Deep Blue

Chapter Six

Naomi

If someone were to ask me where I was or why I was here, I wouldn't be able to give them a legitimate answer. I completely blanked out and drove 7 miles out of town to visit someone that I'm pretty sure think I fell off the face of the earth and don't even exist anymore. I just need time away to get myself together before I face reality of my life, which is going left like now for instance.

I'm damn near on E, my phone died 3 hours ago , I only have $20 to my name right now, I have a extreme headache, I'm somewhat sober, the rain continuously pours harder every second and my car smells like wet feet or dog and it's drenched on the backseat where my window was broken in to. I tried covering it with a Walmart bag I stole from this old lady , even though it look tacky. But that mission failed tremendously. The wind practically man handled the bag, soaking up my leather seats and the back of my hair.

I sighed. I know Deep Blue was trying to be romantic and nice but this put me in a bind at the moment. I know he said a guy was going to fix it but now is so not the time when I'm driving around window less. I'm bound to be pulled over anytime. I'm already pissed as hell at Effrin's little show but this made me so frustrated.

I shook my head trying to ease my mind from racing on bull crap. I don't want a massive headache. I don't want to think about Deep Blue, Michael, Josh, D especially not Effrin. I just want no guys to think about. I feel like a low key hoe even though I didn't do anything with these men but to know there is 5 guys practically floating around you with some types of feelings connected makes me feel horrible. I don't know how some women can do this without feeling ashamed for themselves.

I parked my car on the curve as I looked at the cottage/ranched styled home on front of me. It was surrounded by trees but it was also a one story home. It was huge from this angle. The rain continued to pour and I finally realize its either now or never. And clearly I don't have enough gas to even get me on the highway home. I grabbed my bag and dead phone and made a run for it through the rain. I catched my breathe when I made it to the porch.

I stared at the wooden door concepating if I should turn around. I mean I'm knocking on a door that I don't even know if the person I'm looking for still lived here or what if they don't remember me and call the police?. My thoughts was cut short when I heard loud footsteps and cursing. More swearing that I do.

"Who the fuck is at the door?" I heard an unfamiliar voice yell from the door. I quickly took 2 steps back almost hitting the rain as the door swung open revealing a shirtless man with only his boxers on. I swear he looked like a lighter version on Shemar Moore but Italian, or so I assumed by his appearance and accent.

"Um who the fuck are you?" He asked, throwing his hand in a lopsided 'L' gesturing towards me. If I wasn't in this situation to right now I would've laughed. He looked like a comedian right now and I don't think he was trying. He instantly reminded me of that guy off of Legally Blonde. You know the blonde girl's friend, the one with the ex-boyfriend from the trailer who tried to take her dog from her. He reminded me of the ex boyfriend but he wasn't ugly and fat but he was fit and fine.

"I...uh..was l--" I tried to focus on his face to answer his question but it was extremely hard not only by his stance but it was difficult when his fly was open but he was wearing any pants. It looks like he was getting play literally 1 minute ago. Geesh. I'm not suppose to be thinking of guys right now.

"Wait. Are you one of those crackheads? Look if Rico told you I have a supply, he was lying. I quit that shit a long time ago. That's the reason why I got deported from America in the first place. So get the fuck away" He explained. My eyes widen. Did he say I was a crackhead? Do I looked that bad? Did he just say he got deported for selling drugs? Should I be scared or worried?