Chapter Nine: Lucy’s Return
After Danny and I met, I invited him to my house, so we could talk in private. He seemed like a good guy. Didn’t seem to have any drug or alcohol problems. But I was curious as to how he was going to help me.
“So, what do you know about Jacob?” I asked.
Danny shook his head. “Nothing. I just know Celiene talks about you a lot, and she wants to help you. She and I hooked up some years back, and she kicked me to the curb some months later. Something about, she couldn’t handle all the traffic in my house or something. But anyway, we remained friends. I’ll always help her if I can. She tells me you want to know where this Jacob cat lives.”
“Did she tell you why?”
“Not exactly. She did say something about true love. So, I’m down. I will find him for you as a favor to Celiene. I just need to know all you can tell me about him.”
I grinned, excited that I was finally going to get my reward. I gave Danny all the information I had on Jacob. How he was going to find him for me was really none of my business. I just wanted to smash his face in for ruining my life.
A week later, I was in my office at home when Josie knocked on my door. “Yes Josie, what is it?” I asked from the other side of the closed door. She opened the door.
“There is a Mr. Sanchez here to see you.”
My heart leapt. “Thank you, Josie. Please show him to the informal sitting room.”
She nodded and left me. I was ready to kick Jacob’s ass. No one messes with Dude Smith...No one.
Danny gave me all the information I needed, and I was quite happy about it. I planned to visit Jacob in the next two days.
Two days later, I pulled up to Jacob’s house with my skin on fire. I couldn’t wait for him to open the door. I rang the doorbell and waited. Hopefully he was at home. I wasn’t late, but it was around dinner time. Perhaps he had taken Kay to dinner. I certainly didn’t want that.
“One moment!” I heard him shout from the other side of the door. Jacob opened the door to find me on the other side. The hate we had for each other was no secret. Jacob laughed loudly at the sight of me. “I see you found me. How?”
I shook my head. “Never mind that. Can I come in? I want to talk to you.”
Well, he was a dumb ass, and let me into his house. Stupid. I stepped across the threshold, and he closed the door behind me. I turned to face him, and he had some stupid smug look on his face. I knew what that was all about.
“How’s Kay?” I asked.
“Beautiful as ever, and happier since she left you.”
I nodded. “Good to know.” I didn’t hesitate. I punched him right in the face. My guess is that he was tired of me hitting him, so he held his ground. I wanted him to fall so I could get on with my life, but he didn’t. “Go down you piece of shit or it is going to get ugly!”
Jacob laughed an insane maniacal laugh. “You wish.” Then he hit me back. “I’m not afraid of you, asshole.”
I hit him again, warning, “Go down or it is going to get serious.”
He hit me again. “Fuck that.”
We fought like gladiators. He got the upper hand. He had me pinned. I had no choice but to do something I hadn’t done since my youth. I reached in my pocket and pulled my nine. The gun went off once, and he suddenly let me go. I got up and left his house. No one messes with Dude Smith…No one.
I went home and cried like a baby. The love I had for this woman sent me back to a place I thought I would never go again. I had to give her up. I went to bed and for some reason had insane nightmares...
The first one was of Kay standing in the graveyard crying uncontrollably. Was it me she was crying for? I had no idea. The second was Jeffrey standing in my office. It looked as though he was packing up my things when my phone on my desk rang. He moved to answer it.
“Hello? No, he’s not here…Look. Mr. Smith is no longer here. Please leave me alone.” Jeffrey hangs up the phone, and he too starts crying like a baby.
The next dream seemed pleasant enough. The beach. Though it didn’t look like a beach here in the states. I would say some beautiful tropical island. The sun was setting, and there was music. There were hundreds of people sitting in chairs all facing in one direction. A wedding. Perhaps it was my wedding. I looked down the aisle and saw my beautiful Kay. I approached and reached for her hands. She didn’t take mine, but Jacob’s. What the fuck? Seriously? She wasn’t marrying me, but Jacob. I woke with a start. No way, Jacob gets her. I didn’t care if she didn’t want me. He was not going to get her.
