Chapter Two-Hundred and Twenty-Seven
John set a big banana split in front of his sister, shaking his head as she dug into the fudge. "Good God!" He laughed taking a seat on the other chair and lifting his ice cream cone to his lips. "You're messier than me!"
"Well, if it isn't Johnny Bender." Kemp smiled like a snake at the siblings, noticing how similar they looked. "This your illegitimate kid?"
John glared at him, praying that his eyes wouldn't chance color and give away his tell. "Screw off, Kemp." He growled, standing to his full height as an attempt to show his dominance. "Besides, I would have to have been seven when she was born. She's my sister." He popped his knuckles, his shoulders tightening as he fought against the urge to punch Kemp's lights out.
Kemp placed a paper on the table, happy that he'd brought the court order that had been given to Thomas at the last meeting a few hours ago. "The judge ordered a DNA test." He stated, fully aware that John was the closest bet to be a family member and therefore a legal guardian when he turned eighteen in December. "I expect to see it in the mail by Monday." He turned on his heel, ordering a smoothie before he left the shop. "Don't get raped again, Johnathan." He hissed as he walked past the siblings, smirking with the knowledge that Phoebe would have heard him.
"Fuck off Kemp." John snapped, the memory of the cross being carved into his back burning in his mind.
Phoebe looked up at her brother, fear rising in her as she saw his anger. "Is… that how you got the cross scar?"
"Eat your ice cream." He ordered, walking toward the restroom. "And don't talk to anybody. I'll be back in a sec."
John pushed a stall door open, locking it behind him as his stomach flipped and he started to gag. "Fuck…" He spat into the toilet bowl, opening his eyes to see the entire contents of his stomach that had gone to waste. "I hate you Kemp." He hissed, letting his body rest for a second before he went back out to see his sister.
John grit his teeth as Claire rubbed lotion into his back, noticing that the burn that had needed the skin graph was still tender. "Ow…" He groaned, sucking air through his teeth as the lotion started to sting.
"Sorry." Claire whispered, gently touching his neck with her fingertips and rubbing in little circles to help relieve the tension that she knew was bugging him. "They're healing up, though." She tried to remember the spots that his acupuncturist used to loosen him up, pressing her fingers along his spine. "Where exactly does Gloria put those needles?" She asked, frustrated when he only seemed to tense up more.
"I can't really feel them, so I don't really know." He yawned, rolling onto his side and pulling her to lay with him. "But I can feel you." He whispered, kissing a line down her jaw and neck until he reached just above her cleavage.
She winced, pressing her hand to her lower abdomen and letting a small groan escape her.
"You okay?" He asked, pressing his hand over hers.
She nodded, looking into his eyes to see the hint of green that showed worry. "Cramps." She whispered, snuggling into his chest as his hand traveled to her back and his fingers pressed in a constant steady pressure against her spine. "That stopped them…" She gasped, looking at the smirk on his face. "How did you learn that?" She asked, shocked to find yet another secret he had to show.
"I… used to go with a chick… who got cramps and back pain when her time of the month came, and I stayed at her place a lot and eventually I figured out what helped." He tucked a blanket around them, kissing her lips with tender, comfortable, love. "I'll see you tomorrow." He breathed, moaning in pleasure as she placed her lips against his throat and began to suckle on his skin.