Page 31 of Broken Pieces

Chapter Fifteen

Raelynn

I was wrong.

Brooks Anderson is one of the most annoying human beings on this planet.

I get that he is a manwhore for whatever reason. Maybe his ex-girlfriend Leigh broke his heart and he has decided that from now on he is just going to fuck anyone that will spread their legs.

I am not judging him. I am the least judgy person I know. And that says a lot coming from a small town. Everyone can make their own damn decisions in life and deal with the consequences. I have. I was a drug addict for over two years. So, if Brooks wants to bang everyone in this county than good for him. But for the love of god does he have to bring a new girl home every single night? I’ve been living here for one week, and I have heard six different types of screams.

I think he is doing it out of spite. Because there is no way that the sex can be that good. There must be a hole in the wall from his damn headboard knocking into it constantly.

He tried to proposition me the night I moved in. He came home drunk and started going on and on about how convenient it was for me to be living with him. I was his free access to pussy. I slapped him across the face and it shut him up rather quickly. I told him if he ever tried to get near me or ever put his hands on me, I would make sure he ended up in jail. He didn’t take it very well and sauntered off to his room, his tail tucked between his legs.

But now I am paying for my threats with his sexcapades.

The girl he is with now has a squeaky high-pitched voice. It sounds like I am listening to Mousercize on fast forward. I don’t even know how he is keeping his dick hard because it is the most annoying voice I have ever heard. I wish I had noise canceling headphones because my pillow is not doing the job.

I can’t take it anymore, so I leave the cottage and lay down on the couch on the back porch. It’s a warm night, nearly seventy-five degrees and the cool breeze on my skin comforts me like a lover’s embrace. I slip easily into sleep.

* * *

“What the hell are you doin’ out here?”

I roll over and blink into blinding sunlight. I have a kink in my neck and my thighs are aching from being curled up into a ball on the small couch.

I look up to see Brett standing over me, his shadow moving into place over my eyes, so I am not so blinded from the sun.

It’s then I realize how high the sun is in the sky. I overslept. By a few hours. I mentally tally up the days in my head trying to remember if there are any guests in the house and if I missed a breakfast. I think it’s Tuesday or maybe Wednesday. The lack of sleep is destroying my memory. “What day is it? Did I miss a breakfast?”

I scramble into a sitting position and feel the crisp sting of fresh sunburn on half my body.

“It’s Tuesday. No guests today, Raelynn.”

I breathe a sigh of relief as I stretch my legs out in front of me, mindful of the sunburn on my left side.

“So, what are you doin’ out here? We were lookin’ all over for you. It’s nearly eleven and Summer thought it was odd you hadn’t been in the kitchen all morning.”

He sits down next to me as I try to work the kink out of my neck. “Blame your brother.”

“What’s he got to do with it?”

“You should buy a bigger couch so I can sleep out here,” I groan.

Brett looks at me knowingly. “You two not getting along? I told him to not be an asshole and to clean up after himself. Be mindful there are two of you in the small cottage.”

I snort. If only Brooks’ lack of cleanliness and organization was my problem. “I am sleeping here until your brother’s dick falls off so I can finally get some peace and quiet. Or he buys me earplugs.”

Brett starts cracking up. “He is quite the player. Is it really that bad?”

I lean my head back on the couch and groan. “He has had a different girl there every night since I moved in.”

“Wow, that seems overly excessive even for him,” Brett says in a nonchalant tone.

“I really hope he is getting tested for herpes on the regular. I do have to share a bathroom with him, and I am not in the mood for contracting an STD while in a celibate state.”

“I don’t think you are going to come down with Chlamydia from sharing a space with him.”