Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

39 - Used, Undo & Understand

~ I Don't F*ck With You - Big Sean ~
❤︎

"Arghhh. This is so stupid. Maya, give me your phone," I hold my hand out to her. She doesn't hesitate to give me her phone.

I search through her contacts looking for Heath's name. I put the phone to my ear and let it ring. And of course he answers on the second ring. "Hey Maya. What's up," he asks.

"So you can answer Maya's calls but not mine?" I ask. He blew up at me in the limo after I thought everything was good again.

I hear a sigh through the other end. "Prystyne?" He questions.

"Heath, can we just talk. I swear I'm going to take a bat to my father's head," I plead.

"Don't. I'm fine," he assures. But I know he isn't.

"Those bruises were bad. Why didn't you fight back?" I ask. Heath could definitely kick my dad's ass if he wanted too.

I hear another long sigh. "I'm not going to fight your dad. Look I have to go," he says. He's lying.

"Heath don't-" he cuts the line. I toss the phone back to Maya. I lay down on my bed. "I hate everything."

"You like Heath don't you?" Maya asks.

"No I don't," I declare. Do I? I don't want to think about this. "Fuck this, I'm paying him a visit. He doesn't want to talk to me, I'll make him listen." I stand up and grab my jacket off my bed.

Maya sits on my bed continuing to smoke a blunt. "You coming? You can hangout with the boys," I tell her. She nods, getting her jacket.

"How are we getting there?" She asks as I open my door. I'm still on lockdown. But that's not stopping me.

"I'm taking one of my father's many cars. Rari or Lamb?" I ask Maya as we make our way to the huge garage. 32 cars. Why would someone who rarely drives need that many? I don't know, ask my son of a bitch dad.

"Lambo!" Maya exclaims. I laugh taking the keys off the wall before walking over to the black drop top Lamborghini.

I get in the front seat and throw on my sunglasses. "Ready," I ask, starting the car. The purr is like music to my ears. I open the garage before driving out.

We listen to music as we drive down the street. "So how are we getting in, if Heath's parents won't let you?" She asks. Good question.

I have the perfect plan. "There's a ladder next to his window. He used to use it to sneak out all the time," I recall. Hopefully it's still there.

I park the car on the side of the street before getting out. I help Maya hop over the gate and we make a run for it heading around the back.

"Here," I call out to Maya. I found the ladder. "Prys, that's the third floor." Maya says.

I place my hands on the ladder getting ready to climb. "You'll be fine. Just don't fall and don't look down," I begin climbing.

I take many deep breaths on the way up. I try to ignore the high height we've reached. Fortunately the window is already open. I crawl in and help Maya.

"Please tell me we don't have to climb back down?" Maya whines.

"We can sneak out the door," I assure. Speaking of doors, Heath's room door swings open. Ajax, Tag, Levi and Heath all walk in. Food and weed in their hands while they laugh.

At least Heath is having fun.

"Oh shit. How'd you guys get here," Tag asks while holding his hand out to us. I high-five it before he moves onto Maya.

Everyone is talking except Heath. He's just staring at me. "Well Heath and I will be back," I grab Heath's hand and lead him out the room. I walk down the hallway to the empty guest room I used to stay in many years ago.

I close the door and reach for his face pulling his lips to mine. He kisses back but it's not the same. There's no dominance or passion to it. It sucks.

I pull away. "What's wrong. Heath please talk to me," I plead. His eyes are everywhere but me. I just want everything to be okay again.

"Nothing Prystyne. We are good," he smiles but I can see straight through his facade.

"I can see straight through your bullshit," I walk over to the bed and sit on it. Heath stares at the wall ignoring me. "Heath."

"What, Prystyne? You didn't like me in the first place. You hate me, remember," he says. He finally looks at me but all I can see is anger in his eyes.

I shrug. "Past tense. Hated," I correct.

"Well maybe we should go back to our old ways. Back to when we hated each other," he suggests. I push back any tears threatening to fall.

"What the fuck," I blurt out. "Are you serious?" He nods. I stand up walking to him. "Heath if this is about my dad-"

"It's not. You were right, I only wanted to fuck. Obviously you aren't going to give it up so I got what I could. Now I'm done," he says coldly.

I scoff, biting my tongue. "Look me in the eye and tell me that." His eyes connect with mine. Anger, hurt and some other strong emotion I can't read.

"I'm done with you," he rephrases.

I close my eyes to think. I can't believe I let someone use me. I got used, again. "You're a real fucking asshole you know that," I mutter with anger. He shrugs, keeping a straight face.

I shake my head and push him out the way. I head back into his room. "Hey Maya, you cool with staying here for a bit. I have errands to run," I tell her.

"Yeah sure. I can come with you if you want?" She asks. I shake my head.

"No it's fine. I rather do them alone anyways. Bye guys," I wave to the three other guys in the room. I exit the room and run downstairs.

"Prystyne. What are you doing here!" I turn around to face Sam. "Wait what's wrong?" Her expression changes from a stern one to a sad one.

"Nothing. Just don't tell anyone I was here. I was dropping off Maya and you don't have to worry about Heath and I anymore," I leave through the front door. I walk straight to my car.

Once I get I begin driving. Fast. I pick up my phone and dial an old number I haven't called in a while. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Prystyne Terrance. What's up sweetheart," he asks. His voice projecting through the speakerphone.

"Out of jail already. Thought you had another month," I say with a tease to my tone.

"Well good behaviour gets you out earlier. You in town beautiful?" He asks.

"Yup! Stole my dad's Lamborghini, send your address and I'll pick you up. Any parties tonight, I need to get fucked up," I ask.

I hear a deep chuckle through the line. "There's one but it's not the usual type we go to. Drugs, alcohol the usual but this one some people have guns and hard drugs like coke and heroin," he adds.

"I hangout with you and you have a gun," I roll my eyes. He laughs again.

"Sending you my address now. See you soon babe," he hangs up. I enter his address in the GPS before speeding up.

Tonight is going to be fun.