What I Needed

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Chapter 28 ~ Shit and Fan

Deon’s P.O.V.

A few weeks had passed, and we’d been lucky enough that there no sightings of The Mafia. I should have realised that when there is peace and quiet, it means a storm is brewing, and it was only a matter of time before something went horribly wrong. Why didn’t I foresee the shit about to hit the fan?

Nevaeh had left her bag hanging on my chair, and I happened to notice a rather large envelope sticking out, with a red and gold emblem in the corner. Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached in, pulling it out and opening it to read.

Bravestone College

567 Hartley Drive,

Decoder NSW 5879

Dear Ms Nevaeh Zuli,

It is with great honour that we inform you of your acceptance to Bravestone College, as a mature student of the award-winning Brazingly Creative Writing Programme.

Your video entry was remarkable. We are excited to offer you one of the five limited positions and are expecting great things in your future.

Along with your welcome pack, we have enclosed the financial aid office numbers and building locations. Counselling services on offer as sometimes it can be a tedious adjustment entering as a mature aged student, and a list of acceptable lodgings since you are coming to us from so far away.

We look forward to hearing from you about your date of arrival. The new semester starts on September 21st. Please do not hesitate to contact us on any matter regarding your placement.

Once again, Congratulations.

Yours sincerely,

Dean of Admissions.

Mr M.K. Packer.

My head spun frantically, Nevaeh had not revealed that she had applied or even that she got accepted. The college was only a day’s ride away at best, but that was not the point. We were meant to be in love? Why had she not told me?

Nevaeh walked in on me, staring at the letter as the envelope with her welcome package rested on the bed beside me. “What are you doing?”

My eyes snapped up to meet hers, “were you going to tell me?”

“There’s nothing to tell, Deon,” Eva hissed, clearly annoyed I had read her mail.

“This is a great opportunity; you could have spoken to...”

She snatched the letter from my hands and collected the envelope. “Why did you go through my bag?”

“It was sticking out. Now, why didn’t you tell me?” I growled lowly.

“Because... I’m not going.”

“Why?” I snapped back. “You received one of the only five positions available. Is it the money?”

“No Deon, I’ve saved a long time for this and with financial aid, I could do it, but, I’m not going because it’s a long way away from you.” Fuck, I’m an ass. Here am I, annoyed little angel didn’t tell me when she was willing to give up her future to stay by my side.

“Go, you have to.”

“Why are you pushing this? I made my mind up a long time ago.”

“Because this is your dream. You wouldn’t have applied if you didn’t want it?”

“Maybe, once upon a time. I applied before I met you.”

“Little angel...” she climbed onto my lap.

“Deon, don’t, okay? This is what I want now, you and me, here.”

I chose to leave the subject alone for now, despite it niggling at the back of my mind. What was to be the outcome of Nevaeh’s decision? I couldn’t predict, but I loved her enough to let her go there - if it meant Nevaeh would be truly happy and she was following her heart.

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Tonight, we are heading to Jacks Hog House, a bar a couple of towns over. My little angel looked magnificent on the back of my bike, exactly where she belonged. The wind rustling through her hair, Eva’s arms secured tightly around my waist, this feeling of love buzzing through my system. It was like magic.

We were sitting in the corner of the establishment when I felt Nevaeh’s body go stiff and rigid beside me. I eyed her curiously, wondering what had caused that reaction. Like a bat out of hell, she jumped up on her seat, climbed over the table, and piss bolted straight into the arms of an unknown man in the opposite corner of the pub.

The men stood awaiting my instruction, but I motioned for them to sit, I was eager to see what my little angel would do in this situation. The stranger held Eva tightly, not in a sexual way which I was relieved about, but he definitely knew her. Eva placed hard pecks over his whole face excitedly, her actions had me clenching my fists, and it was hard to control the rage building up inside me.

The unknown had a blue Mohawk, hazel coloured eyes, broad nose, strong jawline with a cleft chin, and from what I could see, a lot of ink. The tattoos covered his neck, forearms, and hands with an eyebrow piercing in his left brow; he wore black jeans and a Nirvana T-shirt on his, I’d say, 5ft 7 bulky frame? I guessed his height; there was no way of actually knowing.

On the table behind him, sat four other men, amused by the display of affection and familiarity in front of them. Nevaeh leapt into the arms of each man, hugging them tightly as well. I’d hit my limit.

I moved out of my seat, striding menacingly forward, I knew my look alone was intimidating, so, I was pleased to see when they coward slightly, trying to avoid eye contact.

“I can’t believe it,” Nevaeh squealed, dancing about on the balls on her feet.

“Can I help you?” Mohawk questioned, squaring me up and down. Eva turned to see what the stranger was looking at.

“Little angel, back to the table.”

“What?” She queried.

“Eve? Do you know this piece of shit?” My eyebrow arched than my face contorted to murderous.

“What, don’t talk to Deon...” I jumped in before Nevaeh could complete her sentence.

“You don’t know who you’re fucking with, Ken.”

“Don’t call him a Ken doll,” little angel spat at me.

“Table. Now.” My order meant business.

“Fuck you, Deon...”

“You can fucken leave, right now,” Mohawk puffed his chest, pushing Nevaeh behind him, while she scrambled to get our attention, but I could no longer hear her. My sole focus was on this wannabe Ken doll.

I swung hard, fierce, and fast, collecting the side of Mohawk’s cheek. He swayed back, gaining his footing quickly and jutted forward, overextending his throw and I blocked, unleashing a deafening blow to the fuckwits jaw. The crack alone was enough to haunt your dreams, but I was sure my middle knuckle had either, dislocated or broken entirely. My brutal onslaught sent Mohawk flying backwards and landing heavily on the floor. He’d been knocked out cold.

