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Text in Italics are memories
"Olivia!" Turning, I spotted Jack running to catch up with me. Because it was him, I refrained from getting in my car. "Olivia please don't go." Embracing me in another hug, I couldn't leave now, not after the way he asked. Feeling him lightly kiss the top of my head, I raised a brow and looked to him.
"I gotta find a hotel room Jackie, but I'll call the house when I find one." Still being a bit confused by his actions, I turned again to my car and opened the door.
"Its 'cause of Bobby, isn't it?" Stopping, I looked to Jack, speechless. "I can see how the two of you tense when you're in the same room." Sighing, I mentally kicked myself; I thought I had my composure controlled. "Livy, you're the strongest person I know. You were always there when I needed you in the past; I really need you now. Don't let Bobby make your decisions about leaving; you're little brother needs you and you need you little brother." It took everything in me to not let the tears ready to escape fall. Little Jackie was right – during a time like this, I needed someone to grieve with whether I liked it or not. He was also right about Bobby; if I didn't let him control me then, why now? Closing my car door, I walked to Jack and wrapped my arms around him.
"Okay Jackie, I'll stay." I could feel him smile as he wrapped his arms around me again.
"Alright, since we're done with family reunions, let's get the hell out of here." I looked to Bobby, who was walking down toward his car, I mentally shot him.
"Can I ride with you?" I nodded to Jack and went for my car. After he got in, I pulled out from the spot and followed Bobby; Jerry behind me. There was no need to follow any though; these streets were all too familiar. It didn't take long to get to Evelyn's house, but by the time we got there, the sun had fully set. Parking in front of her house, I looked to the house next door; my old prison. A small light lit the living room and a figure was visible on the couch.
"Where do you think you're going?" Rolling my eyes, I zipped up my jacket. My father, located on the couch stuffing his far ass with Doritos, looked me up and down.
"I'm gonna hang out with the brothers for a little, I told you that earlier." Grabbing my wallet, I headed for the door, but he was already standing by it, blocking me. "Wow Dad, didn't think you could move your fat ass that quick." My comment resulted with a back hand to the face. Holding my cheek, I looked back to my father. "How'd that make you feel?"
"Not as good as what I'm about to do to you." Realizing what he meant, I ran for the back doo, but be grabbed a hold of me before I could reach it.
"Let go!" I screamed, tying desperately to escape his grasp; but he didn't budge. Feeling his hands going up my shirt, I cried as I brace myself for the following actions.
A single tear feel from my eye as the memories continued to pour in my head. Jackie saw this and wiped the tear away. Confused on what I was getting emotional about, he turned to look at where my gaze was held on and realized why. "Olivia that's over now." Looking to him, the memories faded.
"I know, Jack." Getting out from the car, I grabbed my bags and headed for the house.
"So shit Bobby, what have you been up to?" Jackie asked him, breaking the awkward silence.
"I'm a freaking college professor Jack, what do you think I've been doing?" Sam ol' Bobby – complete dick.
"I doubt that." Jack said under his breath.
"Same old Bobby." It was like Jerry read my mind.
"What about you? You still sucking a little cock left and right or what?" Rolling my eyes, I refrained from punching Bobby. It always irritated me when Bobby would make comments toward Jack about his questionable sexuality. Sure, Jacks always showed signs of batting for the other team, but there was no need to harass him about it.
"Y'all ain't right leaving me out here in the cold like this." Looking toward the voice, it didn't sound like any of the men I've been around. But as my vision cleared, I realized Angel had been waiting all this time.
"Yo little brother you asshole." Shaking my head to Bobby, I climbed up the stairs.
"You ought to be ashamed," added Jerry.
"I missed my plane," Angel said, defending himself.
"Get over here." Bobby embraced his little brother in a hug before Jerry stepped in and gave him a hug as well. "You missed our mom's funeral too, jarhead." Bobby took the keys from Jerry and waited for us.
"You shaved your afro, huh?" It was Jack's turn to greet his brother, but of course he'd remind us one of Angel's bad decisions. Holding back a laugh, I watched as they hugged. "Did you get your teeth whitened?" Now my laughter was audible, making Bobby look at me. Glancing over to him, I could have sworn I saw sadness. But why? He was the one that walked out and gave up on us.
"Wow Olivia it's been a while." Now it was my turn to be greeted. "You look damn good." Playfully hitting his shoulder, I followed Jack inside. We all stood in the foyer, looking around to the last piece of Evelyn that we had.
"I'm gonna get something to eat." Bobby started walking up the stairs.
"Are y'all hungry?" Jerry looked back to us, ready to go out to grab us something.
"Nah, I'm gonna get some sleep," I said, following Bobby up the stairs.
"Jackie take your old room and Angel take yours. I'll sleep in Ma's room." Stopping half way up the flight of stairs, I sighed.
"What about me?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. Bobby walked to the top of the stairs, staring at me.
