Big Tree Village

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I felt a small, warm, fuzzy, body walk across my legs. I opened my eyes and watched as Peter pushed Oinkers along. “Wake her up,” Peter was saying, “come on boy.” Oinkers stayed silent, he was such a good boy. Peter sighed. I sat up and he smiled. “Morning, Zo.” He said as if he just walked in. I saw my red leather jacket hung nicely in my closet, and my boots neatly set by the door. Plus my jeans were hanging out of my hamper, and I was still wearing Sarah’s. Peter cleared his throat. “Now we need to talk rules, because I don’t want to come home and see a boy in your room, ever again.” He said patting Oinkers. I rubbed my forehead and sighed, boy in my room? 

“What?” I say squinting. He sighed.

“Last night I came home and you were sleeping and the florist was here hanging up your clothes and stuff, I don’t know. But we need to talk about that. It’s…” he struggled for a word, “inappropriate.” I laughed, he sounded like my mother. I closed my eyes and pictured Chance’s scar last night. I shuddered and opened my mouth. 

“I went to a party, I was tired and he took me home and helped me out.” I explained. He nodded slowly. 

“Well, yeah. But I had no notice of this, wait, party?”  He murmured. I nodded; I regretted using that word. 

“Well, who’s party,” I shrugged and he sighed, “just next time give me a heads up.” He dropped a box on my bed and left. I ripped it open and gasped. It was a white iPhone4s. I slipped it out of the box and turned it on. It rang and said, “Hello Zoey, I’m Siri, your new phone.” 

The doorbell rang, awakening me from my fascination with my new phone. I skipped over to the door, extremely happy. I pulled it open and smiled at Demona. She walked past me, and in to the family room. She sighed and slumped on the couch, uh oh. I shut the door and walked over, cautious to let her speak first. I’ve had moments like these with Paige. Whenever something bad happened, she would storm over and be all mad. I’ve learned not to ask what the problem is. Demona sighed again.

“Zoey,” she stalled, “I love him, I really do.” I put my finger to my lips as I saw Oinkers running towards me. He slid across the hardwood and bumped in to my feet. Demona didn’t look up. “I just can’t figure out if he loves me or not. Like he wears that necklace, everyday. Like why can’t it be a damn ring? And I have one too.” I choked on my own salvia. 

“Marriage?” I clarified. She looked over at me and nodded.

“Why not?” She shrugged. I gulped and slid my phone in to the pocket of my sweatshirt and sat next to her. 

“Because,” I began, “you’re eighteen, and you have more to you than Rocki. You’re smart and own a business, he just does the tattoos. Plus you’re talents. They can take you far, you’re good with finances, what else?” I sounded like my mother. 

“Well,” she thought, “I can sing.” I ushered her to sing and she did. “I know I’m young, and you’re young too. But it shouldn’t matter, because I love you. The way you laugh, your small brown eyes. The way you hold me when I cry!” Her eyes were closed and her mouth, wide open. She stood up on “cry” and threw her hands in the air, and sang louder. “Now all I want is you! Nothing but you! I dream about you, sing about you! I breathe for you! I need you, now. And forever baby. Now and forever baby!” She sighed and “baby” echoed in the air. She sat down and sang, “Oooooh, I know I’m young, and you’re young too.” Her eyes slowly opened and she blushed. Her hands went directly to a pack of cigarettes in her pocket. “I gotta go take a puff.” She grumbled. As she started to get up, I grabbed her arm. 

“That was amazing.” 

Demona and I spent the rest of the day talking. Marriage was out of the question, but singing that song to Rocki would make everything just right between them. “Oh my god. Damn, we have got to talk about last night bitch, were you drunk?” I blushed and looked down at Sarah’s pants; I still hadn’t taken them off. I shook my head. “Well damn, you were passed out big time. Chance carried you inside and took off your coat, surprised he didn’t take off anything else.” I felt my face burn with embarrassment. She laughed wildly. “Oh and you had two pairs of pants. What the hell?” She asked. I rubbed Sarah’s pants and sighed.

“I don’t know why but when Chance said he had a girlfriend I got really mad, I like went inside. Then I met this girl, and we hung out. Some guy spilled beer on me and she lent me a pair of pants. Then Chance found me and was really pissed. I never gave them back though.” I looked down at the pants. She sighed.

“It’s called jealousy, it’s a bitch.” She nodded like she knew how I felt. Truth be told she probably knew how this felt. And what to call it. All I know is that there is a huge pain in my chest, and I can’t stop thinking about this girlfriend of his. “I’m going to call him, tell him you love him.” She reached for Siri on the coffee table. I gasped.

“What? No, I don’t love him! Stop! DEMONA!” I screeched. She dialed a number and stopped. It was silent other than my heavy breathing. 

“Fine,” she handed me Siri, “you tell him.” I looked down and heard the soft ringing. I almost hit end but then Chance’s voice echoed in my ears. 

“Hello?” Demona smiled and I pulled the phone to my ear.

“Hi.” I cough out, afraid he’d hang up. 

“Zoey, hey.” He knew it was me, wow. 

“Uhm,” I say looking over at Demona and biting my lip, “thanks for everything last night.” He chuckled.

“Yeah no problem. Is Demona there?” He wondered. I smiled and Demona groaned.

“Yeah I’m here, booboo. And we need to talk. You have a girlfriend? I thought you dumped her ass!” It was silent until there was a beep and he was gone. Demona sighed. “He hates talking about the girl; I don’t even know her name. I saw her once. She was ugly too.” I felt the burning in my chest, he hung up on me. On us. 

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please keep reading, i know the beginning is not super thrilling but it gets better! :)