Chapter 6
Dionne finished writing the last bank note and stacked all the papers together. She winced; her elbows and knees were killing her. She had washed them, but looking down at them, she could see they were beginning to bleed again. Getting up from the chair, she walked into the store bathroom, looking for some antiseptic or band-aids. She frowned when she couldn't find them.
Walking out to the front to see Kia, she called out to her. "Hey Kia, where are the band-aids that you guys keep for Carla??"
Kia turned to her, from folding clothes. "Oh we ran out last week and I forgot to go to the drugstore, why?"
Dionne pursed her lips. Well that took care of that! Damn! What was she going to do about her bleeding? Sighing, she headed back into the back room, maybe she could wrap them with toilet paper or something.
Kia slid her eyes away from Dee. She doubled over when she felt another pain in her lower stomach. Dammit! She had forgotten about going to the doctor. She looked over at the door when she heard the normal chime that meant a customer. Not seeing anyone walk in she glanced down and saw C.K. run into the store.
Carla ran up to her auntie. "Auntie Kia!!"
Kia would have picked her up, but she was in too much pain. Wincing slightly as the pain began to subside she slowly reached down and picked up C.K.
Dwayne followed behind Carla moments later. He immediately noticed Kia's pained filled face. Frowning he walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. "What's wrong?"
Kia masked her face quickly. She didn't need the added hassle of Dwayne on her back. "Nothing just pulled a muscle that's all."
Dwayne nodded, noting something a little off still. He watched Carla jump out of Kia's arms and run to the back room.
Stopping swiftly, Carla turned back towards the adults. "Auntie Kia, is Auntie Dee here??"
Dwayne turned back to Kia, suddenly remembering the reason for dropping by. "Yeah, she here yet?? I need to talk to her."
Kia nodded, continuing to fold clothes. "Yeah she's back there." She didn't finish her sentence before she heard C.K. run off.
Dionne tried unsuccessfully to wrap toilet paper around her elbows. Dammit! She needed someone to help her! She turned around swiftly, when she heard a quiet giggle. She jumped back nearly a foot when she saw Carla holding a hand to her mouth giggling. Bringing a hand to her chest, she let out a breath.
"Dam-Carla you scared me!!"
Carla giggled at her auntie. Why was she putting toilet paper on her arms?? Tilting her head to the side she put her hands on her hips. "Auntie Dee what are you doing??"
Dwayne walked up behind Carla, smirking when he saw the way she was standing. Looking up he caught sight of the reason for her giggles. His lips twitched when he saw Dee with toilet paper hanging off her arms.
Walking up to her he sat down on the chair a few feet in front of her. "What the hell are you doing Dee??"
Carla opened her eyes wide. Daddy said a bad word and he never said bad words. Well if he said it, that must mean it was okay to say now.
Dionne blushed furiously. Why did Dwayne always catch her at her worst moments?? "I guess Flex told you by now, that I fell today."
Dwayne leaned back, swinging one arm over the back of the chair. "Yeah, but that doesn't explain what the hell you're doing."
Carla's eyes opened as wide as they could. Wow! If daddy had said it twice, it must mean it was definitely okay to say.
Dionne removed the paper from her arms and lifted her elbows towards Dwayne. Wincing as the raw skin tightened over the bone.
Dwayne frowned at her elbows. What the hell?? Flex had said she had fallen, not gotten run over by a truck!! He leaned foward, pulling her chair closer to him. He grabbed her elbows and inspected them gently.
"Damn, Dee! Did you get run over or something--"
Carla scowled at her daddy. Now she knew that word was bad. "Daddy. . ." She said in a scolding tone.
Dwayne immediately knew Carla had heard him and apologized. "Sorry baby."
Dee was a little surprised by his concern, and looked at him blankly. "-- No, I just flew 20 feet and landed on my face!!"
Dwayne looked up and studied her face, looking for any cuts. "Anything else get scratched up??"
Dionne shook her head yes. "My knees a little . . ."
"K we'll go back to the house and clean it up. Then you can help me with the business stuff."
Dionne stared at Dwayne, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. What was all the fake concern for?? She felt herself being pulled out of her chair, and followed Dwayne and Carla out of the store. She waved goodbye to Kia. This was too weird.
D.A. lay in bed, her head on Jordan's chest. Looking down at her hands, for the first time she felt a little at loss. Sighing she looked up and then looked back down at her hands, she began to nervously fiddle with the covers.