I went to the restroom and splashed some water on my face. I didn’t want to dream about Kay anymore. I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking about the events that happened that night. I remembered the gun shot, but that’s all. I just wanted to let him know he couldn’t mess with me. I had been messed with in the past. Darren almost died back then. It was then that Dude emerged. I went back to my bed and lay down. I remembered my fear from that faithful night.
I shot Charlie, and he fell. I was scared so I ran. I ran all the way home. It was late when I barged in the door. My father immediately got in my ass.
“Where have you been?” My father yelled.
Still a bit disoriented from my ordeal, I knew I couldn’t tell him the truth. “I was...with my friends.”
My father didn’t believe me. “It is ten o’clock on a school night! You were with that tramp again, weren’t you?” He yelled pointing his finger in my face. I didn’t answer. I felt sick to my stomach. “Answer me Darren!”
My mother walked in just in time to save me. She could see the distressed look on my face. “Darren? What’s the matter?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want her to worry. “Nothing mother. I’m fine.”
Mothers can see that there is something wrong with their children even if they try to hide it. “You don’t look fine.” My mother turned to my father and asked, “David, what did you do to my baby?”
My father rolled his eyes. “I haven’t done anything to him yet. He is just now getting home from school. He was with that Lucy tramp again.”
Though my mother loved me, she did not approve of Lucy. “Darren is that true?”
I had just shot a man. I didn’t want to argue about Lucy. “Mother, please not now. I don’t feel well.”
Like I said, a mother’s instinct kicked in. No matter what I did, she was going to help me through. But she couldn’t do it in front of my father. “David can I speak with our son in private please?”
Being the man of the house, my father was not going to leave without giving me some sort of punishment. “He’s grounded. He comes straight home from school every day for two weeks! No phone, no friends!” And he walked out of the room. I was glad.
My mother waited until she was sure my father was out of earshot and asked, “Baby, what is going on?”
I loved and trusted her. “Mother, I’m in trouble.”
“Baby, what did you do?”
What I was going to tell her was certainly going to kill her. But I had to say something. I was only eighteen for goodness sake. “I shot somebody.”
My mother was shocked. “What?”
I gave her all the details. She was on my side, but she couldn’t keep this a secret. “Darren, I am going to have to tell your father.”
I shook my head. “No, mother, you can’t.”
“If you want to spend the rest of your life in prison, we can keep this between me and you. But to have the chance to walk free, I’m going to have to tell your father.”
I sighed and hugged my mom. She cried, I cried. I was scared and so was she. But we did what we had to do and spoke to the high and mighty David Smith.
My parents got me a team of good lawyers. They were able to convince the jury and the judge that I was suffering from Affluenza, the rich spoiled kid disease. I got five years’ probation with GPS monitoring. I was happy to get rid of that ankle bracelet.
Yes, I killed Charlie. Lucy stopped talking to me, and I moved on with my life. That was many years ago. We moved from the city into the house I live in now. Since then, I was afraid of the bully.
I was not going to let Jacob take my girl from me. I had to stop him. It was me, Lucy, and Charlie all over again, and this time I was going to get the girl. I’m way older now and in love as I was all those years ago. My parents were gone now and couldn’t save me from a murder rap this time. I hoped I didn’t kill Jacob. If I did, this time I was going to go to jail. I fell into a deep sleep again. More dreams.
In this one, I was arrested for killing Jacob. I honestly didn’t remember what happened after I fired my weapon. I prayed Jacob was still alive.
I woke again with a start. I figured I better make some phone calls to find out what was going on. I picked up my phone and there were several missed calls. Some from Jeffrey, some from Mel, some from Celiene. I had texts from all of them as well. None from Kay. Damn it. I got up, showered, and called Jeffrey.
“Hey man what’s up?” I asked, wondering why the entire world was trying to reach me.
Jeffrey breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness. I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine. What’s going on?”
“Meet me at the deli close to our office. I’ll tell you everything.”
“Be there as soon as I get dressed.” I hung up the phone and put some clothes on. As much as I hated that drive, I went downtown anyway. I had to know what had my friends so worked up.
I walked into the deli to find Jeffrey there drinking a cup of coffee in a suit. What day of the week was it? Was I supposed to be at work today? “What is going on?” I asked as I reached his table.