The men had their guns drawn behind me, ready to shoot if anyone intervened.

The distraught and horrified look on my girls face would be one I’d never forget, her cheeks glistening under the lights from the tears that covered her face as she sobbed above the lifeless body.

“Move, Nevaeh.”

“H-h how c-could you?” she cried, “Get away from me, Deon.”

“What? Get up off that floor now; we’re leaving.”

“NO!” Eva screamed in a displaced voice I had never heard before. “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

“Nevaeh, he was...”

“MY BROTHER, YOU ASSHOLE!” Fuck!!! Why did I let my jealousy consume me?

“Your?...” I went to grab her wrist, but my little angel pulled away, hatred burned within her heated glower - I had royally fucked up.

“Leave. Now.” Nevaeh’s tone was cold, the detestation she now had towards me hit me like a concrete wall, I recoiled in hurt, shame, anger. Shit, what have I done?

You could hear the murmur of sirens in the distance; some rat had called the cops. Trigger and Brutus both grabbed my arms and pulled me out of there. “C’mon Prez, this ain’t our area,” Trig said.

Usually, I am level headed, reasonable, but tonight, I acted stupid and territorial. I was a fool. I rode away from her, the love of my life, I just left Nevaeh there, how was she going to get home? How was Eva going to get him to the hospital? Shit, I should have been a man; I should have stayed and owned up.

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I waited on the balcony, the sun was well and truly up, had been for hours. Techno alerted me to Nevaeh’s arrival via taxi and the steel gates surveillance cameras. I had not slept all night waiting for her to come home. All fucken night I had called, texted, videoed, and even social media’d, which I never go on, and Nevaeh ignored them all.

My ears collected the sound of movement behind me, but Eva said nothing. I could tell she was moving about the room, though. I slowly turned, ready to face the wrath and assault of slurs, but instead, my eyes fell upon my woman packing up her belongings.

“You going to talk to me or you just going to leave?” I was now mad; the woman I love was packing her stuff; she was leaving me. Nevaeh stayed silent and continued, “little angel, I didn’t know...”

“Save it, Deon, you’ve already backed up my message bank with your apologies, and maxed out my text storage. You don’t need to say anything else.”

“So, why are you leaving?”

“The hospital they took Nathan to is awhile away; I have to be there in case he wakes up.”

“In case he wakes up?” Shit, I had really put my foot in it. What if he never wakes up?

“Yes, Deon, IF, my brother wakes up.”

“I’m so so...”

“DON’T YOU DARE,” Nevaeh shouted angrily, ready to fight me. “You hurt my brother,” that statement had me flinching. “Did I know Nathan would be there? No. I would have introduced you if you hadn’t been so pig-headed and arrogant.”

“Where does that leave us?”

“Right now, I don’t know, and I don’t care. I have to get back to the hospital. Hopefully, Nathan doesn’t wake up with permanent brain damage.” Her hazel eyes were red raw from crying, but all I heard was that Nevaeh didn’t care. Eva stated it clearly; she didn’t care about me.

I moved forward, attempting to touch her, remind my little angel of the man I truly am inside, but Eva jumped out of the way, with both palms up to stop me from getting close to her. “I need you,” I whimpered out, “don’t leave me.”

“I needed you to remain calm enough for me to explain. I needed you to listen, Deon. Now I don’t. My brother is half dead because of you; if he doesn’t wake up the same person he was before, I will never forgive you.” My heart bled at her knife-wielding words that stabbed at my heart.

My temper rose as tears prickled at the sides of my brown orbs. Nevaeh doesn’t want me anymore, then fine, I don’t need her either. “Fuck off then,” I spat.

“Wow, Deon, you really don’t understand what you’ve done, do you?”

Nevaeh grabbed her stuff and headed for the exit. She didn’t want me; she didn’t need me, then fine, she can fuck off and never come back. My once bright light was walking briskly past the food hall and into the booze bunker, I could see Priya and Ovella up ahead, with Jakobe and Brutus, then I spotted the club whores... and I made the worst mistake of my life in my seething anger, how did I know really? It’s not like I’d been in a serious relationship before this.

“Fine, fuck you. I’ll find your replacement by this afternoon; a whore will do nicely; after all, that’s all you were.”

Nevaeh halted her storm immediately, and spun around on her heels, mouth agape and fresh tears glassing over her beautiful hazel coloured eyes. “How could you?”

“You heard me; I was getting sick of you anyway.” I intended to get her to stay and fight, but it actually had the opposite effect.

Her bottom lip trembled and Nevaeh’s eyes closed for a moment before opening and revealing her completely crushed soul. The love for me had vanquished completely, stripped from her heart by my idiocy, and what stared back, was an empty woman with no hope left. My heart thumped vigorously in my throat, my brain pulsed, and I tried to reach for her again, but instead, she sidestepped, bolting out the side door, not saying goodbye to anyone.

Priya ran after her as mum stepped in front of me. With one massive swoop, she collected my cheek, my head snapping to the side under the sheer blunt force. The slap could be heard for miles, I would say, I certainly felt the impact. “How could you?” Mum’s horror-filled face of disgust and disappointment burned into my memory bank as she left me there, stunned by the traumatic events.

“You wanker.” Ovella spat furiously at me while being pushed back by Brutus. “You’re a coward and an asshole Deon...”

I didn’t deserve Nevaeh, I’ve acted irrationally before, but this was a new low. I predicted this would happen; I broke the one thing that meant the most to me, I had torn the wings of my angel clear from her body and left her imaginarily bleeding on the floor.

I shattered my light, and I had no one to blame but myself.

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