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I swear my mind keeps playing tricks on me, though; I think she feels something for me, that there's longing and pain in those beautiful eyes of hers. I always wish it was true.
I shake my head and go toward the elevator, wondering how in the fuck I let Prue convince me dating would work. The few dates we have had were fucking hell. The only good thing was leaving at the end of each one. I made a big mistake and fucked her after the second date, after seeing Kennedy on the other side of the street with some guy. I regretted it immediately, and I haven't touched her since. Fuck, I haven't touched any girl since, and even before then, it was at least a year and a half. Again, it was after I saw Kennedy with someone else, only for it to be fucking nothing.
I run a hand through my hair. Fuck, I need to squash these feelings; she doesn't have the same feelings as me. I'm just her best friend's brother.
Yeah, who am I kidding, that's never going to happen, I'm going to love this girl until I fucking die. When I was twenty-one, I had Tats tattoo her name on my neck. My dad knows, but no one else has noticed yet. It helps that I have other tattoos around it, but a part of me wishes she'd notice it so I could finally open up to her.
I gently rub her name as I press the button for the first floor.
I need to try with Prue; I just, I fucking need to. This feeling like I'm fucking dying every day, it's consuming me. I've known Prue since high school, and I know she's a fucking patch chaser, but I thought maybe she had changed, you know, give her a chance and hopefully help me move on….
A few hours later, I'm hanging my white coat up, completely fed up. Lunch with Prue fucking sucked. All she could do was go on about herself, wanting a fucking boob job but needing the funds for it, which she kept hinting for me to pay after only three fucking dates. Then she kept hinting at wanting to go to a supply room for a quick fuck, but I refused to fucking touch her again. I couldn't. My mind is constantly on Kennedy, and now it fucking feels like I'm cheating on her, even though she's not fucking mine.
I was willing to try a few dates, but that's it. The thought of touching another girl makes me feel sick. But now, I, fuck….
I need her.
I sigh as my phone goes off, and I fucking pray it's not Prue again. She's already texted several times about planning another date.
I look at the screen, but instead of frowning, I half smile. I answer, "Hey, Dad."
"Hey, kid," he says, and I chuckle.
"I've just turned thirty; I'm no longer a kid, dad."
He hums and replies, "To me, you'll always be my kid."
I smile at that as I shut my locker. My dad is fucking amazing. He's been a single parent since my sister was born and our mother ran off with a boy toy. The bitch trapped my dad with me after a one-night stand, and he stood by her but refused to touch her again, but then she spiked his drink, and Lola was conceived, the paternity tests proving we were both his. When he still refused to give her nothing more than a small apartment, ensuring he had full custody of us, she bailed with a guy half her fucking age.
Good riddance, as far as I'm concerned.
"I called to see if you'd come to dinner tonight. I need a fucking buffer, son; Breaker is out on club business."
I sigh. "Dad, we need to put Lola in her place. Her attitude toward Shell is fucking disgusting, and I hate that Shell sits back and allows it."
"I know, son, believe me, I know. Breaker is ready to explode," he replies.
My sister has a thing for Breaker, but he has never seen her that way. She made the shit up in her head and decided she deserved him because she got everything that she wanted, being a club brat. But when Dad and Shell got together, gone was a relationship like mother and daughter, even though Shell was the person Lola confided in as a kid. Now, Lola’s a major bitch, treating Shell like a piece of shit on her shoe.
She used to blame me for why Breaker didn't want her, now she blames Shell.
"I'll be there, but Dad, if she starts on Shelly, the littlest of remarks, I swear I'll fucking snap. Shell has done everything for her, and now she's made you happy. Despite losing Bullet to cancer, she's opened her heart up to new love; she doesn't deserve this treatment. We both know you two eloped for a reason. Lola is that reason." I’m fed up with my sister’s behavior.
My dad sighs. "Thanks, kid. I just, fuck…. I love your sister, I do, but I'm close to kicking her out. I can see my woman struggling with the tension, and if I lose Shell because of her, I'll lose my fucking self. I put my feelings on the back burner for years. Bullet knew I had feelings for his woman; I had eyes on her first, but he also knew I respected him. I backed off when I found out about you, and she fell for him. Before he died, he begged me not to hold back any longer, because he could see the love I had for her. I respected him and his wishes, and I won't lose her a second time. I just fucking can't."
I swallow…. Fuck, I never knew my dad wanted her first.
Fuck.
I shake my head, grab my bag, and state, "I'm now on my way. Tell Shell I'm starving."
He chuckles before thanking me, and then hanging up. On my way out, I notice Kennedy near the exit, and I stop for a second just so I can watch her like a creeper.
I watch as she smiles at a few nurses before grinning, and that's when I see Sniper, our prez Snake’s, blood brother and her second best friend, my sister being her first. He grins and hugs her, making me swallow a growl. I hate their relationship, even though it's been a brother-and-sister one since second grade. They both leave, and I sigh, wishing she was coming home with me on the back of my bike, where she belongs.
Fuck, I hate this pain I feel every day without her near me.
"Hey, Doc…" a voice to my right whispers, and I turn to see Becky, the nurse who just won't take the hint. She's another patch chaser and wants a brother. Any would do, but she has her sights set on me.
