Chapter 4
Four
Don't want to let you down,
But I am hell bound,
Four threw on some black jeans and a navy blue shirt, not caring at all if he looked presentable. Putting on some basketball shoes he opened the door to find Zeke standing there, looking happy as one could be. Zeke has never been this happy before.
"Dude, what's with the happy face?" Four asked, curious to why his best friend was smiling like an idiot.
"Oh, ya know, I asked Shauna out and she kinda said yes. No big deal right." He answers, a mischievous smirk making its way onto both men's faces.
"Zeke man, that's amazing. Hate to say it but I told you she'd say yes." Four responded.
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you, how are things with Robin?" Zeke said, and Four's face went slack. He hadn't told anyone about the fact he had practically heard Robin having sex with someone else. He was hurt to find it out, Four had thought Robin wasn't like that but apparently she was.
"We-I broke up with her." Four could hear the coldness in his own voice. "She never wanted to be around me, she changed. She went from the girl I fell in love with to a full out whore. So I called her to break up with her and she told me she was at her mom's place. I was about to hang up when I heard a moan, like seriously, way to make it obvious. So I broke up with her." His tone told Zeke not to talk about anymore.
"So this party is at a Uriah's flat. So umm, maybe we could get you a hook up?" Zeke looked at him as they walked out to Four's vibrant green corvette stingray 2014.
"Nah, I was thinking we just get drunk and do some stupid shit, ya know the usual." He said a smirk played on his lips. They laughed, got in the car and drove to Uriah's flat in the heart of Long Island.
It was a long and silent drive. For both of them this was a great day, Four was free from any ties to Robin and Zeke was finally a taken man. The only thing that could make it better would be if Four could score himself a girl. It couldn't be just any girl. It had to be a woman, kind, beautiful, single, brave, intelligent, honest and selfless. Why single, you might ask? After having his ex-girlfriend cheat on him he knew that it could destroy someone.
Four now remembered the days were he would cheat on girls and he felt eternally sorry for doing that to them. He wished that he hadn't been that way, maybe he would have had more than only Zeke as a friend. Maybe he would have been more than just an emotionless asshole. Maybe he would have been a better person now.
As for his real name, Zeke was the only one who had heard him say it but had mostly forgotten about it. He called himself Four because that was his mother's favorite number. She loved the number because it was half of eight, which when turned sideways way infinity and she told him that nothing was infinite. Sure if you look at the numbers, there is an infinite amount of numbers in between zero and one but everything living fades away.
Uriah's flat was huge. It had four bedrooms, four bathrooms, huge living room and a large kitchen. He knew he would be staying the night, he always did. He stayed in one room, Zeke and Shauna (Zeke's new girlfriend) in another, Uriah and Marlene (Uriah's girlfriend) in the master and Lynn, Shauna's little sister and Uriah's friend, in the last one. They had all grown up together and now all work for Dauntless Stunts. Well… all except Four, he worked at Dauntless Stunts but hadn't always lived in New York.
When Four was 13 he and his once happy family moved from D.C. to Long Island. His father had given up on working in finance to fulfill his lifelong dream of becoming mayor of Brooklynn and Queens. Of course, Marcus, being the persuasive and lying Bastard, he got the job with no questions asked. From then on Marcus wanted the perfect family, he became abusive toward Four's mother, Everlyn. Marcus was power hungry, he love the way his wife would beg him to stop or even when his son told him that he was a fucking lunatic. He loved the way that he had power over them. When Everlyn told him she was pregnant, he went over the edge. He would trash the house, and for the first time he hit his son. That's why he killed her, he hated how this unborn child had the power to make him crazy.
As they pulled up to the building, Four shivered. Not from the cold but from the memory, he could fell his father's hands on his cheeks, his father's belt on his bare back. It wasn't the most pleasant memory Four had of his father.
The party had only just started as the two men got out of the car. And damn Uriah could throw one hell of a party.
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