My Beautiful Lies (Beautiful Nothing #2) Page 7

  I find one on the west side of town, small and outside. That will do, she will love it. I use to go ice skating when I was a kid. Well, not actually skating but ice hockey, which is like the same thing. I hope she feels okay. It would suck if we got there and she was too weak to do it. I close my laptop and ask her if she’s up for it.

  “I actually feel good today. I think eating first thing in the morning helps a lot. I mean if I’m not moving, I think I get motion sickness. I can’t wait to get something to help with that,” she rambles on, and I know we have plans for the day. I have the news of last night in the back of my mind, and I ask myself if I should tell her. It could make her happy that two of the guys who hurt her are dead. On the other hand, it could ruin our day and scare her thinking she’s next. With that in mind, I keep it to myself.

  She goes up to take a shower, and I clean up the dishes. When she comes down the stairs her hair is pulled up into a wavy ponytail, she has on grey leggings, with a long sweater. She looks beautiful. Even without makeup she shines.

  “Have you ever been ice skating?” I ask curiously, placing the last of the dishes in the drying rack.

  “I tried a few years ago, I wasn’t that good at it.” She giggles.

  “Well, we are gonna try again. It’s the first snow of the year, and its lighting up outside. I think we will have a good time. Don’t worry, I will help you.” She agrees, and puts on her knee-high black boots. “Let’s get out of here then, we can have lunch there too. I read on the reviews they have some awesome cheesesteaks.” I grab her coat off the hook and help her slide her arms through, then do my own. I grab the keys and we head out.

  “Don’t let go!” she yelps, grabbing the arm of my coat.

  “I won’t let you fall; it’s real easy. You will get the hang of it, I promise.” I laugh, hoping she doesn’t take me down with her. We skate around slowly for a half hour, but she starts getting the hang of it and we move faster. Letting go of my coat, she skates off on her own, pushing forward, gliding with ease on the ice. I slow down to watch her. She goes around and comes back.

  “I think I got it down. I don’t need you anymore. Except, I should learn how to slow down. That was a rush,” she says, still skating right past me. I pick up my speed until I reach her, then turn around skating backward, making her giggle. “Where did you learn how to skate like that?” I tell her about hockey and she seems shocked. “There really is a lot we don’t know about each other, isn’t there?” More than you know, I think to myself.

  “That’s why we are going on our trip. We will have nothing to do but get to know each other. I love you, and I want to know everything about you, and I want you to know me. I know we kind of jumped into this fast, I just want you to know that I’m ready to be whatever you want and need. I wanna be that man.”

  We come to a stop by the exit and get off the ice. I help her hobble her way over to the benches to take the skates off. We put our shoes back on, then go to the stand to get lunch. Watching her eat her sandwich is hilarious, she has it dripping down her chin with her eyes closed.

  “I take it you like the cheesesteak?” I ask laughing, taking another bite of mine.

  “Oh my god, you don’t even understand how bad I needed this.” She moans, eating the last bite. She finishes before me, wiping her mouth and tossing the napkin on her plate. “We should order like six more. I think I can put them all away.” Throwing her head back laughing, she looks so serious. When I finish mine I ask her what else she wants to do. There’re tons of places to go on this side of town.

  “We could go to the mall, get you a few outfits for the trip.” I could use some causal clothes too; I look like an idiot in a suit all the time. Before I met her, all I did was work. She doesn’t have to think long before she says yes, she’s a girl after all. The mall is not busy, which means less stress of dealing with hordes of people during Christmas time. Most people are still in church, or home sleeping away their Sundays. We go in and out of stores for hours. She brings me clothes I will look good in, then she will try some of her own on. We leave three hours later with five bags and pretzels. Yes, she got hungry again, who am I to deny a pregnant woman?

  After we make it home, she says she’s still hungry. How much food can someone eat before they feel full? It’s crazy. I go through the cabinets looking for something I can make her, landing on a box of rice. Looking in the fridge for something to throw with it, I find kielbasa sausage. I toss the sausage in a pan frying it up and boil some water for the rice. When it’s all cooked up, I make her a plate. “Oh my god, it’s so good. I don’t know why I’m so hungry, but oh my,” she moans, shoveling her mouth full.