Jordan could feel the tension slowly creeping up D.A. Dammit! He knew that once she got nervous, she was almost impossible to talk to. Moving slightly he sat up against the headboard. Inwardly sighing, he recalled the first time "this" happened. It had been last month, ironically it had happened when he had barged into her room once before. She just come out of the shower and was dancing around naked. At first he'd been speechless. Who'd have known she looked so damn good?? Then came a little teasing, because it was only a few times you'd ever embarrass D.A. Then all of a sudden they had been really close and he had just brushed her hair away from her eyes, and then he'd had the sudden urge to kiss her. Unfortunately for him he did, and unfortunately for him D.A. wasn't just some girl, she was Ice's cousin, and unfortunately for him if Ice found out he'd get his ass kicked.
It hadn't happened again until now, and now where did they go from here?? Leaning his head back, he stared up at the ceiling. He felt like smashing something. He'd tried for so long to keep his hands off her, for a long while he just ignored her. But it didn't work; she was like a drug, a drug that he was obviously addicted to. A drug that was only 16.He felt her move to sit up, and knew he couldn't avoid talking to her forever.
D.A. sat up and turned to face Jordan. She suddenly felt the need to bolt from the room, and she probably would have found a way, except for the fact she was completely naked. Reaching over Jordan's leg she picked her shirt up from the floor and slipped it on. When she looked up he was staring at her, again.
Sighing, she looked down at the covers again. Trying to look anywhere but at his face, trying not to think of what had just happened. "So. . ."
Jordan folded his arms over his chest, a puzzled look on his face. "Why'd you blow up at Flex that day for calling you Alicia?" It was something he'd been thinking about for awhile.
D.A. stiffened, her mouth slightly open, obviously not ready for that question. She definitely didn't like the discussion topic either. "I don't like the name, ok."
Jordan had noticed her sudden coldness, and decided he'd ask her about that later. Knowing that there was definitely something more to it. "So what??"
Disoriented and little puzzled, she didn't initially realize what Jordan was referring to. "What??"
"You were gonna ask something??"
D.A. nodded, remembering now what she had been going to ask. But now she wasn't sure she had the balls. "What, what is going on with--with us??"
Jordan rubbed his face. "I don't know, but I do know that it shouldn't be happening---"
D.A. immediately went on the defensive. "Why?? I'm not good enough for you or something?? Or was I too experienced for you??"
Jordan rolled his eyes, not happy with the direction this conversation was going in. Although, that was another thing, D.A. hadn't been a virgin. But she was only 16, how couldn't she be?? Shaking his head of his distracting thoughts, he got up from the bed and began to put on his pants.
D.A. was fuming. Why wasn't he saying anything?? She watched him get out of the bed, her body beginning to respond only the sight of him. Inwardly she told herself to stop acting like an idiot. But one could easily get distracted off the site of a naked Jordan, his stomach was defined with a 6 pack, and his broad shoulders held muscles she didn't even know one could have and his butt, that was another story all on its own. She threw her hands in the air at his dismissive-ness.
"So what, you're just gonna go, without with answering me?? You are such an asshole you know th-"
Jordan turned around, zipping his fly up with one hand. "What the hell do you want me to say?? I don't know what's going on either! I'm just as confused as you are!"
D.A. sat back once again unsure of what to say. He was probably looking for a way to get out of this. "Look you know, we can just forget about it. It's not a big deal. . ."
Jordan's cheek twitched in response to D.A. What the hell did she think he'd tried to do the first time? He could tell she was trying to read him, but was failing. "Look D.A. I don't have time for these childish games okay! Just say what you want to say."
D.A. felt like punching him. What an arrogant asshole! "Oh so now I'm a child, I don't recall you thinking I was a child a little while ago!" Without warning she flew at him hitting him a couple times in the chest.
"Fuck, D.A. calm down! What if someone comes home and hears you?" He grabbed her wrists together, before they had a chance to go any lower.
"Oh and we wouldn't want that now would we. "Cause that would mean you'd get your ass kicked!"
Jordan remained silent; there was nothing to say 'cause she was telling the truth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that-about the child thing . . ."
D.A. relaxed a little managing to release her wrists from his grip. "Okay . . ."
Jordan sat down on the bed behind her and ran his hands over his face. Tension written all over his face. "I honestly don't know. What do you want? 'Cause you know it's your call D.A."
D.A. turned around to face him, her hands on her hips. "We're not hurting anyone are we??" Not waiting for his response she glanced at the clock. "So how much time do we have??"
Jordan lifted an eyebrow, looking up at D.A. "About an hour and a half, why??"
D.A. smirked. "Why??" She moved forward and straddled Jordan; facing him she pushed him back on the bed. "Because, we shouldn't waste precious time . . ."
Jordan smiled. "I think I like it when you get tough."
"Yeah, well you ain't seen nothing yet."
