“Don’t you even fucking think about it,” Day snapped.
“You’re not worth the fight, murderer. You get the fuck out of Atlanta and I mean it. We don’t want you anywhere near us, and my mother doesn’t want to see you.” Genesis’s face was hard and angry. His words were striking harder blows than his fist ever could. Day could see it in God’s face, he could read the hurt in those beautiful green eyes, and it was breaking Day’s heart.
“If you come near my mother”—Gen stepped even closer until he was right in God’s face, looking him in his eyes—“my mother, not yours, murderer. If you come near me or her, I’ll get a restraining order against you.” Genesis turned to walk out the door. He paused at the doorframe and turned back to look at God. “You’re dead to us, just stay away. We don’t want to ever see you again. We’ll never forgive you, so stop trying.” On that note, he turned and left the apartment.
Day had fucked up big time. This was his fault, all because he couldn’t keep his nosy ass out of other peoples private business. Day rushed to God’s side.
“I’ll help you ba—” Day didn’t know how, but God had found enough strength after that beating to push him so hard that he flew into the dresser, knocking it and all the items on top of it to the floor, including the television. Day rolled a few feet, the dresser just missing falling on top of him.
“Cash, what the fuck!” Day cursed.
He rolled to his side and winced at the sharp pain in his ribs from coming into contact with the dresser.
“I was trying to help you get into bed.”
“Get the fuck out, Leo.” God’s face was an unyielding mask. For the first time in their four years together, Day couldn’t read what the hell was going through God’s mind.
Day stood slowly. “God, I only called him because I needed to go—”
“It doesn’t matter why you did it! You had no right! You have no clue what you just did!” God yelled. “Now get out!”
“Cashel, please. Just hear me out,” Day pleaded. His eyes begged God to see the sincerity in them. He really didn’t mean for any of this to happen. “Cashel, I swear. I didn’t know any of this was happening between you and your family. You should’ve told me. Why was he calling you a murderer?”
No matter what, Day couldn’t turn off his detective side.
Day watched God squeeze his eyes shut. He went down on one knee and clutched his chest when the hard coughing started again. God’s eyes were full of water and pain. Day timidly eased over to God’s side but God cut his eyes at him, daring him to come any closer.
Day had to fight the moisture in his own eyes. “I just want to help you into bed.”
“Day, if you don’t get the fuck out of my house, I’m going to show you why he called me a murderer,” God said through clenched teeth.
Day couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his lips, or the pain that radiated through his chest, as if his rib cage had been torn open and his heart ripped out. Day kept his eyes on God as he knelt to pick up the dresser, then the television. God watched him as well. Day didn’t say anything as the rogue tear fell down his face without his permission. Day went around to the opposite side of the bed and pulled a pen and piece of scrap paper from the drawer, still watching God carefully. He really didn’t like the look on his best friend’s face. He’d seen the look before, but he’d never had it leveled at him. Day scribbled a couple of phone numbers on the paper.
“This is Jax’s office and cell number. Please call him if you’re hurt.” Day turned and walked out the door.
I Want Him Back
Oh no. What have I done? God thought as he sat on the end of his bed. He’d fought his brother, challenged his neighbors, and thrown his best friend out of his place, all in a matter of minutes.
God felt Day had no right to go through his things, especially his cell phone, which was buried underneath his seat. He’d clearly been snooping around. God couldn’t be with someone that didn’t trust him. Now he had to clear out of there… immediately.
God slowly made his way to the front of his apartment. He peeked out the blinds in his mini-kitchen and saw that not only were his neighbors outside, but also about ten more guys. Fuck. He knew he’d ticked his neighbors off and they were no longer BFFs. God had to get his shit and get the hell out of there, before the shit hit the fan.