Mister Distraction (Distraction #2)

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Mister Distraction

Stephanie Jean

Mister Distraction

Copyright © 2014 Stephanie Jean

Digital Edition: April 2014

Edited by Kayla Robichaux and Hot Tree Editing

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distrusted, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without prior written permission of the above author of this book.

This book is a word of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission.

Stephanie Jean is in no way affiliated with any restaurants, brands, songs or musicians or artists mentioned in this book.

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 1497593190

ISBN 13: 9781497593190

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

Chapter One: NINE YEARS LATER LESSON ON CONTROL

Chapter Two: PUNISHMENT

Chapter Three: I FOUND KATARINA

Chapter Four: FAMILY DINNER

Chapter Five: I’M SORRY

Chapter Six: THE TALKING RABBIT

Chapter Seven: DATE 93

Chapter Eight: RED

Chapter Nine: MY BUBBLE

Chapter Ten: SEXUAL

Chapter Eleven: MY STAGE

Chapter Twelve: ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

Chapter Thirteen: HIDE AND GO SEEK

Chapter Fourteen: FIRST-HAND ASSHOLE

Chapter Fifteen: YUMMY

Chapter Sixteen: PRETEND

Chapter Seventeen: DISAPPEARING ACT

Chapter Eighteen: SHE’S WITH ME

Chapter Nineteen: ALL OF YOUR FIRSTS

Chapter Twenty: SWEET SURRENDER

Chapter Twenty-One: PERFECT DAY

Chapter Twenty-Two: “I LOVE YOU.”

Chapter Twenty-Three: LOSING MY BEAUTY

Chapter Twenty-Four: MY EVE

Chapter Twenty-Five: MY FAVORITE PERSON

Chapter Twenty-Six: NOT PREGNANT?

Chapter Twenty-Seven: NEEDING A KATARINA FIX

Chapter Twenty-Eight: IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING, SET IT FREE

“That was a great game. Too bad you were the big fat loser.” I was laughing as Dave’s hand went from a high five to giving me the middle finger in seconds. It was my senior year and we started meeting in the gym for a quick basketball game after school. Dave and I did this every day for the last week. Others would join us, before we separated and went to college. I looked at the time, 6:10, and then checked my phone on the way out. I’d missed three calls from Jacy. I groaned slightly. Dave laughed.

I pressed play on the message and her voice began to play in my ear. “Hey, my horse is in labor and the vet, your dad—giggle—says it will be anytime now and I knew you wouldn’t want to miss it. Come over right away.” The next message was similar, but more frantic: “I need you here; where are you?” By the third message, she was a mess. “I have called your house and your sisters. I am starting to worry; you didn’t tell me you were going anywhere today.” Her voice was all squeaky and whiny. I put the phone away.

“She’s found out you have been sneaking behind her back and seeing me.” Dave laughed, thinking he was funny, but I just wanted to punch his face in. Aggressive I know, but being an eighteen-year-old filled with testosterone, and other than hours of basketball, I had no other form of release. Jacy, my wonderful girlfriend, didn’t believe in any form of sex before marriage. So other than kissing and light make-out sessions, she didn’t help with the buildup of male hormones racing through my blood. So, right now, pounding my best friend’s face in for laughing at me sounded great.

“No, she doesn’t know. Besides, she’ll have me for the rest of my life and you can have a few hours before you abandon me for four years.” I pushed him and he lost his step as I laughed. He gathered himself, gave me a sideways glance, and rolled his eyes.

“Sure, man. Once she has her hooks in you, you will never see daylight. You will be like a walking Ken doll, doing what she wants, and acting like you are merely an extension of her. She will wear your balls as a necklace. Dude, the girl has control issues and you can’t even tell her we play basketball. She thinks I am competition for her; that’s a little messed up.” Dave thought he was relationship savvy, but I knew what he was spilling was complete bullshit. He didn’t have what I had with Jacy; we were soul mates. She was the best thing to ever happen to me. I grinned at the thought and waved casually at a familiar face in the parking lot. It was William, Jacy’s older brother. She would know by now what I had been up to; William had loose lips. He was the definition of man drama. I was sure he reported back to Jacy every time he saw me at school. Jacy went to a private all-girl high school, but I knew she kept tabs on me.

As we made our way to Dave’s Camaro, he continued to talk about what relationships were supposed to be like. I chuckled at the irony as he spoke, Dave wasn’t known for hanging on to a girl for very long. We drove together because we lived close enough and today was his day to drive. I played with the stereo, turning it up as we rolled down the windows and pulled out of the high school parking lot. We were singing loudly to Tesla’s “The Way It Is” on the radio. A fire truck passed us, followed by an ambulance, and I saw more flashing lights ahead. Dave slowed as we got closer and pulled over. I got out right away and ran up to the site of the accident. It was a country town with one lane in and out of school and there was one stoplight at the beginning of the small town. With all of the emergency vehicles around, you couldn’t see the town. I quickly jogged through all the traffic. Dave was beside me and I think he saw it before I did. It was her car. It was Jacy’s, except the side of it was completely crunched in. I took off in a run as Dave tried to hold me back. I saw blood everywhere — all over the concrete next to her red Honda Civic. Firemen were moving the BMW that was smashed
against it, just enough to retrieve Jacy, who was still in the car. There was blood on the concrete right next to her car, pools of it, but it was far enough away I knew it wasn’t hers. My eyes blinked in the sight; it was too much to handle and the blinking allowed small visions instead of one blurry one. I spotted an old man on a stretcher covered in blood. Dave started talking and for some reason, in this slow motion, very loud moment, he was all I heard.

