Page 43 of Toxic Wishes
“Hell no, you aren’t the boss of me. Go bark orders to your side chick in your bed.” She tries to close her door, but I block it before she can close it all the way.
“Let go,” she says through gritted teeth. Now, she has both hands on the doorknob as she tries to pull with all her strength. It’s not even phasing me.
“You knew my brother? You knew Blake.”
“Ya, so.” Her voice strains as she continues to try to close her door. Obviously, my conclusions are correct. There was no denying my assumptions in her answer.
“I just want to talk about him, that’s it. I want to know what happened that night and if you were that girl that found him dead.”
I can tell she is losing her strength as she tries to keep a straight face. Instead of pulling the door inward, she now takes her feet and tries to push the door towards me to force me to back away. Her efforts make little progress since I only step one foot back by an inch. I could do this all day and that’s when I recognize the music playing in her car
“You listening to eighties music?” I haven’t heard Free Fallin in years.
“What, you want to talk about that too?”
“What are you? Like twenty? Who listens to eighties music at your age.”
“Ugh!” she says, giving up and letting go of her grip on the door handle. “Me. I'm twenty-one. And I can’t help that I was born in the wrong era.”
Blake would always say that. It was one of his artistic phases when he was into his band Fallen Angels, played the guitar, and smoked weed any chance he got. I’m not sure if he ever stopped liking the guitar, since I felt like I didn’t know the kid in the last year of his life.
“Go away,” She says, folding her arms.
“This is my property, so technically, I don’t have to go anywhere sweetheart.”
She throws daggers my way as if I said something to insult her, which I kind of had
“Colt, what the hell is going on here?”
“Oh God,” Abigail mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes.
“Go back inside, Heidi,” I say over my shoulder.
“No, not until you tell me who this girl is.”
Why do women think they own you after they spread their legs open for you? It’s not like she didn’t consent to sleeping with me. Ya, we both were tipsy, but I didn’t take advantage of her because I don’t fuck drunk girls. She had two drinks after her shift, and I took her back here since I couldn’t take her to my house with Bodie there. Plus, I don’t take any girls to my house unless I am exclusive with them.
“How about you start with who you are, Heidi? I mean, is that seriously your name? Or is that your stage name?” Abigail says with her arms still crossed.
“Go to hell, you little troll.” Heidi shrieks.
“Sorry, I don’t want to be where you might be.”
I have to hold back a laugh. “Stop,” I say, cutting the girls off.
“No, you stop. Aren’t you supposed to be dating my cousin? Namoi? Did you have to fuck another woman to make your ego a thousand times bigger?”
Damn, she’s got a mouth on her. I wasn’t sure if I was impressed or appalled.
“Not like this one would be hard to get in bed and slip inside her legs.” She points her chin to Heidi, giving her a brief sideways glance.
“You ugly bitch.” Heidi starts to reach for Abigail’s hair. And I step in between them.
“Heidi, stop, calm down. You can’t get offended by that. She doesn’t know you.”
“I don’t need to. Her fake double D’s, fake eyelashes, and bleached blonde hair tells it all,” Abigail says.
“I am not. Colt told me my pussy was the best he ever had and that it felt different than anyone else’s. You’re just jealous because you can never have a man like Colt.”