  “It’s probably the baby, you are eating for two now,” I say, pouring her a glass of apple juice.

  As she finishes her plate, she asks more questions. Where did I learn to cook? Why don’t I cook more? What are we gonna do when we leave tomorrow? She throws out questions left and right, and I answer them all the best I can. When she’s done, she wants to show me the clothes she picked out for our trip. I follow her to the bedroom as she slowly removes each piece of her clothing. She’s being very playful. It could be the hormones I read about, or maybe she just wants me. I argue with myself over why, until her bra drops to the floor, flashing the view of her full breasts. When I say full, I mean perfect the way they’re shaped, and perky the way they sit on her chest. When she removes her panties, it’s teasing my desire for her more and more. Standing completely bare in front of me, I can’t say a word. I just walk over to her and caress a hand full of ass. I push her head gently over to the side, tracing her neck up to her earlobe with my tongue. She lets out a soft whimper, then begs me to take her to the bed. In one swift movement, she’s in my arms, and I tenderly sit her down. She runs her hands from my waist, up my sides, then back down. Lust pours from her eyes as she starts lifting my shirt, helping me pull it off. I can’t take much more of her teasing; I want to be deep inside her. I need her warmth wrapped around me, gradually leading to the climax we both need.

  I drop my pants to the floor, carelessly kicking them off my ankles. As I climb on top of her, she lies back. Her gaze is locked with mine in the most passionate way. She grips my cock, stroking until I become harder. I am shocked when she places her hand on my chest, pushing me over onto my back.

  “I want to be on top, I want you so bad,” she half-growls.

  I’m loving this side of her. She scoots down the bed a little, coming face to face with my length. She traces her tongue on my tip, making my legs go numb. Slowly making her way back on top of me, she throws a leg over, straddling me. She leans down to kiss me, and I grab her hair to deepen it. I love to kiss her so hard that she gasps for air. I find her opening and slide two fingers in. She rocks back on them hard in surprise. I let her ride them until I feel her swelling around them. That’s when I remove my fingers and lift her up with one hand and guide my dick in with the other.

  She slides down inch-by-inch, letting us feel every sensation being devoured. Watching her move on top of me is so sexy. I touch her breasts, rubbing and rolling her nipples sharply between my fingers. Her eyes are rolled back in her head, and she rocks back and forth faster. She can’t even let me know when she’s there, she just bounces harder, breathless and grunting. When I start to feel the pressure build, I flip her over still buried deep and thrust right back into her. Her legs shake around me as she claws at my back. The harder and faster I thrust, the louder she gets. All I feel is her tight, dripping pussy, milking me of every drop as I let go inside her. I slide off of her out of breath, not wanting to smash our baby. We lie there for a few minutes, drained and dazed, then take a shower. After we finish, we’re so tired we go to bed early. Tomorrow is a big day: we go to the doctor and drive to our vacation spot.

  I dream of marrying her, having a baby, and living in a beautiful house in the woods. It’s strange to dream of crazy things you hope for, especially if all you’ve ever had is nightmares. When the light in the da
rk bedroom flips on, my eyelids flutter open. I find Laney running around the room with curlers in her hair in her panties and a t-shirt. She is so cute and sexy it drives me insane. She paces back and forth to the bedroom and bathroom, packing and getting ready.

  “You’re up a little early, aren’t you?” I ask, throwing the covers off and get up.

  “I have so much to do. I have to look good for the doctor, pack all my stuff that I forgot to, and puke a few times before we go,” she says, rambling so fast, I can barely understand what she’s saying.

  “Look good for the doctor? I hope you’re talking about me,” I say, sounding slightly jealous.

  “Are you jealous? Dr. Hardy is jealous. Oh my! Scared of a little competition, are we?” she asks jokingly, pulling the curlers out of her hair.