“Jason, it looks like her car lost control and skidded into his. I bet she hit that pothole.” He pointed out at the skid marks around a small hole in the asphalt. “Dude, I think I see her phone in the center of the intersection.” I slowly trudged over to where he was pointing and picked up her phone. It was smashed. I dragged my feet back over to her car. This was my worst nightmare. Jacy’s body was lifeless as they pulled it from the car and placed her on the stretcher. They treated her like a fragile doll. I tried to move in close. I wanted to hold her hand, but they pushed me away. There was so much blood. I fell to my knees and grabbed my face in my hands. They shoved her into the ambulance, and after that, I looked around and my eyes met his, the old man. I walked up to him, anger filling me to my core. I closed my eyes because all I saw was red, red blood, a red smashed car, and red seeping down like rain clouding my entire vision. My eyes popped open and I felt a rush of adrenaline potent enough to kill someone.

“This is your fault. You killed her. She was going to be mine and you killed her.” My teeth clenched so hard pain radiated around my jaw. I stalked toward him, and when there were only inches between us, I took a swing. My fist was itching to hit something; two large men moved in front of him and took the punches I delivered. They stepped back at the old man’s command and he spoke directly to me.

“I…I,” He swallowed and closed his eyes before he continued, “am sorry, son.” His eyes empty resembling stunned disbelief, his face blood red. “I tried to stop the bleeding.” My anger boiled again at the reminder that I lost her. This man would pay. I would make sure for Jacy’s sake he would pay.

I felt a hand on my arm as I stared at this man. It was a stare down and I couldn’t break my eye contact with him. William, Jacy’s older
brother, stood next to me. He must have approached the scene like I did. I should have comforted him for the loss of his sister, but I was fuming and compassion was not my strong suit.

Through gritted teeth, I said as I pointed, “That’s the man who killed your sister.” The two tall men appeared in front of me again and William tugged my arm and led me to his car. He opened the car door and before I got in, I leaned over and threw up. The vomit kept coming. I waited a second, got in the passenger’s side of his Mustang, and rolled down the window. It was silent between us both and our eyes were set on the old man. He pushed off the stretcher and removed his bloodied shirt yelling at the people attempting to help him and then his body guards moved in quickly and loaded him into a black sedan. William followed in his Mustang.

The sedan pulled in front of the state college’s theater. We parked the car and watched the old man get out with a clean shirt and crisp new pants on. His hair was perfect and he looked immaculate. Life is a crazy ride. One minute, it’s a beautiful sunny day and I am hanging with my best friend; the next second, it’s dark and gray outside. I watched the old man exit the vehicle and I felt the gray growing inside me; he was going to pretend that he didn’t just kill my girl. He was acting like he did it every day. Well, he had another thing coming because revenge was going to be an ugly bitch.

He walked in with one of the large men and the sedan drove away. I got out. My vision was tunneled. All I saw was the door he’d just entered through. Dave grabbed my arm attempting to slow my movements. Where the fuck did he come from? I turned to face both him and William. Dave was talking but I couldn’t hear anything, only the blood rushing in between my ears. Rage was something I felt when someone told rumors about my sister, or attempted to kiss my girlfriend. What I felt right now was closer to a new form of delirious anger, an unbalanced fury. I turned and moved swiftly toward the front of the theater. William stopped at the door and paid for tickets before we entered. The lady directed us upstairs to the second floor, the balcony. We found our seats in the dark and scanned the room for the two men. I spotted them down in front, first row. I spied on him. My vision darken as I zeroed in.
I tasted blood where I had bit down on my tongue in an attempt to calm the growing fury. The slosh of blood going on in my head started to slow and the outside noises leaking in slowly. I heard low piano music and clapping. My body was completely numb.

The show was going on, but all I could see was this man, this perverse man, who killed a young girl and then went to watch a ballet show afterward. He stood at one point and clapped, his bodyguard holding on tightly to his arm and then the old man had a seat dabbing his face with a handkerchief. My stomach was about to explode again, but William’s whispered words in my ear calmed me. “He’s here for the girl. He focuses only on her during the show, no one else.” I followed William’s shaky pointed finger to the stage and found a young girl, definitely too young for college. And if I had to guess, too young for high school even. She was dressed as a fairy, a little blue fairy. I started flipping through the pamphlet they handed us at the door. My fingers felt uncoordinated as I traced the dotted line over from the blue fairy to her name: Katarina Covington.

“One day…I am going to break her heart just like he broke mine. She will love me and I will…kill it,” I said this low and under my breath, the pamphlet crumbling in my hand. My thoughts were completely unreasonable. Here was this innocent girl; she didn’t deserve any retaliation for what the old man did, but the words were said, because like my fingers, my brain was also uncoordinated. My brain heard revenge and went for the one thing the old man valued above everything: the dancing fairy.
What about my Jacy?

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