Jeffrey looked up at me. “Have a seat. Want some coffee or something?”
I sat down. “No man, just tell me what’s going on.”
“Word on the street is you tried to kill Jacob,” Jeffrey said sipping his coffee.
I was shocked. “What?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Melissa called me and told me about it.”
“Well first of all…wait, what? How did she know?”
“Apparently, Kay called her. So, did you try and kill him or what?”
I was happy to hear that he wasn’t dead. “Naw man. You know I’m not going down that road again.”
“I heard that Kay rushed him to the hospital with a burst eardrum or something. She said he was all bloody.”
I couldn’t believe it. “I didn’t try to kill him man. I just wanted him off me. So, I fired my gun.”
“You took a piece of his ear. Any more to the left, and you would have killed him.”
I could have killed him. Is that what I wanted? Not really. I was just defending myself. “Shit man. I never should have taken the gun in the house.”
“How did you find out where he lived anyway?”
“That’s not important.”
Jeffrey took another sip of his coffee. “Why don’t you just leave this alone?”
I shook my head. “I can’t. I love her, and I want her back. If I can’t get that, at least I want her to forgive me.”
“Dude look. She obviously doesn’t want to be with you, and I think Jacob has paid enough for the video. He won; you lost, so move on.”
I sighed heavily. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I know I’m right. Now you can work from home the rest of the week, but I want to see you in the office next week with your game face on.”
“Okay man. Whatever.”
“Cheer up, Dude. You have plenty of women who want you.”
“Yeah, I know. See you later, Jeffrey.”
I went home and turned on my laptop and began to catch up on my work. All the while thinking of how I screwed up again.
Over the next few weeks, I let Dude roam free. I did everything I could think of to forget about Kay. I was tired at work, but I was going out almost every night. Where ever I could meet women, I would go. Bars, the park, and the beach were some of my frequent hang outs. They satisfied my carnal needs, but my heart still ached. She didn’t call, she didn’t text, and she didn’t stop by. I guess it was really over. Perhaps I would go take her key back to her and pick up my things; if she didn’t burn them.
It was one night after work when I stopped by her house. I got out of my car and walked up to her front door. Before I rang the doorbell, I heard her scream, and some glass shattering. I didn’t hesitate to kick the door in. I was surprised by what I saw. Kay’s face was a mess. Black and blue. One of her eyes was swollen, and she had a bloody lip. He had been beating her. Oh hell no. Even though she didn’t want me, I was not going to let him hit her.
I obviously startled them when I kicked the door in. I felt the heat rising from my feet. Whenever I got this angry, it was never good. I looked at Kay, crying, and covering her face so I wouldn’t see it. “Kay, get away from him,” I said calmly, never once taking my eyes off Jacob. Kay moved back. Now was my chance to do his head in.
I balled up my right fist as tight as I could. “You vile piece of shit, how dare you hit her.” I was still speaking calmly. You would think he would have learned by now that I was going to go crazy on him.
“She’s my woman now so I can do what I want,” he replied just as calmly. It was about to go down.
“I should have killed you when I last saw you!” I said through my teeth. See the heat that had started in my feet had radiated through my body, and again, my skin was on fire.
Jacob tilted his head to one side and said, “You’re welcome to try now bitch!”
That was all the invitation I needed. My rage had gotten the better of me this time. If I had my gun I would have shot him for certain, and gladly went to jail for her. But the only weapon I had was my fists. So, I hit him, and just kept on hitting him. I didn’t give him a chance to hit me back. I was like a hailstorm with golf ball sized hail. Quick, unrelenting, and dangerous. He fell backwards and landed on the floor. That was all the leverage I needed. Once he hit the floor, I pounded his face until he was bloody. I wanted to show him how it felt to get a real ass kicking from someone who could fight back. How dare he hit my babe? However, something snapped in me and I realized if I didn’t stop I was going to kill him.
He lay on the floor unconscious. My hands hurt, and there was blood all over me. But I just wanted to be sure Kay was alright. I got up and backed in her direction where she was still crying. I didn’t take my eyes of Jacob just in case he got up. “You alright babe?” She wouldn’t stop crying. She reached for me, and I hugged her. “It’s alright now babe. It’s alright.”
