodka and gulped it down. “For a minute, I wanted to believe it was Jake that hit on her. Agh!” He screamed and stormed outside.

I walked back upstairs towards my room and Caroline passed with her clothes. “Bye Felicia.” I snorted. She watched me, her nose flaring, and I sized her.
Bitch, I am not the one.
She then left.

I slipped into my room and Jake was lying on my bed. “So?” I leaned against the doorframe with folded arms. He looked up at me.

“Yeah?”

“About last night?” I raised a questionable and very apologetic brow.

“What about it? You had a superb time.” He grinned.

“I did? Yeah, I did. I didn’t embarrass you? Did I?” I paced towards the foot of the bed awaiting his response. I then crawled on top of the bed, creeping slowly and seductively towards him, hovering him as he stared at me. “Embarrass me? Reese, it was your birthday and you had an incredible time. I’m glad I was able to give you a good birthday.” A stained smile of gratitude spread across my lips.

“
You
are incredible.” I watched him dead in his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you.” I whispered against his lips.

“And what exactly transpired between you and Caroline?” I asked as I rolled over onto the bed. He hovered over me, propping himself on his elbow and explained everything that happened between them and I couldn’t have loved him more. I laughed so hard at the audacity of the bitch. She thought she had him eating out of her palm. I especially loved the part he told her she was a bimbo like the rest of the girls at school. How classic!

After that, he took my mouth into his, hands travelling up under my vest and onto my bare breasts. He squeezed gently at them, kneading and caressing as he nibbled on my neck. The hairs on my body shot up. And I wanted him inside me so bad with just the feel of his lips on mine. He was destroying my restraint, slowly but surely. I began to pull on the hem of his vest, bringing it over his chest and up his arms. When it was off, I tossed it to the side and ran my hands over his beautifully sculpted body.

Each time I saw him bareback, I was even more taken aback. He was the epitome of sexy – just the way I liked it too; not too big and certainly not small. Perfection in my eyes, and the fact that he was so normal and showed mounds of humility just made him even more attractive than he already was. I was yet to see a flaw in him. “Ugh! Just fuck me!” I pleaded, arching my body into his and without hesitation, he did as he was told.

I walked Jake towards my car in the driveway. He pressed the alarm key, deactivating the locks and got in. He started the ignition and faced me, his fingers gripping the steering wheel. I leaned through the window, propping myself on the door and pecked him on the lips. “I wish you didn’t have to go.” I frowned.

“I know, but I’ve got work to do. I’ll bring the car for you a little later. Sven’s spending the day with his family, so when he’s available he would be able to pick me up. ” He gave me an apologetic scowl.

“Awww, I understand. Thank you for an awesome birthday.”

“Thank you for spending it with me.” He sized me, taking notice of perturbed expression. “Hey, don’t let things stress you out, okay? I love you.” He brushed the stray hairs away from my face with a ghost of smile on his lips.

“I love you, too.”  I replied coyly. Our lips met again and I backed away, watching as he reversed out of the driveway, and down the road until it disappeared from my view.

As Jake neared his house, he received yet another anonymous call and picked up. But of course, no one answered. He placed his phone back into his blazer and it rung again. “Agh.” He growled and pulled out his phone. “Oh?” He relaxed when he saw Granger, the tech guy from Dillcaster Communications, calling him.

“Jake from State Farm, you just received yet another call.” Jake began to laugh.

“Could you please not call me that?” He grinned. “What’s happening, Grange, speak to me.” Jake pulled up in his garage and parked my car behind his DB9. He stepped out and locked the doors.

“That call, you just received, came from your house.” Granger explained and Jake paused.

“What?”

“Yeah, that last call came from your house man, be careful. Need me to call the cops?”

“Na, I can handle it.”

“Alright man, if I don’t hear from you in a few minutes, I’m coming to see you myself.” Jake hung up, put his phone back into his blazer and walked towards his DB9, unlocked it and pulled something out of the glove compartment. It was a gun. He stuck it in the back of his pants and crept up to the door that connected his house to his garage. He pulled out his keys, unlocked the door and eased it open, the alarm was disarmed. He walked past the staircase and made his way to the living room. No one there.

He continued his silent movements toward the kitchen – nothing, no one. The place was dark. He flicked on the lights and made his way upstairs, his hand to the back of him, resting on his gun. He walked into his bedroom but no one was around, leaving his door wide open. He walked towards the door leading to the balcony but heard the door behind him slam along with a few footsteps and he spun around quickly.

“What the fuck!” Jake exclaimed when he saw the person standing in front his door.