Dionne finished writing the last bank note and stacked all the papers together. She winced; her elbows and knees were killing her. She had washed them, but looking down at them, she could see they were beginning to bleed again. Getting up from the chair, she walked into the store bathroom, looking for some antiseptic or band-aids. She frowned when she couldn't find them.
Walking out to the front to see Kia, she called out to her. "Hey Kia, where are the band-aids that you guys keep for Carla??"
Kia turned to her, from folding clothes. "Oh we ran out last week and I forgot to go to the drugstore, why?"
Dionne pursed her lips. Well that took care of that! Damn! What was she going to do about her bleeding? Sighing, she headed back into the back room, maybe she could wrap them with toilet paper or something.
Kia slid her eyes away from Dee. She doubled over when she felt another pain in her lower stomach. Dammit! She had forgotten about going to the doctor. She looked over at the door when she heard the normal chime that meant a customer. Not seeing anyone walk in she glanced down and saw C.K. run into the store.
Carla ran up to her auntie. "Auntie Kia!!"
Kia would have picked her up, but she was in too much pain. Wincing slightly as the pain began to subside she slowly reached down and picked up C.K.
Dwayne followed behind Carla moments later. He immediately noticed Kia's pained filled face. Frowning he walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. "What's wrong?"
Kia masked her face quickly. She didn't need the added hassle of Dwayne on her back. "Nothing just pulled a muscle that's all."
Dwayne nodded, noting something a little off still. He watched Carla jump out of Kia's arms and run to the back room.
Stopping swiftly, Carla turned back towards the adults. "Auntie Kia, is Auntie Dee here??"
Dwayne turned back to Kia, suddenly remembering the reason for dropping by. "Yeah, she here yet?? I need to talk to her."
Kia nodded, continuing to fold clothes. "Yeah she's back there." She didn't finish her sentence before she heard C.K. run off.
Dionne tried unsuccessfully to wrap toilet paper around her elbows. Dammit! She needed someone to help her! She turned around swiftly, when she heard a quiet giggle. She jumped back nearly a foot when she saw Carla holding a hand to her mouth giggling. Bringing a hand to her chest, she let out a breath.
"Dam-Carla you scared me!!"
Carla giggled at her auntie. Why was she putting toilet paper on her arms?? Tilting her head to the side she put her hands on her hips. "Auntie Dee what are you doing??"
Dwayne walked up behind Carla, smirking when he saw the way she was standing. Looking up he caught sight of the reason for her giggles. His lips twitched when he saw Dee with toilet paper hanging off her arms.
Walking up to her he sat down on the chair a few feet in front of her. "What the hell are you doing Dee??"
Carla opened her eyes wide. Daddy said a bad word and he never said bad words. Well if he said it, that must mean it was okay to say now.
Dionne blushed furiously. Why did Dwayne always catch her at her worst moments?? "I guess Flex told you by now, that I fell today."
Dwayne leaned back, swinging one arm over the back of the chair. "Yeah, but that doesn't explain what the hell you're doing."
Carla's eyes opened as wide as they could. Wow! If daddy had said it twice, it must mean it was definitely okay to say.
Dionne removed the paper from her arms and lifted her elbows towards Dwayne. Wincing as the raw skin tightened over the bone.
Dwayne frowned at her elbows. What the hell?? Flex had said she had fallen, not gotten run over by a truck!! He leaned foward, pulling her chair closer to him. He grabbed her elbows and inspected them gently.
"Damn, Dee! Did you get run over or something--"
Carla scowled at her daddy. Now she knew that word was bad. "Daddy. . ." She said in a scolding tone.
Dwayne immediately knew Carla had heard him and apologized. "Sorry baby."
Dee was a little surprised by his concern, and looked at him blankly. "-- No, I just flew 20 feet and landed on my face!!"
Dwayne looked up and studied her face, looking for any cuts. "Anything else get scratched up??"
Dionne shook her head yes. "My knees a little . . ."
"K we'll go back to the house and clean it up. Then you can help me with the business stuff."
Dionne stared at Dwayne, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. What was all the fake concern for?? She felt herself being pulled out of her chair, and followed Dwayne and Carla out of the store. She waved goodbye to Kia. This was too weird.
D.A. lay in bed, her head on Jordan's chest. Looking down at her hands, for the first time she felt a little at loss. Sighing she looked up and then looked back down at her hands, she began to nervously fiddle with the covers.
