Bad Ideas

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Chapter 18

Shayla

I hadn't slept since Sunday's dinner. I left the fight to the adults and laid beside Cyn while everyone was crying. I rubbed her back without speaking until she was asleep and lightly snoring. I don't know why I didn't speak to her. Or cuddle her. The rubbing was already too much. Anything else I'd of had to admit I cared for her.

When I finally checked the clock it was 4 am. The house was quiet while my brother and Kam were sleeping. I walked into the dining room and almost puked from the smell of the left out food. I had to clean it. I grabbed some yellow rubber gloves and a trash bag, cleaning the dining room without making a lot of noise. By 6 am I was done and on my way home to shower.

Cyn didn't come to work on Monday or any other day of the week leaving me at a loss. I knew that whole ordeal had scared her. Hell, I'd be scared too.

On Thursday night I got a call from my old Sargeant asking me if I wanted to take an odd job for a year or two working security for a high tech mogul. Just me and Eddie on the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Sounded good, but I told Stan and Kam both I wouldn't go. Mainly because I'd just got home.

But every day the girl didn't talk to me, was bringing me closer to going back to hell. Because this was torture.

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Friday Night

Eddie wanted to go out. He never wanted to go out, but of course he chose that night. A Friday night in this small town with a storm looming overhead. Angel gave him the go ahead so I felt bad and wouldn't tell him no.

"There's a party across the pond. Let's go." He yelled, getting in his white Mercedes.

I jumped inside, rolling my eyes at him. "We've been drunk since last night. Aren't you tired yet?" I asked, putting my sunglasses over my eyes and my feet up on the dash.

It was 6:00 pm and dark outside, and I was hung over. Still. After our case was closed my brother gave me the next few days off. All I wanted to do was hang out with Cyn, but that wasn't in the cards for me. So Eddie was my next best option.

"No I'm not tired at all. We've been in another country for years. Isn't it fun just to be home. Drinking. Living. Not holding a fucking lugger."

"Yeah, I guess it is, Ed." I told him, lighting a cigarette.

The house across the pond ended up to be my friend Shirley's house. Well, not friend. My dad's neighbor is really what she was. She smiled at me, then gave me a hug. She had blonde hair and big tits and liked the word, yo.

"Yo, I know you, yo."

"Yeah, Shirley. I'm your neighbor." I laughed at her, heading inside. For a while me and Eddie stood around with the locals just gabbing away. I ended up drinking a lot more than planned because my house was across the street.

I was standing outside smoking a cigarette sipping on pure vodka when the prettiest girl in the world showed up. Her Joan Jett hair was gelled at the ends, spiking out and layered around her face like a skilled movie stars. Her hazy eyes were extra green tonight. Her nails a shocking blood red. Her glasses were missing making her look older and dare I say sexier.

"Awe, did you show up because it's my birthday?" She teased, taking my cup from me. When she took a drink I expected her to make a face. She didn't. She swallowed it like the vodka was water.

"Has it really been three weeks already?" I asked, taking my cup back.

She had red lipstick on. I stuck my lips to the exact place she'd placed hers and took a drink. She watched me, swallowing hard at my action. This was going to be a long time waiting for her. And I was going to tease her every step of the way.