The Brown Eyed Daughter

Chapter 8

Lala had been in the house for almost a week now. She stayed away from everyone beside Needy, he was her best friend in the house. The other women didn't even try to reach out to her. The reason being they were jealous of that fact that Lala had what they all wanted. Mr. Sanders. Speaking of which, he had left out of town on business. Leaving Lala to pretty much lose her mind. She had nothing to do, nobody to annoy. Well, she could annoy the other women, but she knew that would lead to a fight and Lala wasn't sure What Mr. Sanders would do if he found out.

She now laid on her bed, smoking a cigarette, staring at the ceiling fan. Watching spin, round and round. I miss Jack and Jayde, she thought to herself. She wondered if she could at the very least see Jayde, then Lala could tell Jack that she was okay. "Fuck this!" She shot up out the bed.

She threw on a random black sun dress and was light make up. She wasn't gonna lie, she wanted to look pretty when she saw Jayde or if she was lucky enough, Jack too. Taking one last look in the mirror, she approved. She then walked out of her room and down the stairs and out the the front door. The guards not even paying attention to her. Lazy assed motherfuckers, she thought to herself.

She walked over to one of many drivers that were always on stand by, he was older with a white mustache. "Can you take me to the Huntington Inn motel?" The driver nodded, opening the door the car. She sat in the back of the car for what seemed of hours, she was nervous to see Jayde, but she was also nervous about if anyone found out she had left. If any of the girls saw her she would definitely be ratted out.

It was now dark out. She knew Jayde were be at her post. She had the driver stop a couple blocks away and got out of the car saying she would be back in a couple minutes. She walked over to the underpass, not seeing Jayde. When suddenly a familiar black Tesla pulled up, making Lala smile, until she saw Jayde getting out.

"What the fuck!?" Jayde and Jack looked over seeing Lala. "You guys are fucking?!" Jack immediately jumped out of the car running to Lala, hugging her. "Get the fuck of me!"

Jack held his hands up, backing up. "I'm sorry, I've missed you so much--"

Lala scoffed. "Oh! Really? Enough that you have to fuck Jayde?!"

"The fuck is wrong with me huh?" Jayde slurred and stumbled toward the pair. "I'm not good enough for him huh? I'm not good enough for you! I'm not good enough for anything huh? You fucking cunt!" She said getting in Lala's face. It took everything she had in her not to clock her.

Lala took a breath, looking in her eyes. "Look, Jayde, you are real high and your acting real fucking stupid. You need to quit before--"

"Before what?" Jayde stepped slowly to Jack leaning on him, and kissing his cheek.

"Lala it's not--"

Lala interrupted Jack. "It's not what huh? Fuck the both of you!" She turned walking away both middle fingers in the air.

Jack ripped himself from Jayde, running after her, catching up to Lala he grabbed her arm. "I love you! Don't do this!"

Lala yanked her out of his grasp, her right fist clenched. He was holding on so hard that his nails left a mark. "Nobody's allowed to touch me!" She swung her tighten fist, connecting with Jack's face knocking him back. "Touch me again, you'll be dead, I promise." She said walking back to car and jumping in, slamming the door. "Home now please!" She shouted at the driver, who sped off, wheels squealing.

Tears flooded in her eyes. She felt so betrayed. The two people she loved the and needed the most in the world. How could Jack? How could Jayde? And what the fuck was she on? Heroin probably, she thought to herself. "Fuck!" She said as she curled into a ball in the backseat. Eventually she found herself falling asleep in a lump of sorrow.