“Nice to see you, too.” A short, dark skinned girl with dreadlocks said in a strong Jamaican accent with a smirk across her lips. She had smooth chocolaty skin; straight pearly white teeth; small almond shaped eyes; full lips; long black dreadlocks and a petite frame with a decent sized rear. She was wearing a brown leather jacket, a pair of white ripped jeans and calf length brown boots.

“Kin, it’s you been calling me all this time?”

“Ya can’t lock a gurl off and think that’s de end, bwoy. So dis wah ya been up to? Get a big house and cyar and can’t even holla at me. I see how it is.” She observed his room.

“What do you want?” He fidgeted uneasily.

“Well, I came back for my man. What else?”

“Kin, that ship has sailed so many oceans ago.” He replied as he took off his blazer.

“Yeah, that’s the problem… you can’t just get my help, get rich and get out. You owe me Jacob.”

“I don’t owe you a damn thing.”

“I see ya still have de hood life in ya, where ya get de gun?” She paced up to his bed and sat on the edge of it. He then pulled out the gun out of his waistband and flung it to the floor.

“Unlike the ones we used to have, this is registered, and I thought you were someone else.” His face emotionless, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes at her. He took off his jersey and tossed it aside.

“And ain’t call de police? You brave bwoy.” She smirked and scanned his bare torso. “Mmm… you’ve been working out. Yuh was such a fragile likkle bwoy. But I changed that and you just disappeared on me, after I was so good to you.”

“How’d you get in my house? Scratch that, how do you know where I live?”

“Oh please, Jacob, don’t insult me. Ya know how we used to do it back in de day. So ya get big business and forget ‘bout me n de game?”

“I had enough of that lifestyle, Kin. Don’t you think you’re a little old to still be fiddling around in it as well?”

“After you left me fi dead? I way past de game baby. I here fi my cut. And I here fi you, too.”

“Sorry, I’m already taken. And I didn’t leave you for dead, your stupid cousin got in the way of the drop and told me it was his turf. He told me to get lost. I tried to tell you to forget about this life and that I had enough money to start doing things differently. Me and Joey started the club like we said we would and after it generated enough income I gave him complete ownership and I started teaching. You’re the little coke head that liked the lifestyle. Don’t blame me for your fuck ups!” He shouted.

Teaching? Baby don’t insult my intelligence. I know ‘bout Cave Ink. You try to keep a low profile so I couldn’t find you.”

“That was the idea, Kin. But here you are, anyway. Guess my efforts have failed me.”

“Does she know?”

“Does who know? Know what?”

“Your little student. Does she know? About your past and how ya
really
started?”

“You’ve been stalking me?” He exclaimed. “The fuck is wrong with you, Kin? And you better not go near her.”

“Oh, I won’t.” She pulled a gun out of one of her boots. “As long as you don’t either.”

“You’re insane!” Jake walked past her and toward his bedroom door. “Get out!”

“Jakey, Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” She shook her head and got up off the bed. “Fine. Her blood will be on ya hands.” She walked past him and he pushed her back.

“Hold up. You can’t just walk into my life after ten years and fuck everything up! Aghhhh!” He screamed out, clutching onto his hair and clenching his jaw in anger.

“Awww, you poor baby.” Kin came around and hugged him, stroking his hair gently. “I could mek ya feel better.” She whispered in his ear and he yanked away from her.

“Get away from me. What do you want, money? I’ll give you money. Just get the fuck out of my life!” He walked up to the Salvador Dali painting on his wall and took it down. A safe door was behind it, he put in the combination and opened it up. He then pulled out a huge wad of cash and threw it at her. She watched the money in disgust. “What am I ‘posed to do with dis? You worth millions… a hundred thousand is pocket change.” She threw the cash back at him. “Ah want more and ah want you. Ya were and are de love ah mi life, Jacob, and ya nah leave me again.”

“Kin, you need help, I’m calling the police.”

“And wah, tell dem ya ex-girlfriend that ya sold drugs wit’ from ’97 to ’07 want de money she mek fi you? Ya ‘ole business go down, ya ‘ear me?” Jake paused in thought, his fists clenching hard and his jaw tightening as hatred burned in his eyes.

“Fine Kin, just don’t hurt Reese, or tell anyone about my past. I’ll break up with her, and I’ll be with you if that’s what you want.”

“Ah, good boy.” She ruffled his hair and pinched his cheek. “Ah miss ya plenty.” He raised his eyebrows and shook his head, his face impassive. His phone then rang and he answered it, not taking his eyes off Kin once.

“Yeah, Granger, it’s okay. The situation is under control.”

“Coolio.” Granger replied and hung up. Jake tossed his phone onto his bed.

“Well Kin, I’m all yours.”

“Not until ya break up with that blasted trini ho.” Jake’s eyes became red and glassy.

“Whatever you say, Kin.” He made way to his bed and lay down on it.

I lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling feeling agitated that Jake hadn’t responded to any of my texts. It was almost midnight and not a single response. He read all of my messages and nothing! I was losing it, starting to get worried, where was he? He told me he was coming back earlier to drop back the car and and he hadn’t showed. What was going on, maybe he left his WhatsApp messenger open and that’s why it seemed as though he read it, but he wasn’t online though.

I concocted all kinds of excuses in my head as to why I hadn’t heard from him as yet, then decided to put it to rest until tomorrow and find out exactly what was wrong when I see him at school.  Heath began to flicker across my mind, wondering how he was doing with the whole Caroline situation. I could hear his music from my room, he never left his music on, and so I guessed he was still awake.

As I walked closer to his bedroom, I could hear
Salvation by Gabrielle Aplin
playing. It was such a pretty song, but sounded so sad, and one line that stood out, ‘I never meant to fall for you’ resonated with me. Was the song referring to me or Caroline? Why do I care anyway, I’m with Jake.

I knocked on his door and after a few short seconds, he opened it. His eyes bloodshot red, smelling overbearingly of alcohol and then I noticed a bottle of vodka sitting by his bedside behind him. “What are you doing?”

“Drowning my sorrows, Pieces.” He replied, darting his eyes around and walked back to his bed, leaving the door open for me. I sat beside him on the bed, trying to think of what to say. He looked up at me with raised brows, as if anticipating what I had to say.

“About Caroline… I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes as if savouring the pain and heart ache.

“To tell you the honest truth, Pieces, I could care less about Caroline. I was already planning to dump her. You know that.”

“Yeah, I do. But it doesn’t make it any less painful. She is still someone you spent a lot of time with.”

“Please, I’m happier without her. It’s just… other things on my mind. Stupid shit.” He took a gulp of vodka.
Wow! So I’m guessing the song was about me
. He then passed the bottle to me and raised a brow as if to ask if I wanted a shot. I took the bottle and tossed my head back, taking a huge gulp, then threw myself back onto the bed, my arm spread out and my feet dangling off the edge. I looked up at the ceiling, a million thoughts racing through my mind. Why me? Why now? What a strange twist of events. Just a little over a month ago, I was the one listening to Salvation, drinking a bottle of vodka wishing to be with Heath, and now here he is doing the same for me.

I turned my head to the side and he looked down at me, I could see it in his eyes. That look I knew all too well. The look of longing with a hint of sadness, and the awful realisation that you’d never get what you truly want. Why couldn’t he have chosen to see me before Jake? It’s not like I could leave Jake now, I was truly in love with him.
Buzz!
I felt my phone vibrate. Heath pursed his lips and turned away, knowing that it was Jake. I read the message on my phone and sat up. I turned to Heath and whispered, “Jake’s outside.” He didn’t respond so I got up and went downstairs.

Jake was in the porch dressed in a long, black Burberry London raglan double breasted trench coat; black shirt, skinny jeans and dress shoes.

“Jake, hey.” I smiled when I saw him. He looked nice, too nice to just be dropping off my car. “What happened to you? You’ve been M.I.A. for hours.”

“Reese, listen. We need to talk.” And the tone of voice he used, made my smile fade. He looked nervous, his eyes apologetic and now I was scared.

“What’s wrong, Jake?” I asked alarmingly. He handed me the keys to my car.

“Take this first, before I tell you what I have to. Put it inside.”

“No, wait. What?” I stood there with my arms folded.

“My ex is back.” He began and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“And?”

“And… we’re getting back together.” And that was it, the words hit like an oncoming train – hard and fast. My heart felt like it fell to my gut, my chest tightening and my stomach twisting. I couldn’t breathe, those words literally knocked the wind out of me and I felt like I was about to faint. Tears slowly pooling in my eyes and a lump forming in my throat, I felt like I was going to die. It felt like someone had died.

“Wh… wha… what? Jake?” I finally blinked and began to pant heavily as the tears flowed. “Jake, what? Lena cheated and left you, how could you go back with her?”

“It’s Kin, not Lena.” He grimaced.

“You told me you loved me, yesterday… a couple hours ago…” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and even more tears spilled down my cheeks. I reopened my eyes. “How the fuck could you do this to me? Why’d you get me this stupid car then, why’d you do any of this? It doesn’t make any sense. Jake? Please don’t do this to me.” I began to cry, the keys fell out of my hand and I dropped to my knees and held onto my stomach unable to contain the pain. My head was bent and eyes glued to his feet as I cried, wanting him to comfort me and tell me this is just a joke, but instead I saw his feet turn and walk away. I heard him get into the parked Escalade and when I looked up, he was gone. My chest felt like it literally hurt; it’s been so long since I felt this. I just curled up into a foetal position right on the porch and cried uncontrollably.