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Not Interested in Excuses - Colby

Waking up around 9AM, my eyes came into focus, the memories of last night flashing through my mind. Jo was so peaceful sleeping next to me, my heart burst with affection. I reached over pulling a piece of hair from her face, seeing her sleeping soundly. Kissing her shoulder, my eyes focused on her face.

    She was so fucking perfect, it still made my mind ignite with flames thinking about someone hurting her. She was so sweet, and bubbly, and passionate, I couldn't wrap my head around it. Her family disowning her for some fucking reason cause she was over weight. Her parents passing away, and then this fucking shit with the disgusting fucking twins. And they were able to walk free around town, and somehow his brother is on the team out of nowhere? I never even heard of this kid until last night.

    I had to talk to Coach about this. I had to get him off the team before I went fucking mental.

    My skin crawled with the anticipation of beating his fucking face in to the ground.

    He deserved it, so did his brother, in matching caskets. Next to each other. I exhaled, and slowly shifted out of bed, careful not to wake Jo. Snagging my shirt off the floor, I padded to the bathroom to take a piss. Flushing the toilet I washed my hands then peaked back in the room to see Jo still sleeping. I grabbed my phone out of my sweatpants pocket and snapped a picture of her sleeping. Smiling to myself, I made my way downstairs to the living room, unlocking my phone.

    Pressing the green dial button, I cleared my throat and held the phone to my ear while I rang. A few seconds later someone answered.

    "Hello?" Trent groaned, a woman in the background. He was still at Scar's house right where I left him.

    "I told her, man." I whispered glazing at the stairs making sure she wasn't there. "I told her everything. Even about Wyatt, and the interview."

    "Jesus you laid it all out for her, huh?" Trent snickered, coughing. "So how did she take it?"

    "Uh... good but not okay. She had a panic attack when I told her about Wyatt. Jesus, Trent I've never seen her so scared. Her eyes were like fucking saucers. They were so wide. It scared the shit out of me." I breathed running a hand through my hair.

    "Oh my god is she okay?!" A female voice rang out. I was on speaker.

    "She's fine, Scar. She's still sleeping." I replied.

    "Did you need to breathe with her? Make her count to ten? Have her-"

    "No, none of that." I murmured. My face is getting hot. I kissed her and made her come to help her relax.

    "You stupid.." Trent chuckled loudly in the background, my face getting hotter.

    "He kissed her, babe. It was in this stupid ass medical book from a doctor's office visit a few months ago. He pointed out that fact in a book and thought it was real."

    "Well did it work?" Scarlett called. I didn't reply, but Trent did.

    "Oh I'm sure, and then some." Trent laughed louder and I groaned, scratching my jaw. Thanks Trent for airing out my laundry, fucker.

    "Oh my god, Colby, you're screwing my sister?!" Scarlett screeched. I held the phone away from my ear. She was so loud, I winced.

    "Yes, and I enjoy it everytime. Alright now that we got that shit out other way can we talk about the real shit going on here? Have you called your lawyer yet?" I asked growling. I sat on the couch, every few seconds I looked at the stairs.

    A few moments went by before Scarlett replied, "I did, and he is looking into it. Something about that was expunged. Which doesn't make sense to me. I thought that restraining orders against people or persons were permanent."