Jordan could feel the tension slowly creeping up D.A. Dammit! He knew that once she got nervous, she was almost impossible to talk to. Moving slightly he sat up against the headboard. Inwardly sighing, he recalled the first time "this" happened. It had been last month, ironically it had happened when he had barged into her room once before. She just come out of the shower and was dancing around naked. At first he'd been speechless. Who'd have known she looked so damn good?? Then came a little teasing, because it was only a few times you'd ever embarrass D.A. Then all of a sudden they had been really close and he had just brushed her hair away from her eyes, and then he'd had the sudden urge to kiss her. Unfortunately for him he did, and unfortunately for him D.A. wasn't just some girl, she was Ice's cousin, and unfortunately for him if Ice found out he'd get his ass kicked.
It hadn't happened again until now, and now where did they go from here?? Leaning his head back, he stared up at the ceiling. He felt like smashing something. He'd tried for so long to keep his hands off her, for a long while he just ignored her. But it didn't work; she was like a drug, a drug that he was obviously addicted to. A drug that was only 16.He felt her move to sit up, and knew he couldn't avoid talking to her forever.
D.A. sat up and turned to face Jordan. She suddenly felt the need to bolt from the room, and she probably would have found a way, except for the fact she was completely naked. Reaching over Jordan's leg she picked her shirt up from the floor and slipped it on. When she looked up he was staring at her, again.
Sighing, she looked down at the covers again. Trying to look anywhere but at his face, trying not to think of what had just happened. "So. . ."
Jordan folded his arms over his chest, a puzzled look on his face. "Why'd you blow up at Flex that day for calling you Alicia?" It was something he'd been thinking about for awhile.
D.A. stiffened, her mouth slightly open, obviously not ready for that question. She definitely didn't like the discussion topic either. "I don't like the name, ok."
Jordan had noticed her sudden coldness, and decided he'd ask her about that later. Knowing that there was definitely something more to it. "So what??"
Disoriented and little puzzled, she didn't initially realize what Jordan was referring to. "What??"
"You were gonna ask something??"
D.A. nodded, remembering now what she had been going to ask. But now she wasn't sure she had the balls. "What, what is going on with--with us??"
Jordan rubbed his face. "I don't know, but I do know that it shouldn't be happening---"
D.A. immediately went on the defensive. "Why?? I'm not good enough for you or something?? Or was I too experienced for you??"
Jordan rolled his eyes, not happy with the direction this conversation was going in. Although, that was another thing, D.A. hadn't been a virgin. But she was only 16, how couldn't she be?? Shaking his head of his distracting thoughts, he got up from the bed and began to put on his pants.
D.A. was fuming. Why wasn't he saying anything?? She watched him get out of the bed, her body beginning to respond only the sight of him. Inwardly she told herself to stop acting like an idiot. But one could easily get distracted off the site of a naked Jordan, his stomach was defined with a 6 pack, and his broad shoulders held muscles she didn't even know one could have and his butt, that was another story all on its own. She threw her hands in the air at his dismissive-ness.
"So what, you're just gonna go, without with answering me?? You are such an asshole you know th-"
Jordan turned around, zipping his fly up with one hand. "What the hell do you want me to say?? I don't know what's going on either! I'm just as confused as you are!"
D.A. sat back once again unsure of what to say. He was probably looking for a way to get out of this. "Look you know, we can just forget about it. It's not a big deal. . ."
Jordan's cheek twitched in response to D.A. What the hell did she think he'd tried to do the first time? He could tell she was trying to read him, but was failing. "Look D.A. I don't have time for these childish games okay! Just say what you want to say."
D.A. felt like punching him. What an arrogant asshole! "Oh so now I'm a child, I don't recall you thinking I was a child a little while ago!" Without warning she flew at him hitting him a couple times in the chest.
"Fuck, D.A. calm down! What if someone comes home and hears you?" He grabbed her wrists together, before they had a chance to go any lower.
"Oh and we wouldn't want that now would we. "Cause that would mean you'd get your ass kicked!"
Jordan remained silent; there was nothing to say 'cause she was telling the truth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that-about the child thing . . ."
D.A. relaxed a little managing to release her wrists from his grip. "Okay . . ."
Jordan sat down on the bed behind her and ran his hands over his face. Tension written all over his face. "I honestly don't know. What do you want? 'Cause you know it's your call D.A."
D.A. turned around to face him, her hands on her hips. "We're not hurting anyone are we??" Not waiting for his response she glanced at the clock. "So how much time do we have??"
Jordan lifted an eyebrow, looking up at D.A. "About an hour and a half, why??"
D.A. smirked. "Why??" She moved forward and straddled Jordan; facing him she pushed him back on the bed. "Because, we shouldn't waste precious time . . ."
Jordan smiled. "I think I like it when you get tough."
"Yeah, well you ain't seen nothing yet."