Unbearable (Undescribable) (20 page)

I look at Angel. She had called Courtney crying?
Over me? There’s no telling what I had done to make her cry. I hate to know
that I’ve made her upset, but sometimes I just don’t have the right words to
say. I try to be sensitive, but I always find a way to fuck it up.

“Courtney. You know I love you. I’m sorry for what
I said regarding you and Josh.” Angel looks from Courtney to Josh. “I know you
feel differently about him.”

I smile knowing that Angel just repeated the same
words Josh had once said to me.

“I’ve just been emotional lately,” Courtney admits.
Josh gives her a little nod before she turns back to Angel. “I’ve decided to
locate my father,” she finishes quietly.

“That’s great, Court!” Angel says excitedly. “You
know I am here for you no matter what. I will help you however I can.”

Courtney nods as she starts to cry. Angel moves to
sit by her and pulls her in for a hug. Josh and I stand to walk to the kitchen
giving the girls their privacy.

I let out a breath watching them now cry in the
living room as they hug one another. “I’ve always wondered if all women were
like Angel; emotionally unstable. Now I guess I have my answer.”

Josh lets out a little laugh. “I don’t know. I’ve
only had one other relationship, and my ex was always such a stone cold bitch.”

I nod my head in agreement, watching the girls talk
quietly.

“You know she didn’t leave me,” Josh speaks,
pulling my attention away from the girls.

He looks down to the floor then takes a deep
breath. “That night of my birthday.” He looks up to me. “I heard her come on to
you. I heard all the things she said about me. Thanks for being a true friend
and turning her down.”

“Uh?” I stutter as I remember throwing a house
party for Josh’s birthday the beginning of this year.

I walk out of my
bathroom to find her lying on my bed in her signature skinny jeans and tight
fitting top that shows off her chest. “What are you doing in here?” I ask,
looking around. “Where’s Josh?”

“Out there drinking,” she says, twirling a piece
of hair around her finger.

“Why are you in here? Get out.” I point to the
door.

She slowly pushes herself off the bed and walks
toward me. I stalk over to the door and start to open it when she pushes it
shut with her hand.

“I’m not ready to leave.” She presses her hands
against my chest.

My jaw clenches at the audacity of this bitch. I
grab her hands and spin her around pushing her back against the door.

“Hmm,” she hums, “I like it rough.” She smirks.

“You think I want you?” I laugh. “You’re engaged
to my best friend.”

“I won’t tell him. Come on, Slade, give me that
ride all the girls brag about.”

“It’s his birthday you fucking bitch,” I grit through
my teeth.

“Trust me. It will be worth it.”

I tighten my hands around her wrist. “I would
never fuck you. Even if you begged me,” I growl, pushing away, letting go of
her wrists. “Now get the fuck out of my room.”

She takes a step away from the wall. “I know
he’s fucked around on me.” I have never wanted to slap a woman, but I sure want
to right now.

“Josh would never fuck around on you, he loves
you.” I look her in her eyes. “Although, I don’t know why.”

She gives me a little laugh. “Love has nothing
to do with wanting to fuck someone, Slade. You are a prime example of that.
Come on. You can do whatever you want with me.”

 Grabbing her arm tightly, I open my bedroom
door. “Right now, all I want to do is throw you out with the fucking trash.
Where you belong.” I push her outside and slam the door shut behind her.”

I had stayed in my room for a few minutes trying to
figure out a way to tell my best friend that his fiancé was in my room trying
to persuade me to fuck her. But when I came out, I couldn’t find him.

“I’m sorry, Josh. I wanted to tell you the next
morning, when I saw you, but you told me she had left you. I knew how much you
loved her. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“I know,” he says quietly. “When she came out of
the room I was standing there and confronted her about what I had heard. She
said you tried to seduce her.” He rubs his hand over his forehead. “Even if I
had not heard what was said on the other side of that door, I still wouldn’t
have believed her. In all honesty, I didn’t want you to tell me. I left the
party right after that knowing you would tell me.” He shrugs. “I just didn’t
want to hear it. I thought it would just be easier to tell everyone she left
me.”

“Why did you let her talk all that shit about you?”
I grit my teeth now, pissed that he let her do that to him. The very next day
she had started talking shit about how he had been cheating on her. The bitch
just wanted people to feel sorry for her and she knew Josh was too good of a
guy to bash her fucking ass. I knew it was all a lie, but I still saw the hurt
in his eyes when someone believed the rumors she was spreading.

“Because she may have broken my heart, but I still
had my dignity. What was worse? Her telling people I cheated? Or that she tried
to sleep with my best friend and I was too stupid to ever even suspect it?
There were probably more than I care to know about who didn’t turn her down.” I
stand there speechless. After all this time, he always knew. “I wanted them to
know anything but the truth.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear it,” I say sincerely. I
always hated that bitch. She was a whore. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing
wrong with a girl being a little slutty, since that was the kind I fucked
around with, but then you get into the ones that use you. That was what she
was. One the entire town knew about, but for some reason, she chose Josh to
have a relationship with. He fell for her, hard and fast. I was not going to
tell him not to go the relationship route with her. I mean, I’m a prime example.
I fell for someone who has changed my life forever. It only took a phone call
and seeing her in a bathroom one night to change my mind about what I wanted
out of life.

