Fourth part of STILL untitled Ville story. ENJOY, my darlings.
Chapitre Quatre
The next morning-afternoon, really-I left my mother’s house, tired and annoyed.
I hadn’t been able to sleep at all. After my mother went to town on Bam for hitting me, we stayed up for another two hours and by then it was three in the morning. My dad was already asleep on the couch when the two of us finally went to bed at three-thirty and I didn’t fall asleep until eight. Four and a half hours I laid awake in my childhood bed, staring at the glitter-flecked ceiling, thinking about Jack. I kept wondering what it would’ve been like if he had lived and if I hadn’t lost the baby.
Would we have fixed our issues and made a home together? Or would we have fought incessantly and split up after a few months of marriage and a long drawn-out custody battle?
If we had settled our differences and started loving each other again, would we have kept the apartment in Philadelphia or moved back here to have a house with a yard and a pool?
If we had fought and divorced, who would’ve won custody of our child?
If he had lived, would I still be as sad as I had been when we were living together?
If I hadn’t lost the baby, would I have kept it or given it up for adoption?So many questions bothered me during those four-and-a-half hours that when I finally did sleep, it was riddled with odd dreams. Dreams of Jack and I sitting on a porch swing, watching our child play with a little black puppy in the park in Philly. Dreams of Jack and I in court, fighting over our child. Dreams of Bam telling Ben that he could marry me as long as he and Bam could still skate together sometimes (even though Ben was about as comfortable on a skateboard as a fish is out of water). Dreams of my mother beating Bam to a bloody pulp in the middle of Rockefeller Center in New York.
These dreams and more kept me half-way between the land of asleep and the land of awake. I was completely awake at eleven-thirty Sunday morning, the bright sun filling my bedroom with an eerie white glow.
It is now-I glanced at my watch-12:12 in the afternoon. I am running on less than four hours of sleep and I want to kill someone. I thought to myself as I pulled into the driveway of Castle Bam, leaning over the steering wheel like an eighty-year-old woman with cataracts over my eyes.
My eyes were blood-shot and my contacts were starting to sting. I had a headache that felt like someone was pulling at the tendons behind my eyes and a toddler was going to town with a set of drums at the base of my skull. When I stopped the Mercedes behind its twin near the garage, I closed my eyes for ten seconds, counting to ten to regain calm as I climbed from the car with my purse slung over my shoulder.
I tiptoed into the house, closing the heavy door silently as I headed upstairs to my beloved, dark bedroom where there was a queen-sized bed waiting for me and calling my name with its down comforter and dark purple sheets and squishy pillows. I rolled my eyes heavenward in lust for that bed, wanting nothing more than to fall into it and sleep for days.
I snuck up the stairs like a thief, turning the doorknob to my room slowly so as not to make a sound. I pushed the door open quietly, eyes closed in fear of waking one of the seventy people asleep on the floor downstairs. I slipped inside my bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light and closed the door behind me. I stripped myself of all clothing except my boy-shorts underwear and my much-loved sports bra, and pulled back the covers of my bed. I sighed lustily to myself before sliding under the cool sheets and laying my head on the cool pillow. I was out like a light in ten seconds flat.
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I heard someone open the door of the bedroom I was in and my eyes opened. I didn’t know what time it was and I didn’t care. I had only gotten into this bed two hours prior and hadn’t yet been able to fall asleep.
I had been thinking too much of Holly. She had been chased out of her own house after her brother asked her to clean up his mess in the kitchen and everyone in the room had started poking fun at her because of what she was wearing.
I heard what I assumed were clothes falling to the floor followed by a sigh as the blankets on the other side of the bed were pulled back. The person slid under the blankets and laid their head on the other pillow, facing the door, not me.
Less than a minute later, I heard the person’s breathing even out and figured they were probably sleeping. I closed my eyes as well, picturing Holly in nothing but her sweats and sports bra as she had been earlier that night, her purple heartagram tattoo standing out against her tanned skin.
I hadn’t been joking when I told her she had killer abs. I had been dead serious. She was slim and toned to perfection with abs comparable to those of Angelina Jolie in Lara Croft: Tomb Raider. I had always been attracted to Holly though she was ten years my junior.
She was a petite thing with dark brown hair that hung freely to her elbows in a curtain of cork-screw curls. She and Bam shared the same eye color as well, a sharp, mesmerizing blue that sparkled in the sunlight and deepened when they were upset or aroused. Her skin was nearly always tan and smooth while Bam’s was pale and rough with calluses and scars. Bam had a blunt face while Holly’s was sharp and pixie-like. She had a subtle sense of style while Bam’s was frank and in your face. Bam just topped five-ten while Holly was a nice five-two-and-a-half.
The two of them looked more alike than either wanted to admit. I sighed to myself and froze when the person in bed next to me rolled over, still dead-asleep. I relaxed and drifted off to sleep as well, trying to forget Holly in only her underwear.
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“Bam, if you go in there and wake him up, I will not talk to you for three days.” Missy shouted after me as I headed to Holly’s room where Ville was sleeping. “That means no sex,”
“Missy, would you shut up so I can sneak in and get a picture of him naked?” I asked, turning around briefly before pressing a finger to my lips and opening the door slowly. I closed it quietly behind me and moved to the bed, nearly tripping on something as I did. I looked down and saw my sister’s jeans and her favorite Bloodhound Gang tee and zip-up Element sweatshirt on the floor with her purse and car keys, basking in the faint light of the four-in-the-afternoon sun that spilled in through the chink in the curtains. My mouth dropped open and my eyes grew wide.
“Bam!” I heard Missy shout. I shook my head and backed towards the door, opening it silently and slipping out of the room, head spinning.
“Missy! Ville’s in bed with my sister!”
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