Him:
I rev my bike and drive away before I do something stupid like taking Maya in my arms and kissing her until our bodies mold together and her lips are imprinted on mine. I hate being apart from her.
Yesterday was absolutely perfect, my mind is still filled with those pretty little sounds she made while my face was buried in her pussy and the way she pulled on my hair and pushed my head closer when she was about to come.
I've never been to heaven, but I'm sure that shit was pretty damn close.
I'm midway home when my phone vibrates, I pull up to the side of the road and take it out of my pocket.
Nate // 11:09
need 2 talk, our spot?
Me // 11:10
Yh, be there in 10
I check that there are no cars coming before I turn around and drive away the opposite direction, I speed up slightly, trying to get to our spot near the lake as soon as possible.
Ray was the one who showed us that spot. He said it's where he takes his grinder dates, I chose to not ask further questions. I don't wanna think that out hang out stop is also Ray's sex dungeon.
When I arrive, I see Nate sitting under a tree with a cigarette on one hand and a beer on the other. I park my bike in the grass and approach him, sitting down next to him and taking the cig from his hand. I don't smoke very often, only when I'm with Nate, but right now it's exactly what I need.
"What's wrong, dude?" I ask him after I take a long draw out of the cigarette and blow the smoke away from us.
"Did you really beat up that girl's ex yesterday?" He asks, avoiding eye contact.
God, it's crazy how fast rumors fly. I meant to tell Nate about it later today, but I guess someone beat me up to it.
"Uh, yeah. I was gonna tell you after we..."
"Do you know who he is, Nico? Do you know who that guy is?" Nate asks impatiently.
"Yeah, he's a piece of trash who hurt Maya, and a weak asshole too, that guy couldn't even throw a punch." I laugh. "What else is there to know?"
"Dylan Carter, 34 years old, spent 9 months in jail for drug possession." Nate explains.
"And?"
"And..." Nate takes a deep breath. "He shared a cell with your dad, Nico."
"He shared a cell with your dad, Nico."
He shared a cell with my dad.
Fuck. Me.
"I found out about it last week, I was going through my mom's documents for research and I found some papers with the name of your dad's jail. I started reading and found a list of inmates and their cell number, I knew Dylan was dating Maya at the time and I knew that you liked Maya so I was just curious and..."
Nate keeps talking but his voice muffles out, I can't hear him, I can't process anything that he's saying. My heart beats uncomfortably fast and I feel like someone's straight up choking me. I cover my ears and close my eyes, shaking my head to push away the flashback that I know is coming.
"Dude, dude, breathe." Nate's voice resonates in my head, but, like always, it sounds really far away.
"Do you understand what going to court means, mi niño?" My mom's voice pushes away Nate's. "It means that you can't lie, okay? You have to tell the truth about daddy, you have to tell the judge what daddy did to you."