I’m not sure if she still loved me, but holding her made me realize, I still loved her more than ever. I called the ambulance to come and get Jacob, and I stayed with her until they came. She wanted to go to the hospital with him, so I washed the blood from my hands and face, and I drove her. It was there I was going to talk to her.
Once she finished checking on Jacob, she came back into the waiting room to find me still there. My guess is that this surprised her a little. I crossed my arms in front of me and stared at her. Her face was still swelling. One of her eyes now swollen completely shut. I hated to look at her like that.
“I should be angry with you, but I’m glad you’re okay,” I said quietly.
“Why should you be angry with me? I didn’t do anything.”
I nodded. “Exactly. You should have called me.”
She shrugged like she didn’t understand. “Why would I have called you, Darren?” I think I was a little hurt. She really didn’t want me anymore.
“Because I could have put a stop to this. How long has he been hitting on you?” I asked with a serious, angry gaze. She couldn’t tell me, so she turned her back to me. That gave me my answer. “Ah I see. It has been going on for a while then.” I couldn’t take it, nor did I understand. Why in the hell would she choose him over me? I may have kissed on a few women, but I was not kicking her ass. She didn’t want to tell me, so I decided to leave. “Well I’m going to leave you to take care of your boyfriend,” I stated as I turned to leave.
“Darren, wait,” she said softly. The sound of her voice wrapped around me like a comfortable, warm blanket.
I turned to face her. “What is it Kay?”
She smiled the best she could. “Thank you.”
That little smile warmed my heart. I gave her a gentle approving smile and replied, “You’re welcome.”
I turned and left her standing in the hospital waiting room.
I got in my car and went home. When I walked in, Josie looked at my clothes. “Darren, what happened to you?”
I shook my head. “Don’t worry Josie, it’s not my blood.” I didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so I went straight to my room. I called Jeffrey and told him what happened; then, I called Celiene and asked her over.
“She looks terrible, Celiene.”
“Well, you saved her, and I’m glad. If she died, I think we would have lost you.”
I sighed and nodded, thinking about how my life would be different if Kay weren’t in it. “Yeah, you might be right about that.”
She smiled at me and I grabbed her pulling her close to me. She wasn’t surprised, but she asked, “So am I here tonight for the usual?”
I gave her a deep kiss. She was a good kisser. I liked kissing Celiene. The next thing I knew I was sleeping with her…again.
After we made love, her small voice broke the silence of the dark room. “Dude, I can’t keep doing this every time you get your feelings hurt.”
“Because it isn’t good for me. You have no idea what you are doing to me.”
“Can we talk about it in the morning?”
She sighed, and I pulled her close to me. “All right, Dude.”
I made love to Celiene that night, and she was right. No other woman got to spend the night with me. She was the only one. I made all the others leave. Perhaps I couldn’t have any more friends with benefits. I didn’t want to hurt anyone else with my promiscuous ways. So, I just dated. And I started going back to church.
Six months later...
After the service was over, I was on the way to my car when I ran into Dr. Hernandez. He was the doctor who looked after Kay when she went to the hospital. I was staring at the lady who stood next to him. She almost looked like Lucy.
Hernandez smiled when he saw me. After all this time, I’m surprised he even remembered me. “Why hello there, Mr. Smith.”
Come to think of it, I was surprised I remembered him as well. “Hello there Dr. Hernandez. How are you?”
“I’m doing fine, I’m doing just fine. So how is your girlfriend doing?”
My girlfriend. Damn it. I thought I was getting over Kay, but just the mention of her name made my heart turn flips. I shrugged. “We aren’t together anymore, so I don’t know.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about that.”
“It’s okay. Things happen.”
Hernandez quickly changed the subject. “Oh, forgive my manners. Let me introduce you to my wife, Lucy. Lucy, this is Mr. Smith. I’m sorry; I don’t remember your first name.”
I stared at the woman by his side and I’ll be damned after many years, it really was her. “It’s Darren,” I replied.
When our eyes met, I was suddenly back in the city as a young boy. I couldn’t believe it. It was really her. The very first girl I was in love with was standing in front of me. I didn’t think I would ever see her again. However, I was not going to interrupt her marriage. For all I knew she still didn’t like me.”
