Chapter 49 Women
No. I've never been into me. I have always and only been into one girl who hated my guts because I made her. I still didn't understand why the hell I couldn't have the one girl I wanted. Why did Dad tell me she wasn't good enough? She was perfect!
"Just haven't found the one I want yet," I shrugged. That was a lie. I'd found the one I wanted and we left her back in California to mourn the death of her parents and sent her to her awful aunt and uncle.
"One? You planning on settling down? I didn't settle down with one until I was in my 30's! Women come with the stage lights," he snickered. "There is more to life than just one woman. You need to play around for a bit. Spread the love, so to speak. And if you find one you like the most you can keep her... Just don't let her stop you from what you really want!"
I didn't find it funny. I know my Dad still sleeps around, and apparently Mom doesn't give a damn. All she wants is the name. Rose Kingston can get into anything. Rose Marsh, not so much.
I think I started to miss Josie the moment I lost her. It didn't matter what my Dad said. I still wanted her, and because I was young and stupid, the only logical thing I could come up with was to make her hate me. That way I would still have her attention, even if it was just her yelling at me to go to hell... And she did!
Josie didn't deserve any of that of course. I hated it when my friend told me they wanted to fuck her. Of course I told them to stay the hell away from her and if they even touched her they would be murdered in their sleep. That kept them away from her.
Well, now I'm going to make up for ever damn thing I did to hurt her. I push my feet up the wet steps and knock on the door. I'm done hiding and I'm done waiting around. I need to see her right now before I break the door down. I haven't touched her in days! I am going a bit neurotic without her addictive touch.
Unsurprisingly, Beth Taylor opens the door. She looks me up and down, and leans against the door jamb. "Well, hello handsome, are you looking for me?" she coos and blinks her eyes up at me.
I'm definitely not into older women. Especially when they are married to drunk assholes and beat the hell out of the only girl I've ever wanted.
"I'm here for Josie," I state, looking over her shoulder, hoping I could at least get a glimpse of her. But she's nowhere in sight. I run my fingers through my hair in agitation. She's probably up in her room.
"Oh. Are you sure?" she giggles. "I'm much more entertaining than a tiny little whore like her! She sleeps around you know. Are you really sure you still want to see her?" she sneers.
"I am," I assure her. "And for your information, if there was a man she would be sleeping with, that would be me," I smirk down at her.
I see her face chance into a sneer for half a second before she tries to put something more presentable. She fails miserably. She sighs in resignation, allowing me to enter.
"JOSIE!" She snarls up the stairs, before turning to me and flashing me what she thinks is a dazzling smile. "Any particular reason you are here for her?"
"It's none of your business," I state. I don't feel the need to answer any more than that. It really isn't her business why I'm here. I'm here to claim what is mine. But I need her to come to the conclusion on her own. I know I might not get the answer I want tonight, but it's not going to stop me from seeing her.
I see the flush of annoyance crawl up her cheeks. I don't give a damn, because suddenly Josie is halfway down the stairs and frozen as she looks at me.
Her hazel eyes look exhausted. Her cute little freckles stand out against her pale face. Her pretty honey hair hangs in heavy waves down her back.
"Rick?" she whispers, stepping down to the bottom step. "What are you doing here?" she swallows, also looking me up and down, but I don't mind it this time. And when she blushes I feel a rush of pride I can't control.
I just smirk and make my way over to the stairs and pull her into my arms.
I hear Beth snarls and curse under her breath as she goes... somewhere else. I don't really care because the entire reason I am here is now wrapped in my arms and has my full attention.