“No worries, she was a mistake. And you learn from
mistakes.” Then he starts to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

He nods, looking down at my shirt. “It looks like
you got some,” he teases.

I crinkle my brows somewhat confused. “Huh?”

He points to my shirt. “It’s inside out. It wasn’t
that way at the club.” He chuckles again.

I look down and sure enough, it’s inside out. I
reach up and pull it over my head before putting it on the right way.

“So the twins didn’t get you in trouble?” he asks
with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, they did.” I laugh, recalling her rant in the
car on the way home.

“Why do you find that amusing?”

I start to answer, but the girls get our attention
as they start to walk toward us with smiles on their faces.

“I’m going to cook pancakes,” Angel states.

“Isn’t it a little late to cook pancakes? Aren’t
you tired” I look down at my watch to see it is two thirty.

“It’s now Sunday. We can sleep all day,” Angel
tosses at me offhandedly.

We all walk into the kitchen as she starts to whip up
some breakfast.

“Okay,” Angel says, getting our
attention, “now that it’s only us, I want to know about the bet.”

I take in a deep breath hoping that this does not
start another fight between us.

Josh starts shaking his head when Courtney speaks.
“Josh had to get his dick pierced,” she says with a smile on her face.

She pats Angel’s back as she starts choking.
“What?” she says in a high pitch voice before her eyes land on mine.

“You made him get his dick pierced?” She looks at
me accusingly.

I look from Josh then back to her. “Hey, he took
the bet.”

“I thought I was going to win.” Josh shrugs. “Slade
would have done it if I had won.”

Angel points at me. “You would have had to pierce
your dick if he would have slept with them?” she asks, wide-eyed.

I nod. “Yep.” It was not the best bet, but hey, we
were drunk and trying to cheer Josh up. It was right after his ex-fiancé had
left him. Well, that’s how we had thought it went down. What other way to cheer
him up other than sleeping with twins?

“Hmm,” she says as she gives me a small smile.
“Interesting.” I have a feeling she is wishing I would have lost. She turns to
speak to Courtney. “Anyway, are you going to tell your mom about looking for
your dad?”

“No. I’m going to do it on my own. You know she’s a
drama queen.”

“All girls are,” I tease, making Josh and I both
laugh.

“What?” Angel eyes us both. I just shake my head.
“You think I’m a drama queen?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

“No,” I state immediately before that comment gets
me in trouble.

“Well, he did use the words ‘emotionally unstable’ a
minute ago.”

I look at Josh in shock. “I can’t believe you just
threw me under the bus like that,” I say in disbelief.

“What?” he asks offended. “You did.” He shrugs
trying not to smile.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Yeah. In private,” I
snap. I look over to Angel ready to plead for my life when she and Courtney
start laughing out loud. I shake my head and smile as Josh joins in. I watch
the love of my life laughing with her best friend, the same friend that not three
hours ago she was yelling at in a parking lot. I realize what I said earlier
was wrong. The reason her emotions are everywhere is because she loves with all
she has. When she’s mad, you had better run for cover because she is damn sure
going to let you have it. But when she’s happy, she will give you one of those
breathtaking smiles that convey all is right in the world.
My
world. And
that smile is addictive. You will do anything to see it.

I open my eyes in our dark
room and lay there silently for a few seconds. Then I hear the noise again that
woke me. Since I can’t see a damn thing due to the darkness, I reach over to
feel Slade, still sleeping beside me.

“Slade,” I whisper, trying to wake him. When he
doesn’t respond I get out of bed. I know we had a chance of storms early this
morning, so maybe that’s what I heard. I look over at my phone to see it is almost
six in the morning. We have only been asleep for maybe an hour. Courtney and
Josh had stayed and visited for quite a while.

I grab Slade’s t-shirt from the foot of the bed and
slip it on. I’m going to go get a glass of water from the kitchen.

As I’m walking down the hallway, I hear glass break
and someone cuss softly.

I stand there frozen for a few seconds as my heart
beats wildly in my chest. I know that was not Slade, as he is still in the
bedroom behind me. It sounded like it came from in front of me near the
kitchen.

I try looking around quickly, but it’s too dark to
see anything. I reach out my right hand and feel a doorknob. Once I realize I’m
in front of Slade’s office, I dart in and shut the door quietly behind me. I
lean up against it as I try to stop my heart from pounding.

Someone is in our house!
What the hell?
Shit! I should have tried harder to wake Slade, but I didn’t think there was a
burglar in the house!

I slowly turn the lock on the door and run over to
his desk, thinking I will use the phone to call the police. My heart sinks when
it has no dial tone. This is worse than I thought. This was planned. But the
question is what are they planning on doing?

Shit!
I have to get back to Slade before
they go in our bedroom but I can’t walk back through the hall unarmed.

I open his desk drawer and grab a few pens. I hold
one up and then throw them to the floor. What the hell do I plan to do with a
pen? Color them to death? I go over to his closet and open it up. I catch sight
of a baseball bat and grab it.