CARTER REEVES
Can this day get anymore weird? After spending eight hours listening to some of the worst musicians I’ve ever heard in my life the girl I had a one night stand with seven years ago steps out on the stage and beings singing and playing her electric guitar with so much passion she had me and the east of the guys blown away. I finally get to find out her name after all these years but before I can speak to her I end up puking on her. Then for the last couple of hours I have had to live through the most excruciating torture I’ve ever been put through in my life by setting back and watching the guys I not only call my best friends but my family relentlessly flirting with her and to top it off she doesn’t even seem to remember the night we spent together. The night I’ve spent comparing every other woman to for all these years.
Now here I am sitting in her house my jealously running ramped. To be completely honest I’ve actually been entertaining numerous different scenarios of ways I can murder Dani’s sorry ass. I’ve pictured pushing him in front of a moving car possibly even pushing him off a cliff somewhere. The one scenario that always gives me the most satisfaction is me wrapping my hands around his throat and chocking the hell out of him. God I embarrassed Amanda so badly tonight she didn’t deserve to be done that way. The messed up thing is I didn’t want her touching me because I didn’t want Emmie to see it and get the idea we are close with each other. But isn’t she going to come to that conclusion anyway, I mean Amanda and I do live together for gods sakes that’s kind of a dead giveaway I’m in a relationship with her. Now Amanda is pissed off with me and she’s not stupid she knows whatever is wrong with me involves Emmie somehow. She’s going to make my life a living hell when I get back to the hotel room tonight. Now I find out Emmie’s dad is some kind of hell’s angels or something and she’s got a son to boot. Can anything else happen to mess this night up anyamore than it already is?
“Hey I know who you are. I like to hear you sing you’re badass.”
“I freeze for a moment afraid this small terror is going to punch me in the balls like he did Dani. I loved it when he done it to him. But I sure as hell don’t want the little shit doing the same thing to me. When I look at his face he is smiling at me I start to answer him then I look into his eyes and nothing else exists. I’m staring into eyes identical to mine. The resemblance between me and him is unbelievable. “How old are you” I question feeling as if I’m going to be up chucking again at any moment.
“I’m six years old, how old are you?”
“I’m twenty nine. When is your birthday?”
“When is your birthday?” Jesse Jay counters
“Come on kid I’m not playing when is your birthday?”
“I’m not playing with you either. Giving out personal information like that is just asking to get your identity stolen and my pops says I’m never hand shit like that out to anyone. So the way I see it is if you want to know my personal birthday you’ll have to tell me yours first. That way I know your personal shit to and if you steal my identity I can steal yours.” Jesse Jay states as if it’s perfectly normal thing for a six year old boy to even understand what stealing someone’s identity is.
“Alright kid you win. I was born December the fifth of nineteen eighty five now it’s your turn to cough it up.”
“March the second two thousand seven.” Jesse Jay declares as if that is the coolest birthday in history.
I begin counting back to the night I’d had sex with Emmie and it all coincides with this kid’s birthday holy shit this this is my kid. I guess things can go from messed up to fucked up in a matter of minutes as I was worried about earlier. What am I supposed to do with this information now that I have it? I glance over at Emmie only to see her watching me and her son talking. She has this strange look on her face as her eyes is dart back and forth me and him something tells me she might be putting a few things together. I think back to the night her and I were together I know she was drunk that night. Well that really is putting it lightly she was extremely drunk that night but I had been as well. I never forgot about her or the way she looked that night nor the emotions she inspired in me. Could she have possibly been so drunk that night she doesn’t remember me? Could she have snuck out of the room without even checking to see what the guy looked like she had spent most of the night screwing like a rabbit with? I tilt my head to the side staring her down after a few minutes I see her eyes go wide and her face pales. She just got it and I’m praying she is feeling as sick as I am at the moment. It appears her and I have a lot more to discuss than a one night stand seven years ago.
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RomanceEmmie had to drop out of college and her all girl band at the end of her first year. All due to one drunken mistake she made at a party one night. She ended up having to move back home with her dad which is the MC of the local chapter of the Chosen...
