Baby Come Back(27)
He had then shoved himself into my mouth; once again ordering me to suck. I had felt like I was going to suffocate as he held my head in place with his hands and continued to push in and out of my mouth, yelling for me to suck him. I had finally decided that I had no choice but to do as he ordered. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I had sucked Nick’s cock until he had finally and blessedly climaxed.
I remembered now how I had gotten to my feet and went to the bathroom. I had calmly stuck my finger to the back of my throat finding my gag reflex and allowed myself to vomit it all back up into the sink. I had brushed my teeth and gargled for twenty minutes. To this day, I can still taste the stench of it when I think about it. I still have the need to vomit.
I had left Atlantic City the following day while Nick was at work. I had packed my clothing, called a cab and took a Greyhound home to Hoboken. I had simply told my parents that Nick and I had broken up. I hadn’t been the least bit prepared for the fact that Nick was not about to let me go that easily.
CHAPTER 15
I heard the family coming in downstairs from their trip to the Camerucci’s. Ethan was still napping when Amie came up to check on him and found me sitting on the bed in Pete’s old room, watching him as he slept peacefully.
“My God, Gina. You certainly took your offer to watch Ethan very seriously,” she said softly, giving me a smile.
“Oh I love watching him sleep. He’s like a little angel.”
“You’re a great aunt for saying that,” Amie said.
“I meant it. I think he is so incredibly sweet, and so incredibly lucky to have the parents that he has. Amie, you and Pete are really, really blessed. I hope you know that.”
She looked at me quizzically; Amie wasn’t used to me talking so emotionally to her. I knew she thought I was sort of a hard, abrasive type. Maybe I was; maybe it was just a front. A lot of my past had unraveled over the past couple of days because of Mrs. Camerucci’s passing. I was anxious to change the subject.
“So how is Leo doing?” I asked.
“According to your mom, it hasn’t hit him yet. He’s in shock. I guess that it’s a blessing Nick and Teresa are there with him. Nick asked about you, by the way. I hadn’t realized that you and he had lived together at one time. Pete filled me in on that on our way home.”
“That was a long, long time ago,” I said, getting up and stretching. Ethan was starting to stir in the crib.
“Still,” she said, “The way that Pete described it sounded so freaking romantic. Nick was your big brother’s best friend. You were the ‘little girl next door’ so to speak; you crushed on him when he had no clue you were growing into a woman. One day he suddenly notices that you’re all grown up - I mean-”
“Listen Amie; it wasn’t all that. I don’t know where Pete got his information. Nick and I were young and dumb; and totally incompatible. It was no fairy tale, I assure you.”
“I guess Pete got his information from Nick. They still talk occasionally.”
“Yeah? Well Pete was away at college during that time so I guess he wasn’t really around for the reality.”
Amie was looking at me very strangely now. I had clearly said too much. I needed to shut the f*ck up and get back to my room.
“Hey - gotta run. I should have called Tristan before now. I know we are leaving right after dinner for the wake. See you at dinner.”
“Hey - thanks for watching Ethan, Gina.”
“No problem,” I said, making it out the door into the hallway.
When I got back to my room I called Tristan. I told him everything was okay and that we were getting ready for dinner and then heading to the funeral home. I asked him how things were going at the club. He told me to trust him, he had everything under control.
(Smart ass!)
“Okay then, I will see you tomorrow at the airport.”
“Gina, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, well sure. I mean as ‘okay’ as everything can be at a funeral. My mom is holding up pretty well.”
“But what about you, Gina? How are you holding up?”
“I am fine, Tristan. Geez, I mean I was close to Mrs. Camerucci, but it wasn’t like she was my mom or anything. I just want to get through this and get back to Atlanta.”
“I miss you too, Gina.”
“Then make sure your ass is at the airport on time tomorrow to pick me up, Tristan.”
“I’ll be there, baby. I love you.”
“Right back at you, Tristan.”
The family got through dinner. I tended to tune out the conversation whenever it turned to the good ole days and had anything to do with Nick.
My thoughts returned to that fall that I’d left Nick to come back to Hoboken. I had told my parents that I wanted to go to college. Since I hadn’t applied to any during my senior year, I enrolled in the local community college. I was able to get in at that late date since classes didn’t start until mid-September. I enrolled in the Marketing/Advertising Associate degree program.
I had been in school for about six weeks when I walked out of school after class one day and spotted Nick’s Pontiac Bonneville parked next to my mother’s car that I had been driving. He was standing outside of his car, smoking a cigarette. My first reaction was to panic. I was afraid of Nick. The fact that he hadn’t attempted to contact me since I left had given me a false sense of security.