Perfecting Patience (9 page)

Twelve

Zeke

I was content. Happiness and relief was found in the eyes of my snowflake. I never thought I’d feel that kind of peace again. Yet there I was, being straddled by the only woman to ever make me feel anything emotional. I was overcome with a sense of joy that I’d only ever felt with her.

Leaning up, I wrapped my good arm
around her and latched on to her hip. Pulling her onto me and closer, she lowered her head and laid her soft lips against mine. Tiny noises spilled from her lips as she worked her body slowly back and forth and up and down. Breaking the kiss, she threw her head back in pleasure. White strands of hair covered my arms and tickled my thighs when she leaned back. It was such a beautiful thing to watch.

The curve of her
slender neck caught my attention. My eyes followed the dip of her collarbone down to her perky pink breasts. I ran my thumb across her flat stomach, allowing it to dip into her belly button. Her body shook with my touch. I loved how responsive she was.

I let her have complete control of me. She was the only person in the world I gave that freedom to. She was the only person I’d ever allow that for the rest of my life.

Her old couch dug into my back as she pressed herself to me over and over again. I lifted my hips for more. I’d never get enough of her. Never.

The rest of the night was a blur of twisted limbs and
the sounds of Patience whenever she came. It was a beautiful sound, a sound that I tried to hear as much as possible.

After passing out exhausted, I woke with a throbbing hand.
Looking over at the clock, the number one flashed at me. Sleeping through the night was something I was having a hard time doing lately.

I peeled Snowflake’s arm from my chest and slipped from underneath her. At some point
, we ended up in her bed. Her place was cozy and felt like home, but that could be because she was there. Home was wherever she was.

I flipped on the bathroom light and looked
at myself in the mirror. There was a faint hickey on my chest and I ran my fingers over it. I turned my back to the mirror and pink scratch marks were scrawled down my back. Patience was becoming a bit of a wildcat in bed, and I loved every minute of it. After taking a piss, I washed my hands with something that smelled like coconut, took two of my pain pills that didn’t seem to do squat, and then turned off the light and went back into the bedroom.

The sounds o
f soft whispers filled the room, and I wasn’t sure what Patience was trying to tell me.

“What did you say, baby?” I asked into the darkness.

There was no answer. I’d never heard her talk in her sleep, but there was a first time for everything.

Slipping back into the bed, I pulled the covers back and pressed my body against hers. She was so warm and sweet. Throwing my good arm around her, I pulled her tighter into my embrace.

At that moment, everything changed. She lashed out at me with her fingernails and dug them into my face and chest. I pulled back and grabbed her arms the best I could, but the cast and the pain made it hard.

“What the hell, Patience?” I asked as I pinned her arms to the bed.

Still, she kicked and wiggled her body as if she were trying to get away. Using my broken hand, I reached over and turned on the lamp next to the bed. It hurt like hell, but I pushed through. Looking back down at her, the soft light illuminated her face and all I could see was fear. Her eyes were still closed, but she looked so afraid it broke my heart.

She continued to struggle.

“It’s me, snowflake. Wake up. It’s me, Zeke.”

Nothing I said made it past her barrier of fear. She continued to kick, catching me occasionally in the shin. I put my leg out and pinned her leg with mine.

“No! Don’t touch me! No more. Don’t touch me!” she screamed over and over again.

“If you’d stop kicking me
, I’d let you go!” I yelled back.

I wasn’t sure what the hell her problem was, but I wasn’t about to let her hurt herself or me.

“Please, Daddy, just let me go.”

And then I knew. Raw sickness filled my gut and I wanted nothing more than to take it away. You hear stories about people who’ve been sexually molested and the lives the
y lead after such a traumatic event, but I thought she was better. She always seemed so happy and improved.

I released her immediately and got out of the bed. Turning on the overhead light, all the dark corners of the room fill
ed with brightness. Her eyes popped open and she looked up at me. Sweat dripped from her hairline and rolled down into her face.

Her wide eyes took in her surroundings before the
y finally collided with mine. Realization set in and embarrassment filled her facial features as red heat spread across her cheeks and down her neck.

“Are you okay?” I asked hesitantly.

She swallowed hard and peeled the comforter away from her skin.

“I’m okay. I didn’t hurt you
, did I?”

She leapt out of bed and came over to me. She reached for my cast
, which without even realizing it, I was holding against my chest. The truth was she’d hurt my arm like a bitch, but I’d never tell her that.

I pulled my arm away from her and reached out with my good hand and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I’m fine. Are you sure you’re okay?”

She looked away from me and shook it off like it was nothing.

“Yeah. It was just a nightmare. It happens to the best of us. Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

I held her in my arms for the rest of the night. I felt the pain pill
s kick in and my eyes got heavy. Finally, around three in the morning, I fell asleep.

Later that
morning, I woke to the smell of breakfast. Rubbing my hand roughly down my face, I crawled out of bed and made my way into the kitchen.

“Good morning, sunshine!”
she said with a bright smile.

She was pretending last night never happened.

“So I know soccer really isn’t your thing, but I have a game this afternoon. Want to come along? Sydney and Aunt Sarah will be there, so you won’t have to sit alone.”

Patience in tiny gy
m shorts running around covered in sweat. Yeah, that sounded like good times to me. I was getting turned on just thinking about it.

“Yeah. I’ll come and see what’s up.” I bit into a piece of toast and downed some OJ.

