The Blake Project: Book 2

Chapter 12

Blake's POV

I woke up the next morning by the sound of keys hitting the counter top.

I slowly opened my tired eyes to find myself sitting at the kitchen table with my head on the wood surface. I groaned as the person who just walked in made a lot of noise.

"Keep it down" I whined closing my eyes again.

"Blake, wake up" Lola said shoving my shoulder.

I opened my eyes again and saw Lola place a glass of water in front of my face with some Advil.

"Thank you" I mumbled as I sat up and grasped the glass in my hand.

"How was last night?" I asked her rubbing my eyes

"I told Henry everything this morning. I didn't want to tell him while he was drunk because I was scared he wouldn't remember and I would have to tell the story again" Lola sighed taking a seat at the table

"How did he react?" I asked placing the Advil in my mouth.

"You could tell he felt like shit. Their were some tears but not as much as you" Lola joked

"Lola this isn't a funny subject" I told her not finding humor in her comment at all

"It's in the past Blake, we can't do anything to change it." She said calmly

"I told you that I would kill him and I've been trying my best to keep my anger in when I see him but you don't know how hard it is to see him. I hope you know that if you gave me the ok to do it all those years ago he would've been dead by now" I said getting angry at just the thought of that creep still walking on earth.

"I know, but even if I did agree, deep down you wouldn't have the heart to actually kill him" Lola said quietly

"Yes I would, he raped you. Jack fucking raped you. That sick bastard deserves to rot in hell" I said slamming my palm onto the table

"C'mon let's go, I'm not having this conversation with you" Lola sighed changing the subject

"I have to change first" I mumbled

"I got you a shirt and you can wear those pants." Lola said throwing a blue long sleeve at my face.

I got up from my seat and took my shirt off. I handed it to Lola who threw it in the laundry basket in the laundry room as I started pulling the new shirt over my head.

"Good?" Lola asked

I nodded my head and followed her out of my house. I got into her silver car and watched as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Does she know your coming?" Lola asked

"Don't know" I shrugged obviously hinting that I was still mad about earlier.

The car ride was silent with only a few words of exchange. I know Lola hates talking about what happened but I heard talking about it helps the healing process.

We drove up to the huge white building and parked. I closed my eyes for a quick second before gaining the courage to get out of the car and towards the main doors.

As we walked into the lobby I felt Lola grab my hand and squeeze it for comfort.

"Do you remember the room number?" Lola asked me

"Yeah, this way" I answered leading her to the flight of stairs.

"She's on the sixth floor" I added

"Why don't we just take the elevator?" Lola asked pulling my hand back

"Sure" I said in a monotone