Chapter 9: I Hate You
Sherrie was leaning against the counter, her beer bottle half empty in her hand. She had Theresa's house neither so deserted nor so clean.
Britany was over Jesse's house and Sandy and Leon had gone to a bar. Marcus hadn't been seen since they left the hospital but she assumed that he was still there with Kristine. Dom and Theresa were up stairs doing God-knows- what, leaving her with Xander.
She took a swig and laid her head down on the cool linoleum, give her heated cheek's relief. She didn't know how much longer she could take starring at Xander. His well-defined arms, his chiseled chest and abs to die for. For wanted to take him then and there but after so many fights with him, she believed that they had no chance in hell of becoming a couple. Besides, she doubted he felt the same anyway.
Xander stoked into the kitchen, threw an empty bottle into the trash and pulled a fresh one from the refrigerator. He tossed the top down on the counter beside Sherrie's head and swallowed deeply.
"Ever heard of privacy?" Sherrie asked, never lifting her head.
"Not your house." He replied.
Sherrie scuffed and went into the living room. She plopped down on the couch and propped her feet on the natural wood coffee table. She picked up the remote and turned up the volume. The sounds of Brad Pitt's accent in Snatch became louder, however, she still couldn't under a damn word besides caravan and periwinkle blue. Xander came in and sat beside her. He grabbed the remote and turned the movie and television off.
"You really want your ass kicked, don't you?"
"I don't thing you want the real answer to that."
"What's wrong, want to skip the talking and just start swinging?"
"Neither. I think there's more to this than either of us will admit to."
Sherrie took a small swallow before she began.
"You been talking to Kris or Theresa before all this?"
"Dom. But all this is what has me talking to you." He took her beer from her hand and placed it on the table. She Sherrie cut him a false look and sat back even more.
"What do you have against me Sherrie?" She sat up. "Everything."
"Like?"
"Just everything."
"That means shit. I want a real reason."
"Okay then, I'll give you one." She paused.
"You don't have one. Or better yet, you can't come up with one that's negative. So I'll give you mine. And don't take it the wrong way."
"Al'right then. What is it?"
"I'd like to fuck you two ways from Sunday."
Sherrie stared wide-eyed with shock. Her voice became stuck in her throat and she didn't know what to say her how to say it.
"And I think you want to do the same to me. But, we are on opposing teams. You and I are supposed to be off limits to one another."
He glanced up the ceiling where small particles fell from its surface. The banging of the bed traveled through its thin walls and fell unto ears that wished to hear other things.
"But it would seem that Dom thinks otherwise."
Sherrie drank the rest of her beer and sat with her head in her hands.
"So know you're speechless?"
Sherrie lifted her head and very calmly she said, "What? You want me to straddle you and ride you until your face turns blue? Or maybe you want me to get on my knees and get a taste?"
"Hey." He paused as a grin crossed his face. "Only if you want to."
Sherrie growled, stole his beer and walked out into the night air.
Dom and Theresa walked down stairs. Theresa stayed behind the couch as Dom walked past Xander and into the kitchen. When he came back out, he carried two Corona's and a can of whipped cream. He walked back past him but stopped and walked back.
"What's wrong?" "I told Sherrie that I wanted to fuck her two ways from Sunday."
Theresa started laughing as Dom smiled.
"What cha go and tell that to her for?"
"Had to be truthful."
"So where is she know?"
"Outside. She's pissed off."
"Hmm." Dom glanced up in time for Theresa to catch his eye. She opened the button down shirt Dom lent her for the moment to show him what he was missing.
Dom grinned even wider. "I gotta go."
He left Xander on the couch and went back upstairs. ***************
"V. You can't just go into Tran's and blow up the place." Leon followed him around Dom's house.
He and Sandy had gone by to check up on Mia when they found her arguing with Marcus.
"Talk some sense into him before I knock some in." She had said.
So far, they had delayed him for over an hour.
"It's al'right for them to beat a person almost to death but I can't blow up their place while no one is in it?"
"Yeah but we don't need you in the hospital either." Sandy argued.
"Look, all my life, my friends and family have been getting the fucked up end of the deal. I'm about to turn the deal over." He filled his car with ammo.
"What if you wind up dead? What are we going to say to Kris?" Leon stood to Marcus' left.
"Tell her I died for a noble cause." He turned the other way to find Sandy there.
"Noble? You call this shit noble? This is suicide."
"I will die for her if I must." He turned to find Mia behind him. "You too?"
Mia walked over and handed him a phone. "It's for you."
He took it and looked around before he placed it to his ear and answered. "Hello?"
"Yes. This is Dr. Price. A Ms. Kristine Wright is asking that her family come speak to her at the hospital now. In people like her we allow large numbers in if it's their wish."
"People like her? What are you talking about?"
"I'll explain when you all get here." The doctor hung up.
Marcus starred at the phone before he turned to take everything out of the car.
"What's going on?" Mia asked.
"It's Kris. She's awake. But something else is wrong."
He got in the car and waited for everyone else to get in.
"What's really going on?" Leon asked.
"We'll know when we get there."
Author's Plea
Come on review this damn thing. If I don't get any feed back, I see no point in continuing it. Period!
Besides, this is the last chapter anyway!