"You can sleep with me." He put on a slight smirk as I scuffed.
"Comedy doesn't suit you well Bobby."
"Oh, college girl things she's so smart." Glaring at him, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Liv, you can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the floor." Looking behind me to Jack, I smiled at him and continued on my way up the stairs. Pushing Bobby aside, I knew he wanted to snap, but because his brothers were around, he bit his tongue. Throughout our relationship, that was basically how it was like; in front of others I was a queen, but at home, I was the maid. Jack followed me into his old room; it wasn't very big. Sighing, I dropped my bags on the floor and plopped myself on the bed. "Don't let him get to you." Jackie took a seat next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"That's easier said than done, Jack." Letting my head fall on his shoulder, I looked at the time; seven o' clock. "I'm gonna take a quick shower before everyone uses all the hot water." Reaching for my bag, I grabbed a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans, and everything else that was necessary. "I'll be back." Jack nodded and grabbed his guitar as I headed out. Almost running into Angel, I grabbed onto him so I wouldn't fall. "Sorry," I apologized with a light laugh.
"It's all good baby girl. Can I ask you what happened between you and Bobby?"
"You can ask, but I won't answer." Angel nodded and shrugged as he walked to his room. Starting for the bathroom, I shut the door behind me, locking it. As soon as I heard the lock go through, it felt as if I was free. Finally free to let everything out, free from having to hold my tongue, free from the world and all its stresses. Stripping the clothes from my body, I could slowly feel my muscles relax; Jack was right. Even to this day, Bobby Mercer continues to make my body feel different things, that's just fucking great. As I jumped in the shower, I quickly turned on the hot water. Feeling the warm liquid hitting my skin, it felt as if all my troubles were fading away. With every drop that hit my skin, another worry was erased from my mind. I grabbed the soap and lathered myself with it; I didn't want to leave. This bathroom was like a safe haven for me; no one bothered me or even remembered I was there. At that moment, for a split second, I wished I would have gotten a hotel room Turning off the water, I could hear the sound of Little Jackie's playing. The melody actually sounded pretty good, but I knew Bobby would stop him at any moment. As I stepped out of the shower, I grabbed my towel, wrapping myself in it. Because of the steam from the hot water had consumed the small room, the mirror was covered. I couldn't help but notice how much looking into the mirror reflected on my current situation; here, in the house, I must mask everything that I'm feeling and everything that I am. Rolling my eyes to my thoughts, I quickly clothed myself and exited the bathroom; if I'm left with my thoughts long enough, they might consume me entirely. Walking toward Jack's old room, I saw Jerry leaning against the door frame.
"I'm happy to see my brothers, that's all."
"I'm happy to see you too Jerry," I interrupted, passing by him, entering the room. Looking down, I saw Bobby staring up at me. Averting my gaze, I walked to my bags, putting my clothes away.
"You know I'm always happy to see you Liv," Jerry added with a smile. I flashed him one of my sarcastic smiles before leaning against the wall, folding my arms across my chest. "I guess I'll stop by the grocery store and grab a turkey or something; have a Thanksgiving dinner. Let's at least act like we're real family, Mom would like that." My eyes traveled from Jerry to Bobby, who in turn did the same. "Where you think you're going?" Now Angel had came out from his room, looking like he was up to something.
"It's a little heavy in there, man. I'm gonna just go outside and get me a little air." We all knew his words translated to: "Since I'm back home, I'm gonna go see what Sofie is doing and get me some ass." The other brothers and I exchanged glances before laughing.
"You're full of shit man; you can smell that ass from down the street, huh?" Although I didn't agree with his choice of words, that's exactly what I was thinking.
"What are you talking about?"
"What do you mean 'what' man? Come on, what, man. You know exactly what we talking about with La Vida Loca."
"Ain't nobody gonna get no La Vida Loca."
"She got a boyfriend," Jerry added.
"She got a boyfriend," Jack and I said, looking at each other.
"She got hard dick in her right now, she's screaming somebody else's name and the last thing she's doing is thinking about your black ass. Leave it alone, man." As Bobby spoke, Jerry, Jack, and I al started laughing.
"I can't even believe y'all coming at me with this crazy junk, man."
"She's nothing but trouble, Angel," I said, sitting next to Jackie.
"I'm standing here telling y'all I'm not gonna see that girl, and I'm not!"
"Alright then Angel, go. But when you come back I'm gonna have Jackie here smell your dick to see where you went." As Angel walked down the stairs, I couldn't help myself but smack Bobby on his arm. He looked at me, quite surprised, but it quickly faded into a smirk. "Are we back to that again?"
"We will continue to be back there until you stop with the jokes." I felt Jack putting a hand on my shoulder, pulling me toward him.
"Liv its fine," he assured me, but I didn't care.
"See, everything's cool." Bobby said, getting to his feet. He followed Jerry downstairs while I reluctantly kept my mouth shut.