Later that afternoon, I sat with Sydney and Sarah and watched a soccer game for the first time in my life. Soccer was some serious shit. Those girls didn’t hold back at all, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Patience. She was amazing, and seeing her body move so fluently was beautiful and hot all at the same time.

She shuffled across the field like she owned it. Her ponytail bounced as she maneuvered the ball with th
e sides of her feet before rearing her leg back and kicking the ball right past the goalie and square into the middle of the net for the winning point. Her face lit up and the smile that spread across her lips was unlike any smile I’d ever been able to put on her face.

The crowd broke out in a cheering roar. A group of girls attacked her with smiling faces and happy hugs as they lifted her up. I could hear a sprinkle of her genuine laughter as she held on for the ride an
d threw her head back in joy. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

After the game, I waited while she was in the locker room with the rest of the girls. When she finally came out, she had wet hair and those sweet little soccer shorts were replaced with a pair of tight jeans. I went up to her and pulled her into my arms.

“You ruled that field, baby. It was sexy as hell to watch.” I kissed her forehead.

“You think everything is sexy.” She playfully pushed at my chest.

“Everything that involves you.”

I captured her cheek in my hand and took a good look at her. Something seemed off. She looked high. Her eyes were glazed over and the sleepy smile on her face looked too happy.
Her vision was off and she seemed to be having a problem looking me in the eye.

“Did you smoke something?” I asked as I pushed her away and gave her another look over.

Her mouth popped open in shock.

“What? Of course I didn’t smoke anything. You know I don’t touch that stuff, Zeke.”

I knew that deep down. Many times, I’d seen her pass when everybody was passing around a joint, but something about the way she looked screamed high as a kite.

“I know, but you look high. If you did
, you can just tell me. You know I don’t care about that shit. If anything, I’d be pissed that you didn’t share.” I chuckled.

“Well
, I didn’t. I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep much and then with the game… It’ll pass.” She shrugged.

I felt bad for asking. Of course she was tired. Nightmares that kept her up all night, school, and soccer. Not to mention she was helping me out here and there when I couldn’t do something because of my stupid crushed hand.

“I’m sorry, baby. I should know better. Come on, let’s go home.” I grabbed her hand and started toward her car.

“That sounds lovely and all, but there’s an after
-party tonight. I have to at least make an appearance. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, but I’d like you to be there.”

An hour later, I was at a party full of college students, alcohol, and the sme
ll of smoke. It felt like home and I found myself mixed in with a bunch of dudes I didn’t know and hitting a blunt every time it was passed to me.

The pain in my arm was forgotten as the night got lighter.

“Hey
, I know you!” a girl with curly blond hair slurred in my ear. “You’re that guitar player from Blow Hole, aren’t you?”

She was dressed to get fucked. Some girls were like that. Her shorts were easy
-access short and her top could be worn at the beach. Those hip-hugging jean shorts made it possible to see the strings of her black thong and she made sure to bend over enough to catch the attention of the guys around me.

I pushed her back from me a little and chuckled as I took a swig from my red
Solo cup.

“Yeah
, that’s me.”

She ran her finger down my cast and frowned.
“I was sorry to hear about your arm. Hopefully it’ll be all better soon and you can use your fingers again.”

She was flirting. Very obviously flirting. I looked around the room for Patience, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah, hopefully soon,” I said quickly as I pretended to not catch her meaning.

She moved closer to me and laid her hand on my knee.

“So what’s a guy like you doing here?” she purred.

If I were the same guy I used to be, I’d already have this girl spread open on the nearest bed. It’s crazy how things change.

“I’m here with my girlfriend.” I stood and walked away, but not before seeing her eyes go wide.

I walked through the party
, looking for Snowflake, unsuccessfully. I went through the kitchen and grabbed another drink on my way through. After searching the entire downstairs, I took it step by step until I was on the upstairs landing.

The
hallways of the brick house that housed some of the girls on Patience’s team were pretty slim and I wasn’t sure if it was the pain pills mixed with weed and beer, but my shoulder kept brushing the wall as I walked down the hallway full of people. I bumped into a couple who was making out against the wall and turned quickly to get the hell out of the small space. Patience wouldn’t be up here where everyone was making out and shit anyway.

I was almost to the stairs when the door across from the stairs opened. Everything stopped around me as Patience stepped out with a tall
, gangly guy. He looked like a dirty rat and the way he sized her up from head to toe made my blood boil. He reached out and took her hand with a smile. He was saying something to her, but I couldn’t hear them from where I was standing.

She smiled up at him and mouthed
, “Thank you.” Without even seeing me, she took the stairs to the first floor. The guy looked around the hallway and then went back into the room, closing the door behind him.

Images of me beating the door down and ripping him from the room ran through my mind. I could practically feel my fist
against his face, and with my cast, I could do some serious damage, like face-altering damage.

No way had that just happened. She wouldn’t cheat on me, but it sure as fuck looked like it. My blood boiled and my vision got blurry.
I wanted to rip the door off the hinges and choke the life out of the fucker. Instead, I took the stairs two at a time until I was on the bottom floor again. I felt like a mad man. I wanted to know what the fuck was going on and I wanted to know right then and there.

I searched the bottom floor again
, and again she was nowhere to be found. I rampaged through the house like a wild animal on the hunt for raw meat. In the final room, I found her friend Hope talking to a group of guys by the front door. Pulling her to the side, I didn’t say anything, and when I realized how hard my fingers were digging in her arm, I let go a little.