She was still drop dead gorgeous with that beautiful skin, and those soul sucking eyes. Was she still able to put a spell on me? “Nice to meet you Darren.”
“We were just about to go and get some lunch. Would you like to join us?” Hernandez asked.
I couldn’t pass up the chance to talk to her again. So, I agreed. “Do you have a restaurant in mind? If not, let me take you, and I’ll pick up the check.”
Hernandez faced Lucy and asked, “How does that sound angel?”
She smiled. “That sounds wonderful, Gabriel.”
“We will gladly take you up on your offer Darren. Please, lead the way.”
I took them to my favorite restaurant. When we walked in, we were seated almost immediately.
Hernandez turned to me and asked, “If you both will excuse me. I need to use the restroom. Where is it?”
I pointed. “Just down that way and to the left. You can’t miss it.”
He smiled. “Thank you.”
Hernandez left, and this was my chance to find out if Lucy still hated me. I didn’t want her husband to know that I had history with his wife, so I talked, but kept it simple.
I sighed. “So, you’re married now.”
There was a silence between us that, even though it was only a few seconds, felt like an eternity.
“Lucy, look. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
“Dude, that was a long time ago. We were just kids.”
“I just wanted to apologize.”
“You did that, years ago. I was just in so much pain I didn’t want to hear it.”
“So, did you really love him?”
“Lucy, I don’t understand. He-”
Gabriel Hernandez came from the restroom clearly ready to eat a decent lunch. I’m sure he saw how we were so deep in conversation on his way back to the table. “So, what were you two talking about?”
The three of us ate a great meal and had great conversation while we did. I made sure that I talked about a few investments that the good doctor should get into. I wanted to finish my conversation with Lucy and couldn’t do it with her husband at the table. “If you have any questions, just call me. Here is my card,” I said handing him my business card.
Two weeks later, my office phone rang. “Hello?”
It was Lucy. I’m not sure if I was excited about that or not.
Lucy called and asked to see my house. She told me that her husband was out of town on some sort of seminar. That right there was a serious red flag. What did she want?
“Can you come and get me?” She asked.
“Sure, but not from your house. I don’t want to revisit the past, Lucy.”
She laughed, but I was serious. “All right, Mr. Goodie Goodie. Pick me at Grand Central.”
What the hell was I doing? I just went on autopilot and did as she asked. Did she still have that kind of control over me after all these years? Obviously, or I would have told her no.
I picked her up and got out of the city. When we got on the road to my house, she grinned widely, and there was true joy in her voice.
“I can’t believe that I finally get to visit the Smith Mansion!” she exclaimed, like I said, very excited.
I knew what she wanted, and I wasn’t going to give in. I let her know. “Visit, Lucy. You are married. Gonna drop you home as soon as we are finished.”
She put her hand on my thigh, extremely close to my groin. “Oh, come on, Darren. Don’t you wanna see if I still got it?”
I pushed her hand away. “I don’t sleep with married women, Lucy. Keeps me out of both jail and the grave.”
She pulled her hand away, and replied, “Okay, okay. Sorry I implied.” She had a look on her face that I don’t remember seeing before. I ignored it and just drove.
An hour later, I found myself in my bedroom with my lips glued to Lucy’s. Damn it! I was at it again. But this time it was different. This time it was a woman who I loved before. Did I want Lucy? Not at all. I just wanted to show her how I have grown as a lover. We hadn’t seen each other in many years. She obviously had forgiven me. Her love making was just as spectacular as I remembered it. How in the hell did she end up with stuffy old Dr. Hernandez? I really didn’t care. He obviously took care of her except where it mattered. Over the next few months, Lucy and I kept in touch, but I never slept with her again.
Sometimes when I was hanging with Jeffrey, Celiene, and Melissa, I saw Kay and Jacob. To my dismay, she always looked so sad. I wanted to walk up to her, hug her, and ask what was wrong, but I couldn’t. Did I still love her? I wasn’t sure at this point, but I knew one thing, if Jacob hit her again, and I found out about it, this time, I was going to kill him.