Pierce Your Heart (Jealousy book 3)

Chapter 29: Broken Souls and promises.

Brandon

"Teach me, God, to walk with patience, as I know you are always on time,"I whisper, drowned in liquor and sitting around my office table at home.

The fact that I have not showered since yesterday, before the shootout and I'm still wearing the torn up, dirty sweaty clothes, sitting here, an inch away from alcohol poisoning, only could mean a nigga done lost his mind.

So I'm praying.

Cause it's the only thing I can do right now.

"Just please, you know what you gotta do for me. "I croak, trying to hold back my grief, as I hold the bottle of Hennessy to my forehead.  "Please. Just please maan."

I've been repeating the same prayer over and over hoping that the more I send the same message, it may over flood God's voice mail and he'll have no choice but to hear it.
Every second I sit at home waiting for the court day is like sitting in blazing fire.
Just thinking about what they over there doing to my wife and in law is too much---where ever 'there' is by the way.

What did I let Sky talk me into?
What if this is all a ploy?
A set up...

The confusing back and forth of whether I should trust her or not was mind damaging.

I've already wasted a day,
A whole fuckin day!

I could be trying to find Des!

But if you do that they are going to kill her! -my subconscious reminds me.

Well, sitting here waiting  on Thursday isn't keeping them from harming her either!

Landing my forehead on the table, I beat it into the Mahogany wood repeatedly.Hard enough so I can feel it through the numbness of the liquor.

Waiting is...

This is just fucking maddening, that's what it is.

"Sir."I hear the familiar voice of Rosa at the door.

I really do not need her lectures right now.The last thing I need is a reminder that i should eat, bathe, or any other shit like that.
I'm a grown man.
If I feel hungry I'll eat.

"Yes? "I Answer frustrated, rubbing my forehead still landing repeatedly into the table, just enough to shake the pencils and pens a bit.

"You have an important Skype call sir."she sighs.

The only people who Skype me are my-

My kids.

My heart raced as I realized they haven't spoken to their mom in days nor I, for an entire day.
They must be worried.

I stop slamming my forehead down and sit up taking a deep breath.

Des would have my head if she found out I have the opportunity to talk to our kids and I haven't.
Worse if I dodge a call right now-drunk, dirty, torn up or not. I gotta take this call.

I finally allow my eyes to meet Rosa's since I've sat up.
She stood, 5'4, olive-toned, late forties, curly black hair with her arms folded.

I nod to her, and she walks towards me with the apple tablet. Taking one good look at me she sighs, places the tablet on the table and grabs a napkin from her apron pocket.

Before I could understand what was happening my face was already in her hand and the napkin being drawn all over my skin. Drawing her hands through my low curls she attempts to finger comb it.

"Rosa what tha-"

"Sir, with all due respect, I will not let you talk to those children looking like you were in a bar fight! "She grits, her accent thick through her frustration."It's bad enough you're drunk."
She sounded like she was about to cry.
I relax and let her.