“Admit it. I’m not good enough. You’re embarrassed to be my girl.” I say this almost slowly. It isn’t a question; it’s the truth and time to let the elephant out of the room. “Admit it,” I snarl.
“You ass. I fucking love you more than myself…” Her small hands go to pound my chest. That’s the thing about Dolly—she’s tiny but fucking fast, so when she strikes, you always need to be ready. I grab her wrist and shake her.
“You’re a liar. I may be a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them.”
“Wait. What are you saying?” She’s shouting but with the music blasting in the background, no one can hear us.
“I’m saying that all I have done is be there for you. Support you with your need to be liked and loved by strangers. And you can’t even stand to admit that I’m your guy.” I lean in to suck in her breath. “I love you, but this shit stops now.”
“Or what?” Her fingers curl as if she wants to scratch me open. I’d actually like for her to do it because right now, I’m so fucking sick of all this bullshit.
“I’m done.” I toss her hands away.
“Fuck you, Edge. You can’t do this.”
I turn, leaving her frozen to the spot, her luscious mouth hanging open. I’m not putting up with this anymore. I give and she takes. Ignoring all the old-timers who are either singing, fucking, or fighting, I stalk past them and make my way over to Axel and Rhys.
Rhys is strumming his guitar and Axel is smoking whatever shit he smokes.
“Give me something,” I growl at him. Arching a brow, he hands the joint over.
“Go slow. That’s some new shit.” He blows the smoke he was holding up into the night sky.
“Fuck,” I snarl as I inhale.
“That bad, huh?” Rhys asks.
“It’s a long story.” My eyes focus in on Jason and Crystal laughing with Chuckie over at the BBQ pit.
“Dude, this is Edge and Dolly. They always fight and get back together.” Axel takes the joint back and hands it to Rhys.
I already feel the tingling warmth of magic go straight to my head and my cock, which hasn’t recovered from Dolly anyway. So, now it’s hard and kind of buzzing but in a good way.
“Is that what you think? That we just break up and shit?” I stare at Axel and run my hands up and down my face. That’s when I notice the smell of her cunt on them and wish I could keep them there forever.
“I don’t care, Edge.” Axel laughs.
“Fuck off.” I drop my hands.
“Go get laid. Amber was looking for you.” I gaze around the compound. All I want is Dolly, but she’s so far away. We’re so far away…
“Dude?” Both Axel and Rhys are staring at me. Axel looks like he just ate dog shit.
“Pull it together, man. We don’t need to hear about how much you love her and how much of a fucking mess you are.” He shakes his head in disgust making me realize I must have said that out loud.
“Fuck.” I should go home. I’m in no condition to deal with people. And whatever shit we smoked has made me high as a kite. As I walk over to Jason and that posse, my cock rubs painfully against my jeans. I’m sick of Axel—he’s a dick. A sanctimonious one. I can’t wait for the day some girl fucks with his head. I’m going to laugh at him, torture him.
After all, fair is fair.
“Hey Edge.” Crystal sweeps her long red hair off her shoulders displaying her brand new tits. Chuckie bought them for her two months ago. She’s tall and can seriously fuck. Chuckie likes to watch and has no problem sharing her.
“You okay, man?” Jason looks over at me, a frown on his face as I can’t seem to talk.
I nod and all three look at each other and burst out laughing.
“Dude, what did you take? You’re flying man.” Chuckie grabs my shoulder and gives me a shake.
“I lost Dolly,” is all that comes out.
“Wait, what?” Jason looks at me confused like I’m an insect, an ant that he wants to step on. They all want to step on me because my dad is a loser.
“Whoa, what did you take?” They all start laughing again.
“Okay, brother, why don’t you take a nap. Crystal go ahead and take him to our room. Take care of him, babe.” He slaps her on the ass. She smiles and whispers in his ear. At least I think it’s his ear. I’m starting to see rainbow-colored lights.
“Come on, Chuckie. It sounds like he got in a fight with Dolly. Let him rest.” That’s Jason but he sounds so far away. Next thing I know, Crystal’s sharp nails, her flowery perfume, and her soothing words guide me upstairs.
DOLLY
Seventeen years old
I’m in shock. What the hell happened? I lean back against the seat and try to breathe. This is by far the worst day of my life, and I have had some shit days, but this?
He did not just break up with me, did he? We’re Edge and Dolly.
I lean my head back and replay it all. Somehow, I turned out to be the bad guy.
What the fuck? I look down at my legs and seem to be shaking. I handled the Homecoming thing wrong and he misunderstood everything. In a way, I should be beyond pissed because… well, I love him. Sure, I wish he would take school more seriously so we can get out of the club, but other than that I accept him.
Someone screams and the sound of laughter and splashing comes from the back. I need to find my mom and get out of here. This was a terrible mistake. I know Edge—he gets fired up, but by tomorrow he’ll have calmed down and we can talk.
Hopping out of the Cherokee, I slam the door and shiver. I trudge toward the back area where I left my mom. It seems like hours ago.
The air is cool, and when I rub my arms, goose bumps pebble my skin. I stop for a second. Something bad is about to happen. I need to go back to the Jeep. Instead, I move forward, my fear making me shake as if my body is trying to protect me, warning me to stop.
I look around and see my mom with my dad. His arm is slung over her shoulder and she looks so proud, so pathetically happy that he’s giving her his scraps. Like a dog that loves its master, my mother stares at him. And I want to throw up. This can’t be how it’s supposed to be. There has to be more.
I scan the crowd for him. He’s the one real person I need in my life. I need to tell him that I won’t be going to Homecoming with Troy. The whole thing is so clear at this moment: it’s not worth it. I see Axel and his buddy Rhys laughing with Chuckie but no Edge. I start to walk toward Jason, but instead of doing that, I suck in small, shallow breaths as I let my mind take me where it thinks I should go. I open the sliding glass door and enter the clubhouse.
“I should stop,” I whisper. As I walk up the stairs, the sounds of laughter and screaming fade. I make my way toward a door I should not be standing in front of, toward noises and light that I shouldn’t investigate.
It’s Chuckie’s door; we all know that, but the sound of grunting makes my blood run cold.
Slowly I watch as if I’m in an eighties horror movie. With my hand on the doorknob, I open the door.
“Fuck that feels good.” I stare at the one person in the world who promised me he would never hurt me. I stare at my beautiful Edge with his auburn hair and black eyelashes that are too long for his face. He’s lying on the bed, pants around his ankles as Crystal sucks his cock.