You Break Me (The Prospect 2)

She shrugs. “I hated that lady. She said she was my grandmother, but I told her she wasn’t because my grandmothers are all dead. And she got all pinchy faced and left the room.” She makes the pinchy face look and I try not to laugh. “Then plastic Barbie came in the room. Took one look at me, glared at me, whispered something under her breath, and left. Not sure who she was but seeing me had her upset.” Had to be that bitch, Susan, my foster sister. That’s what she always said she was anyway.

My door opens, and Happy comes back in, anger radiating off him. “Nikki, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. Until the day I die I’ll make it up to you. I’ll let you be for the night, but I would like to take you both out for dinner later this week.” He kisses me on the cheek and does the same to Sophia. And then leaves.

I fall back on the couch and look around the apartment. My body aches but the painkillers from my trip to the ER are dulling the aches. If only they could cure me of the pain in my heart.

I can’t believe I am back here. Back under my Uncle’s care. Sophia comes over and snuggles into my side. I wince as her weight presses on my ribs. I was lucky. Tricky didn’t hurt me as badly as I thought he had. I thought for sure I would have internal bleeding, but I got off easy.

After everyone leaves, I make a quick sandwich for Sophia. Apparently, I’m well stocked up, and get her to rest in her room with the tv on. I start exploring the apartment a little more when my phone rings and it’s an unknown number.

At first, I think about ignoring it, but then I realize it can’t be Tricky, he’s dead.

“Hello?”

“Sister dearest, how are you?” Susan voice sneers on the line.

“What do you want?” she is the last person besides Crystal I want anything to do with.

“Just wanted to give you a little heads up, rumor is you’ve been fucking my Old Man. Grady is mine, and he’s going to stay mine, especially since I’m carrying his child.” Her words have me frozen. The prospect’s name is Grady, and he’s with my foster sister? I feel dirty, disgusting, I can’t believe this. “You will stay away from him, this is the only warning you’re gonna get.”

She hangs up and I stare at the floor, wishing it could swallow me up. She doesn’t need to threaten me. I get it. Even though Tricky was a dirty bastard, he was still my husband and I cheated on him. But knowing that Prospect, or should I now say Grady, has touched Susan, and they’re having a child together, has me wishing I could peel off my skin and burn it.

Then, the worst thought enters my mind, and makes me feel sick, I am pregnant with his child, I thought for sure I was gonna lose the baby during Tricky’s attack, but I didn’t. At the hospital when I was being examined, there was a heartbeat. I was so relieved. Only now, I wish I had lost the baby.

I stumble to the couch as tears roll down my cheeks. How the hell did my life turn into this?

Chapter 19

Grady

A loud knock bangs against the door so loud I am afraid it is the damn police.

“Open the door,” I hear Happy snarl from the other side. Fuck he’s here to kill me because I haven’t put a ring on Susan’s finger yet. I’m no pussy so I open the door and he shoves past me waving a gun in the air. “Where is the bitch?” I blink confused as fuck.

“Who?”

“That cunt who lives with you. Where’s Susan?”

“She’s in the shower,” I tell him, holding my palms up as he points his gun on me.

“Were you in on it too, huh, cocksucker? I was good to you,” he growls.

“I don’t know what the fuck is happening here. Get your damn gun out of my face and I’ll get your daughter and we can talk about this.”

“Yeah you do that,” he rages kicking the coffee table.

I move quickly down the hall to the bathroom. I don’t bother knocking. Happy is off his Goddamned rocker. “Susan. Your father is here. Needs to see you in the living room.”

“What does that bastard want?” She sneers peering around the curtain.

“Fuck if I know, but dude is acting crazy. I wouldn’t test his patience.”

She rolls her eyes but lets out a snappy, “Fine.”

I hand her a towel that she wraps around her head before putting on her robe.

I walk slowly behind her as she stomps toward the living room where Happy is raging.

“Thought I raised you better than this!” He roars and grabs her around the throat.