When the Heart Falls(164)

"Right." He smirks. "Hey, when's your birthday again?"

I pull a pillow from his bed and throw it at him. "Screw you."

He moves his computer and grabs my arms, pulling me closer for a kiss. "Screw me? Yes, you should."

“Naughty boy.” I kiss him again, enjoying his taste, then pull away enough to look at his computer. "You entered the contest?"

"It's ready to send. I was just waiting on you."

"What am I? A lucky charm?"

"Well, I get lucky with you, don't I?" He pokes my ribs, making me shriek.

"Shut up and send it already."

Balancing the laptop on his knee, he opens the browser that’s already showing the online application and hits send. "Thanks for encouraging me."

I know he’s going to win. This is his destiny. "Thanks for trying. You own this contest."

He shrugs. "Whatever happens, right?"

I kiss him, our tongues tangling together in exquisite pleasure. "I love you."

His finger grazes my lips, swollen from his kisses and love nips. "You leaving again?"

My words come out breathless. "Dinner with Jenifer."

"How long do we have?"

I push him to the floor and straddle him. "Long enough, cowboy."



My body is still tingling from my time with Cade as I watch for Jenifer from our table at Vincent’s. She’s late, but that’s not atypical of her, so I wait, even denying myself the breadsticks until she comes.

I can still feel Cade’s hands all over me, exploring my most intimate parts with the right amount of tenderness and passion. Heat enflames my cheeks, and I take a sip of water to cool off.

But my fantasies fade into worry as time ticks by and still no Jenifer.

A waitress comes by for the third time, probably frustrated that I’m keeping her from turning over the table for more tips. "You ready to order?"

"Not yet. I'm waiting for a friend."

Fifteen minutes pass, and I check my phone. 9:30 p.m. The waitress comes by again. "You want an appetizer?"

"I'm good, thanks."

My brain buzzes with worst-case scenarios as I keep checking my phone.

The waitress comes back at 10:30. "Is your friend still coming?"

"I don't know." I check my phone again. No voicemails. No text replies to the dozens I’ve sent. Something is wrong. I reach for my bag and stand. "I'm sorry. But I have to go."

She must be at Duke’s. She said she doesn’t always check her phone while there. They probably got stoned and lost track of time, which irritates me, but I resolve not to be too hard on her today. I scroll through old text messages, looking for the one with Duke’s address, and hail a cab to get there.

This is my first time here, and I’m not impressed. It’s a small house, old, buried behind a falling apart fence with garbage scattered all over the lawn.

There are birds chirping in the trees, but it's not a pretty song they sing.

This place feels evil, and I have no idea how Jenifer can stand being here.

I hear yelling as soon as I get to the porch, but I can’t tell what they’re saying. Still, my heart pumps faster, adrenaline coursing through me as my body recognizes danger that my mind hasn’t figured out yet.

I knock on the door. "Jenifer!"

The yelling continues.

"Duke?"

Nothing.

My knuckles are raw from knocking, so I try the door and it pushes open. I take a step in, feeling like a girl in a horror movie. The kind of girl I usually scream at to get the hell out of there and don’t be such a moron.

Their screaming fills the house with vile words. "You stupid bitch! I told you I had people over. These people are my business."

Jenifer’s voice is softer, quivering. "I'm sorry."

I follow the sounds upstairs, kicking aside empty beer cans and gagging at the smell of old bong water and piss and alcohol.

Second door to the left, I hear Jenifer crying.

I open the door and see my best friend on her knees, tears streaming down her face, Duke standing over her, his hands in fists. "Stupid cunt. Why you make me angry? You know I hate that shit."

Jenifer looks up at him, desperation on her bruised face. "I'm sorry. You're right. You were working. I shouldn't have interrupted. I'm sorry, baby."

Duke spits in her face as he speaks. "Sorry? You think that enough bitch? You think when my Papa beat me that was enough?"

"No.” Snot runs down her face, mingling with the tears. She’s covered in new bruises, on her face, her arms and legs.

"Fucking bitch." Duke kicks her with steel tipped boots.

I step into the room, my heart pounding, the old fear paralyzing me, my stomach turning to acid as I watch this abuse right in front of me.

Jenifer looks up. "Winter?"

Duke shifts his attention to me. "What the f*ck? What you doing here?"

My fear snaps, turning to rage. How dare he? Fuck him. Fuck this shit. "Leave her alone!"

"This is my house.” He sneers at me, his pupils dilated from drugs. "I do what I want."

"Jenifer, go downstairs. Call the cops."

Jenifer starts getting up, but Duke grabs her by the hair and throws her down. "Nobody call the cops.” He turns to Jenifer. "You'd call the cops on me, you dirty cunt?"