  She loves pushing my buttons, but in a hot way. She proceeds to tell me her doctor is a woman and makes fun of me for it for half the morning. When it’s finally time to go to the doctors, we end up being late. She was right about getting sick, causing us to be thirty minutes late. A woman in her late thirties, attractive yet boring, approaches us.

  “Can I help you guys, do you have an appointment?” she asks, a little too rude for my taste. I handle her on my own.

  “Yes point me in the direction of the actual receptionist, please, and thank you,” I say in the same tone, pointing to the lady behind the desk. The woman turns on her heels with a dirty look to get the woman I asked for. After explaining to the receptionist that we are late, she pulls some strings and gets us back there.

  “Good morning, you two, I am Dr. Shelby. I will be taking care of you today. First, I will need Laney to take this cup, and fill it to this line with urine. While you’re in there please remove all your clothing so we can perform a thorough exam and put this gown on. We can go from there, I just need to make sure she is pregnant before we move along,” she says, handing Laney a clear cup. Laney disappears to the bathroom, and I sit anxiously in my seat.

  She comes back with a nervous look on her face that irks me. Following behind her, the doctor comes back in. “I will need you to come with me, Laney, we need to get your weight and height.” I go with them while they do that. Tagging along like a lost dog, I think to myself and laugh. We go back in the room and the doctor lets us know she is, in fact, pregnant. A woman walks in strolling a machine behind her. She looks like she just turned seventeen, and I get nervous about her touching Laney with whatever the thing is.

  “Hi, I’m Jenny. I will be assisting the doctor today. She will be in shortly,” she says enthusiastically, leaving the machine and closing the door as she leaves. Dr. Shelby strolls back in with a smile.

  “Laney, I am going to do an ultrasound to see how far along you are and check the baby’s health. Are you comfortable with that?” she asks, getting the machine set up. Laney agrees and lies down on the bed. “Okay, I need you to scoot down to the edge of the table and spread your legs wide.” Laney does as she’s told.

  “I am going to place this wand inside you during what’s called a transvaginal ultrasound. The wand helps me see the baby better since it isn’t outside of your pelvic bone yet, all right?” the doctor says, squeezing out some weird gel onto the wand and gently inserting it inside of Laney. I cringe at the thought of that thing inside of Laney, wonder briefly if it hurts the baby, and then we hear it.

  WHOOSH… WHOOSH… WHOOSH.

  “That noise you hear is your baby’s heartbeat, and that’s your baby,” she says, pointing to the small peanut size dot on the black and white screen. That’s my baby, I created another human being. I can feel my eyes watering, and I can hold them back until I see Laney has already let hers fall. The feeling is overwhelming, and the doctor lets us have our privacy. I kiss Laney on the forehead and hold her hand tighter.

  “We are having a baby,” I say, rubbing her stomach with my free hand. We let reality sink in for a few more minutes until the doctor comes back in.

  “Okay, girly, the baby looks healthy, and you are set. Here is a script for prenatal vitamins and nausea medicine, you take one once a day. I will see you back here in a month unless any problems occur. Otherwise, have a wonderful day.” We leave the doctor’s office and as we are getting in the car, I spot Jake. My good day takes an instant three-sixty. Jake stares us down leaving the OBGYN, and he knows. I watch from a distance as he peels out of the parking lot. Laney whips her head around at the sound of the squealing tires and misses him just in time. That was too fucking close. I will deal with him again when we get back. My only choice now is to kill him; that’s the only way he will leave us alone. I try to focus on Laney by getting her to the pharmacy to fill her medicine. On the drive home, I think of ways to kill Jake without getting caught. Once we’re home, we load up the car and get back on the road to the Poconos.

