Loyal

Chapter 79

Colin's POV

"What's her damn phone number?!"

Dwayne is frozen on the bed, his ass not able to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. Rape. Drugs. I can't grasp the shit myself but I'll be damned if I don't do everything in my power to get a hold of Tinashe to straighten this shit out!

"I SAID, WHATS HER FUCKIN PHONE NUMBER!?" Dwayne straightens up, trying to pass his jumping up getting off the bed.

"Bruh, I don't think it's a good idea for you to call right now..I mean...what if she got a lawyer listening? They can use that shit against you right?"

I put my head in my hand. The motherfucker who wanted to be a pimp last night all of a sudden becomes a member of the fuckin CIA.

"Does it look like I fuckin give a damn about whether or not she has five o on the other end!?"

Dwayne hands me his phone, he already dialed her. I start to pace again, grinding my teeth in anger and frustration. How dare this bitch... after I tried to fuckin save her...I didn't hurt her, I didn't fucking touch her!!

"Hello?" Tinashe's smooth voice is on the other end. Her tone is even, light, like she isn't fucking accusing me of attempted rape. It pisses me the fuck off.

"Tinashe?" I try to keep my voice down, but it's a low growl.

She lets out a smothered laugh.

"Colin?"

"What I hear better not be fuckin true."

"What?"

"You're fuckin saying I raped you?"

"You did."

"TINASHE! I DIDNT EVEN FUCKIN TOUCH YOU!"

"That's funny, because that's not what I remember.."

I hear voices in the background.

"After you forced me to take those pills, you took advantage of me," her voice has changed now, serious, calculating. She switched up. 

"YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS!? YOU TOOK THOSE DAMN PILLS I FUCKIN LEFT!"

"So then you admit you were there," Tinashe says softly, the high pitched tone of her voice fuckin reminds me of Trish. I hang up. Calling was probably a shitty move; I know she has people there with her. Fuck. A knocking comes at the door and I flinch, Dwayne does too. He slowly goes to answer it, pushing to look through the peephole.

"Ah shit," he opens the door slowly, letting in a team of 49er PR people. 

 They shove past him.

"Dammit Kaep," one of Becca's assistants moans. I fall onto the bed close behind me and put my head into my hands. Vera.

Vera's POV

I run my fingers across the top of my stomach. Leah's hands follow mine.

"Is it weird having something growing inside of you?" She asks. She's been so curious about the whole process, asking me all kinds of questions. We sit on the couch of our living room, a plate of peanut butter cookies across from us on the coffee table.

"Honestly, it's kinda weird. Like there's cramping, it's a super foreign feeling," I smile, rubbing my belly button. The baby has started to grow quickly, my tummy already starting to protrude. My mind drifts to my late grandmother. The only family I really had growing up. She would have been so happy. 

"Well, either way you're workin it girl!" Leah laughs. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah I'm workin it until another two months pass by, then I'll look like a damn elephant."

"Girl, don't say that!"

"It's true. My grandma always told me that my mom's ankles and wrists swelled so much when she was pregnant with me." I'd never given much thought to my mother, seeing as she was never around. I wonder how she dealt with the whole process. 

"Well, I'm sure if your grandma could see you now she would be very proud of how strong you've been," Leah wraps her arms around me into a hug. It takes everything to keep myself from crying. The past few weeks have been trying. First I give my heart to someone I wouldn't dare give it to in the first place, and then I get the beating of my life by someone I thought was a close friend. Healing physically has been difficult, but not as difficult as having to nurse these emotional cuts. Everyone says God will never put anything on your plate that you can't handle. My damn plate is near broken.

I reach down to grab my phone, Colin hasn't texted me the entire day. I frown before putting it back and reach for another peanut butter cookie. It would be nice to have family to share this news with. The only person I have to connect with about motherhood is my aunt, but that is definitely not the same as having a mother. 

"Oooohh, look, your baby daddy is on tv," Leah elbows me. I reach for the plate of cookies and hold it on top of my stomach, turning up the volume, my heart skipping a beat at the sound of Colin's name.

As the usual ESPN theme plays, a familiar blonde reporter shows up across the screen and I feel the skin on my arms prickle. Melody. Her shrill voice raises an me clench my jaw.

Hello, June. We are currently here in Miami, Florida, where apparently a police report has been obtained accusing Colin Kaepernick, 49ers quarterback, of rape.

I move forward on the couch, the glass plate of cookies I'm holding crashing onto the ground. Melody moves slowly to the side, showing a large glass mansion behind her. I feel Leah come around me as she tries to grab the remote and change the channel, but I snatch it away from her.

We are currently in front of the house that was raided last night, where a drug bust was reported to have taken place. Two San Francisco 49er teammates were spotted on site, one allegedly Kaepernick. The victim of the alleged rape places Kaepernick as her rapist.

Colin's candid face appears on the side of the screen, and at that same moment I fall forward, throwing up across the coffee table.