Xavier FINAL(53)
I hung up the phone and turned off the oven. I walked past Xavier and up the stairs. I went into the closet where I had just hung up my clothes and started taking them down. Less than two minutes later Xavier was walking in with my grandmother’s nightstand.
His eyes went from my bags to me and then back.
“You wanted this back. I got it.”
He walked past me and started taking everything off the nightstand that was by the bed and then took it out of the room. He walked back in and put my grandmother’s in its place and started putting everything back on it.
“Don’t bother.”
“It’s not a bother.” He almost snapped.
“I’ll be taking it with me.”
“Sure thing but you aren’t going anywhere.”
“Xavier I appreciate everything but that shit doesn’t fly!”
“He hurt you. He won’t again.”
“Or what, you and your Italian mafia pals gonna rough him up?”
“Nope, just me.” He walked over and started taking things out of the bag.
“Why? Why did you have to do that?”
“Because if you were mine Taelyn, I would have.”
“If you were mine you wouldn’t!”
“I’m going to head home. Your safe here--”
“I was safe at my place.”
“You didn’t think so; you answered the door with fucking pepper spray! You woke up from a nightmare about him!”
“I’m not a pussy!”
“Never said you were. But if you were mine--.”
“I’m not! You pissed on the bed? You broke shit? You met my brothers and think you shouldn’t mention it to me--.”
“I might have mentioned it had I not walked into the bedroom while you were staring at a screen shot of my dick getting off to a song--.”
I picked up the phone and chucked it at him. The bastard ducked and then he laughed.
“If you were mine you wouldn’t pull that shit and if you were such a tough girl you wouldn’t have missed.”
I reached into the closet and pulled out the clothes he had put back in.
He took them out of my hands and threw them back in.
“Child.”
He grabbed my hand and pushed it hard against his pants. “What the--.”
He reached between my legs and cupped me hard.
“This is mine.” His finger pushed under my panties and I stumbled back.
He caught me and kissed me hard. I knew I should pull away but instead I squeezed his balls.
He groaned into my mouth, “Harder.”
“Smug--.” He ripped my underwear off and pulled me up and pushed inside me before I could even finish my sentence.
He fucked me hard against the wall and I could do nothing but hold on. I was ready to come and he stilled. I felt him come inside me and then just as quickly as he entered he pulled out and set me on my feet.
I was shocked. I don’t know why, but I was.
He grabbed his sweatshirt off the end of the bed where he had left it and then took his overnight bag that had been delivered and turned and looked at me.
He was pissed and I was still shocked.
“If you were mine, you would have come.”
What happened next? He walked out the door.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Bastard!
I walked out and the phone chimed.
-I did it because I give a shit. You of all people should understand. You were raised by people who aren’t much different than I am, or so I thought.
Fuck him. I didn’t reply.
After I cleaned up the kitchen I walked into what was now the temporary office. He had gone through all the notes and written down members of some of the bands I had found. The solo artists he liked he had highlighted.
He made a list of bars where some of the artists I had found had upcoming gigs.