phone, it was a quick one sided conversation, she didn't say anything else to who ever was on the phone.
Hanging up the phone she looks at me with regret, "Where is Pete? I have to go to work."
"Work?! Your not going to work!" My eyes filled with fury.
"Kev, I can't just stop my life because you showed up. Jessica will come looking for me and it won’t be a good day for me or you," she stated with a matter of fact tone.
I feel my blood start to boil, I could feel my heart beating in my chest, my face is getting hot "Listen, I will take care of you. I will provide for you. I DON'T need you going to work. Just stay here. Hang out here and relax. I will handle Jessica don’t worry." Not sure what she meant by that, what the hell could Jess do to me?
"So you just expect me to sit around all day waiting for you to come home and fuck me?" She ranted.
"Yeah, basically," I said in a condescending tone.
Rachael stood in silence for a moment then a smile came across her face as if she forced the argument. "Okay, Kev."
She walked over to me in a coy fashion, she leaned in and forced her tongue into my mouth. She started grinding her hand on my groin when a loud bang echoed through the house.
"Pete's here, stay right here. Don't move," I demanded.
I made my way through the house, dodging the men moving the final pieces of furniture into the house and answered the door.
"Follow me," I beckoned Pete to the garage where nobody was. "Is this an everyday thing with her?"
"Yeah man. Sometimes she ain't got the money but she always needs it," he claimed.
"Okay.." I hesitated for a second. "Look, I am not going to be able to be here all the time to deal with this. Here is a garage door opener, I will leave the money behind this air handler. You just leave the drugs. Your not to go inside the house, or show Rachael where the shit is. You come in and out, you understand?" I firmly stated with a fierce look on my face.
"You got it man," Pete responded.
He handed me today's set and I handed over the money. I opened up the garage door to let him out.
As he was getting in to his beat up '97 Honda Civic I hear him complement "By the way, nice crib bro."
I nodded and closed the garage door.
Going back into the house, quickly stopped in my tracks by a worker, "And here we are Mister..." he looked down to find my name on his clipboard."...Barrick. Furniture is set and here is your card you left at the store yesterday. Now if you can sign here we can get out of your hair." The furniture employee pointed with his pen at the clipboard he was carrying.
I glanced at the receipt which read a total of $96,535.98. "This better be made out of gold." I jested while scribbling my signature on the dotted line.
I gazed around at the furniture, there was the table I loved, it fit so perfectly. A light beige leather sectional surrounded a mounted flat screen T.V. on the wall. A matching cedar coffee table and end tables accompanied the couch. They delivered a full kitchen, crystal classes, hand painted china dishes all the way down to the silverware with gold laid designs. I went into the bedroom, a king size bed encased in creme colored silk sheets was nestled in a dark oak bed frame. The headboard and footboard had tropical designs hand etched into them. It was accompanied by matching nightstands and dressers. They also mounted a flat screenT.V. in the bedroom.
‘Not too bad,’ I said to myself complementing the kid at the store.
I heard a loud abrupt cough come from the back patio.
Darting outside to check on Rachael, "You Okay? Come on I got your stuff. We don't need you sick." I put my arm around her while she stayed hunched over following my guide. "How did you start using this shit anyways?" Trying not to let on that I already knew.
Rachael's eyes glazed over as if an unpleasant memory just vividly entered her mind. "When I was little my dad took care of me. We lived in the ghetto, ya know the kind where you stayed below the windows so
Hanging up the phone she looks at me with regret, "Where is Pete? I have to go to work."
"Work?! Your not going to work!" My eyes filled with fury.
"Kev, I can't just stop my life because you showed up. Jessica will come looking for me and it won’t be a good day for me or you," she stated with a matter of fact tone.
I feel my blood start to boil, I could feel my heart beating in my chest, my face is getting hot "Listen, I will take care of you. I will provide for you. I DON'T need you going to work. Just stay here. Hang out here and relax. I will handle Jessica don’t worry." Not sure what she meant by that, what the hell could Jess do to me?
"So you just expect me to sit around all day waiting for you to come home and fuck me?" She ranted.
"Yeah, basically," I said in a condescending tone.
Rachael stood in silence for a moment then a smile came across her face as if she forced the argument. "Okay, Kev."
She walked over to me in a coy fashion, she leaned in and forced her tongue into my mouth. She started grinding her hand on my groin when a loud bang echoed through the house.
"Pete's here, stay right here. Don't move," I demanded.
I made my way through the house, dodging the men moving the final pieces of furniture into the house and answered the door.
"Follow me," I beckoned Pete to the garage where nobody was. "Is this an everyday thing with her?"
"Yeah man. Sometimes she ain't got the money but she always needs it," he claimed.
"Okay.." I hesitated for a second. "Look, I am not going to be able to be here all the time to deal with this. Here is a garage door opener, I will leave the money behind this air handler. You just leave the drugs. Your not to go inside the house, or show Rachael where the shit is. You come in and out, you understand?" I firmly stated with a fierce look on my face.
"You got it man," Pete responded.
He handed me today's set and I handed over the money. I opened up the garage door to let him out.
As he was getting in to his beat up '97 Honda Civic I hear him complement "By the way, nice crib bro."
I nodded and closed the garage door.
Going back into the house, quickly stopped in my tracks by a worker, "And here we are Mister..." he looked down to find my name on his clipboard."...Barrick. Furniture is set and here is your card you left at the store yesterday. Now if you can sign here we can get out of your hair." The furniture employee pointed with his pen at the clipboard he was carrying.
I glanced at the receipt which read a total of $96,535.98. "This better be made out of gold." I jested while scribbling my signature on the dotted line.
I gazed around at the furniture, there was the table I loved, it fit so perfectly. A light beige leather sectional surrounded a mounted flat screen T.V. on the wall. A matching cedar coffee table and end tables accompanied the couch. They delivered a full kitchen, crystal classes, hand painted china dishes all the way down to the silverware with gold laid designs. I went into the bedroom, a king size bed encased in creme colored silk sheets was nestled in a dark oak bed frame. The headboard and footboard had tropical designs hand etched into them. It was accompanied by matching nightstands and dressers. They also mounted a flat screenT.V. in the bedroom.
‘Not too bad,’ I said to myself complementing the kid at the store.
I heard a loud abrupt cough come from the back patio.
Darting outside to check on Rachael, "You Okay? Come on I got your stuff. We don't need you sick." I put my arm around her while she stayed hunched over following my guide. "How did you start using this shit anyways?" Trying not to let on that I already knew.
Rachael's eyes glazed over as if an unpleasant memory just vividly entered her mind. "When I was little my dad took care of me. We lived in the ghetto, ya know the kind where you stayed below the windows so
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