Sherrie was leaning against the counter, her beer bottle half empty in her hand. She had Theresa's house neither so deserted nor so clean.
Britany was over Jesse's house and Sandy and Leon had gone to a bar. Marcus hadn't been seen since they left the hospital but she assumed that he was still there with Kristine. Dom and Theresa were up stairs doing God-knows- what, leaving her with Xander.
She took a swig and laid her head down on the cool linoleum, give her heated cheek's relief. She didn't know how much longer she could take starring at Xander. His well-defined arms, his chiseled chest and abs to die for. For wanted to take him then and there but after so many fights with him, she believed that they had no chance in hell of becoming a couple. Besides, she doubted he felt the same anyway.
Xander stoked into the kitchen, threw an empty bottle into the trash and pulled a fresh one from the refrigerator. He tossed the top down on the counter beside Sherrie's head and swallowed deeply.
"Ever heard of privacy?" Sherrie asked, never lifting her head.
"Not your house." He replied.
Sherrie scuffed and went into the living room. She plopped down on the couch and propped her feet on the natural wood coffee table. She picked up the remote and turned up the volume. The sounds of Brad Pitt's accent in Snatch became louder, however, she still couldn't under a damn word besides caravan and periwinkle blue. Xander came in and sat beside her. He grabbed the remote and turned the movie and television off.
"You really want your ass kicked, don't you?"
"I don't thing you want the real answer to that."
"What's wrong, want to skip the talking and just start swinging?"
"Neither. I think there's more to this than either of us will admit to."
Sherrie took a small swallow before she began.
"You been talking to Kris or Theresa before all this?"
"Dom. But all this is what has me talking to you." He took her beer from her hand and placed it on the table. She Sherrie cut him a false look and sat back even more.
"What do you have against me Sherrie?" She sat up. "Everything."
"Like?"
"Just everything."
"That means shit. I want a real reason."
"Okay then, I'll give you one." She paused.
"You don't have one. Or better yet, you can't come up with one that's negative. So I'll give you mine. And don't take it the wrong way."
"Al'right then. What is it?"
"I'd like to fuck you two ways from Sunday."
Sherrie stared wide-eyed with shock. Her voice became stuck in her throat and she didn't know what to say her how to say it.
"And I think you want to do the same to me. But, we are on opposing teams. You and I are supposed to be off limits to one another."
He glanced up the ceiling where small particles fell from its surface. The banging of the bed traveled through its thin walls and fell unto ears that wished to hear other things.
"But it would seem that Dom thinks otherwise."
Sherrie drank the rest of her beer and sat with her head in her hands.
"So know you're speechless?"
Sherrie lifted her head and very calmly she said, "What? You want me to straddle you and ride you until your face turns blue? Or maybe you want me to get on my knees and get a taste?"
"Hey." He paused as a grin crossed his face. "Only if you want to."
Sherrie growled, stole his beer and walked out into the night air.
Dom and Theresa walked down stairs. Theresa stayed behind the couch as Dom walked past Xander and into the kitchen. When he came back out, he carried two Corona's and a can of whipped cream. He walked back past him but stopped and walked back.
"What's wrong?" "I told Sherrie that I wanted to fuck her two ways from Sunday."
Theresa started laughing as Dom smiled.
"What cha go and tell that to her for?"
"Had to be truthful."
"So where is she know?"
"Outside. She's pissed off."
"Hmm." Dom glanced up in time for Theresa to catch his eye. She opened the button down shirt Dom lent her for the moment to show him what he was missing.
Dom grinned even wider. "I gotta go."
He left Xander on the couch and went back upstairs. ***************
"V. You can't just go into Tran's and blow up the place." Leon followed him around Dom's house.
He and Sandy had gone by to check up on Mia when they found her arguing with Marcus.
"Talk some sense into him before I knock some in." She had said.
So far, they had delayed him for over an hour.
"It's al'right for them to beat a person almost to death but I can't blow up their place while no one is in it?"
"Yeah but we don't need you in the hospital either." Sandy argued.
"Look, all my life, my friends and family have been getting the fucked up end of the deal. I'm about to turn the deal over." He filled his car with ammo.
"What if you wind up dead? What are we going to say to Kris?" Leon stood to Marcus' left.
"Tell her I died for a noble cause." He turned the other way to find Sandy there.
"Noble? You call this shit noble? This is suicide."
"I will die for her if I must." He turned to find Mia behind him. "You too?"
Mia walked over and handed him a phone. "It's for you."
He took it and looked around before he placed it to his ear and answered. "Hello?"
"Yes. This is Dr. Price. A Ms. Kristine Wright is asking that her family come speak to her at the hospital now. In people like her we allow large numbers in if it's their wish."
"People like her? What are you talking about?"
"I'll explain when you all get here." The doctor hung up.
Marcus starred at the phone before he turned to take everything out of the car.
"What's going on?" Mia asked.
"It's Kris. She's awake. But something else is wrong."
He got in the car and waited for everyone else to get in.
"What's really going on?" Leon asked.
"We'll know when we get there."
Author's Plea
Come on review this damn thing. If I don't get any feed back, I see no point in continuing it. Period!
Besides, this is the last chapter anyway!