The Story of Me (Carnage #2)(61)
Tiger
A million thoughts rush through my head. I need to explain to her. I need to make her understand that it’s not like that. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’ve never had a girlfriend. I had a wife and then I had her, and then I had nothing, f*ck all, and that’s what I’m gonna be left with again if I don’t sort this shit out and make myself clear.
Before I get a chance to say anymore, I’m yanked by my shoulder and spin around to face her cousin, the f*cking Aussie prick, who if I didn’t know better, I would think wanted to get in her knickers.
“Get ya f*cking hands off her.” Fucking idiot, does he think I would hurt her?
I push him away and turn back around to make sure Georgia’s not in the middle of this when the cheeky f*cker lamps me one, right on the side of the jaw and it f*cking hurts. I spin back to face him and land a perfect right hook on his chin that puts him straight on his arse. Turning back to Georgia, so I can jump in the car and get us out of here, I realise I’m too late and can only watch as she’s driven away into the early morning Sydney traffic.
“Fuck!” I shout while kicking the wheel of the taxi that’s parked outside the hotel. Then I’m grabbed again and the dickhead cousin is trying to get another shot at me. “Mate, seriously, f*ck off before I hurt you,” I say as I push him away. The bloke’s so pissed he can hardly stand up, and if I crack him again, he’ll go down like a sack of shit and I’m worried he’ll hit his head. I’ve seen it happen too many times, drunken idiots, not knowing when to shut the f*ck up and walk away, and here we have a prime example. He swings at me again. I barely have to dodge, but I push him away again anyway, and he goes back down on his arse. This time, I make sure he stays there by pushing on his chest with my foot and then put my foot on his throat. I don’t apply pressure. Well, not a lot, just enough to keep him down, but then I’ve got the two birds he’s with screaming in my earhole. Then they’re on me, f*cking clawing and grabbing at my hair. What is it with birds? Why do they try and make themselves busy when blokes are having a punch up?
I don’t wanna get rough, but they’re pissing me off and the little one actually has quite a hard punch. I get them both off my back and grab them by the hair. I’ve still got matey pinned to the floor by my shoe and the two screeching women by the hair, one in each hand either side of me. When I look up, there’s three hotel security guard’s heading toward me.
“Do yourself a favour boys and don’t get involved. Take these three off my hands and I’ll walk away.”
“Let go of my f*cking hair,” Jodie screams as she tries to kick me. I look down at her. Spiteful little bitch, she caused all of this. I let go of her hair and push her down on the floor.
“Hey mate, we’ve called the cops. They’re on their way,” one of the guards calls out. Fucking great, that’s all I need.
I look down at the three psychos and it suddenly strikes me how much they all look alike and how they all have the same blue eyes as Georgia and her mum. My stomach turns, my chest tightens and I let out a long breath. Just thinking about that f*cking woman does that to me.
“I’m gonna walk away. I don’t want no more trouble. If you come at me again, I’ll break his f*cking legs. You understand me?”
“Just get your foot off him,” Jodie says. I raise my eyebrows as I look at her.
“You started this, you vindictive little bitch. What the f*ck is wrong with you? Why did you feel the need to say all of that earlier?”
She shrugs. “Coz everything Georgia wants, Georgia always gets.”
“So she wanted a dead husband and baby, did she? Grow the f*ck up. That poor girl has been through enough, and if you three are her family, then you should know that.” She looks away from me and down again at who I assume is her brother. I can hear sirens approaching so I take my foot off his throat and hold my hand out to help him up. He takes it and I help him stand, at the same time. I let go of the younger girl, who then smacks me hard around the face.
“That’s for hurting my family, but especially for hurting my cousin. You’re a cunt, now f*ck off and find her and put what she said right.” She gestures with her defiant little chin at her sister. “If I find out you’ve broken what we’ve fixed while she’s been here, I’ll hunt you the f*ck down and kill you in your sleep.”
I want to laugh, but she reminds me so much of George that I can’t. Instead, I jump into the taxi that’s still sitting at the side of the road and give the driver the name of my hotel. I pull out my phone and call Georgia; it goes to answer phone. I knew she wouldn’t answer. Fucking woman drives me mental.
“Georgia, I know you’re pissed off, but we need to talk. Nothing you heard tonight is how it seems. Please call me back.” I know she won’t call me. Fuck. I can’t believe how this has turned out. How the f*ck did I not join the dots and work out that Georgia and Jodie were related? Jodie told me she had a cousin over from England who had recently lost her husband. Georgia told me she was staying with her family in Byron Bay. I remember Jodie saying she was from Byron. Why the f*ck didn’t I work it out?
I pay the taxi driver, head straight to the hotel reception and ask them to call British Airways. I need to see if I can get on an earlier flight. I need to get back to England and sort this shit out. Fuck it, everything I said to George earlier has gone out the window. I wanted her to prove she wants to be with me. I wanted her to want me like I want her, but f*ck all of that shit now. Now I just need her to know the truth. I hate the thought that she thinks I lied to her. I hate that I’ve caused her more f*cking pain. Despite everything she’s been through, she’s not as fragile as she was when I first met her, but I’m still worried that what went on this morning could all have been too much for her. I know she likes me. I think she loves me, but my f*cking ego got in the way and I wanted her to prove it, but now I’m worried that I might have pushed her over the edge.