  I watch as James and Laney exit the doctor’s. It’s a baby doctor, which means he went and got the dumb bitch pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I really liked Laney once; but some toys get old. We had a plan: fuck her up and dispose. Not fuck her up, fuck her, then have a baby. He has crossed the line. Not only is he messing up the plan, he is taking something that’s not his. I make sure to make a scene leaving the parking lot. He needs to know that I know and that I am not backing down from this game. On the drive back to the shitty hole-in-the-wall motel, I call Ashley. She’s the dumbest bitch I’ve ever met in my life, but she is the closest pussy around here. Once I get in the room I light up a cigarette and grab my tray of china. I pour the white in the spoon and smash it with another spoon. I grab the bottle of water on the nightstand and draw it into my syringe. Placing enough on the spoon with the dope. I tie my arm tight with my belt and finish up the prep. When I draw it back and release it into the vein my insides relax. It’s like being hugged from the inside. It’s a feeling you can never get from a person. I nod off and all the bullshit that I’ve seen today fades away.

  BOOM! BOOM! BANG!

  Someone’s beating at the door. I lazily walk toward the door, knocking over my tray on the way. Funny thing is I should be pissed; I just knocked my dope on the floor. But not yet, I can only feel good. When I reach the door, Ashley flies through it. “What the fuck, Jake! You couldn’t wait for me to get here? We could have went down together. Is there any left?” she bitches. All I hear is the adults on Charlie Brown going whomp, whomp, whomp. She crawls on the floor, looking for the shit I dropped. She doesn’t shoot like I do, I watch as she takes it and makes a line to snort. I give her five minutes before it kicks in, then she’s on my dick.

  I don’t remember much of our night as I lie in bed naked next to Ashley. I wake her ass up and tell her to leave. She looks pissed.

  “Just like that, you’re done with me? Jake Thomas, you’re a fucking asshole!” she shouts, throwing on her clothes.

  “I never said I wasn’t. Didn’t stop you from taking that dick last night, did it?” She rolls her eyes and flips me off as she leaves, slamming the door behind her. Dumb bitches, they do your drugs, fuck you and leave. I don’t deal with women anymore, except for what’s between their legs. That’s all they’re good for, and sometimes if I get high enough I don’t even need them.

  I have plans to destroy the happy couple today. I just need to call Casey and set them into motion. The phone rings once, and he gets on the line. “Yo,” he mumbles into the receiver.

  “I need a favor. Message James and see if he’s gonna be home today.” He says he can and we hang up. While I wait for his call back, I clean up my shit. Putting on the clothes I had on yesterday, I’m satisfied to see they aren’t that dirty. I go to the bathroom and splash my face with some cold water to wake up. I was hoping I wouldn’t need another hit, but I feel too drained not to. Instead, I just snort a line of candy to keep me coherent. My phone rings; Casey has the info I need.

  “I couldn’t get a hold of him, but I called his office. They said he was going on a trip for two weeks.”

  Oh really, a trip, huh? This is starting to look lik
e a really good day. We hang up, and I formulate a plan. I will need some help from Carmine and get some technical help. I meet Carmine at Laney’s house and we map out what we’re gonna do. I told James I was gonna finish this game, and I don’t lose. After I’m done and happy with the results, I head to James’ house. Little Miss Mute needs to use her mouth for something more useful than talking anyway. I pull up to James’ house to see Harry’s police car. What the fuck is he doing here? More obstacles I don’t need on such a good day. I knock on the door and he answers. He stands with door half-open as if he is trying to keep me out. I almost feel offended.

  “You’re not fucking with her anymore, Jake. Just go home.”

  “Go home? Aw, did you trade sides on me, Harry? We used to be so close. So close that our dicks touched once fucking the same girl, and this is where we are now?” I say, smiling. I know I push his buttons. It’s kind of nice to have a cop afraid of you.

  “You’re fucked up, man. Just go the fuck home. I don’t need this shit right now. Don’t fuck with me, Jake. I’m not in the mood.” I listen to him, blowing him kisses as I turn around. Dumb fuck, he just made his bed now he’s gonna lie in it. Just like Brad and Lance, and soon Laney and James. When will people realize not to fuck with me? I decide to backtrack, to make sure I left no bread crumbs leading back to me.

  Fucking pregnant. I can’t believe not only did he fuck her, but now they are making a family? With my leftovers? He must not have learned in high school. If something is mine, it will always be mine whether I want it or not. On the drive home, anger blurs my vision. I need to get high and it will go away. I get back to the motel and hit the white until I’m so high the world goes black.