My Beautiful Lies (Beautiful Nothing #2) (10 page)

She slides down inch-by-inch, letting us feel every sensation being devoured. Watching her move on top of me is so sexy. I touch her breasts, rubbing and rolling her nipples sharply between my fingers. Her eyes are rolled back in her head, and she rocks back and forth faster. She can’t even let me know when she’s there, she just bounces harder, breathless and grunting. When I start to feel the pressure build, I flip her over still buried deep and thrust right back into her. Her legs shake around me as she claws at my back. The harder and faster I thrust, the louder she gets. All I feel is her tight, dripping pussy, milking me of every drop as I let go inside her. I slide off of her out of breath, not wanting to smash our baby. We lie there for a few minutes, drained and dazed, then take a shower. After we finish, we’re so tired we go to bed early. Tomorrow is a big day: we go to the doctor and drive to our vacation spot. 

I dream of marrying her, having a baby, and living in a beautiful house in the woods. It’s strange to dream of crazy things you hope for, especially if all you’ve ever had is nightmares. When the light in the dark bedroom flips on, my eyelids flutter open. I find Laney running around the room with curlers in her hair in her panties and a t-shirt. She is so cute and sexy it drives me insane. She paces back and forth to the bedroom and bathroom, packing and getting ready. 

“You’re up a little early, aren’t you?” I ask, throwing the covers off and get up. 

“I have so much to do. I have to look good for the doctor, pack all my stuff that I forgot to, and puke a few times before we go,” she says, rambling so fast, I can barely understand what she’s saying. 

“Look good for the doctor? I hope you’re talking about me,” I say, sounding slightly jealous. 

“Are you jealous? Dr. Hardy is jealous. Oh my! Scared of a little competition, are we?” she asks jokingly, pulling the curlers out of her hair. 

She loves pushing my buttons, but in a hot way. She proceeds to tell me her doctor is a woman and makes fun of me for it for half the morning. When it’s finally time to go to the doctors, we end up being late. She was right about getting sick, causing us to be thirty minutes late. A woman in her late thirties, attractive yet boring, approaches us. 

“Can I help you guys, do you have an appointment?” she asks, a little too rude for my taste. I handle her on my own. 

“Yes point me in the direction of the actual receptionist, please, and thank you,” I say in the same tone, pointing to the lady behind the desk. The woman turns on her heels with a dirty look to get the woman I asked for. After explaining to the receptionist that we are late, she pulls some strings and gets us back there. 

“Good morning, you two, I am Dr. Shelby. I will be taking care of you today. First, I will need Laney to take this cup, and fill it to this line with urine. While you’re in there please remove all your clothing so we can perform a thorough exam and put this gown on. We can go from there, I just need to make sure she is pregnant before we move along,” she says, handing Laney a clear cup. Laney disappears to the bathroom, and I sit anxiously in my seat.

She comes back with a nervous look on her face that irks me. Following behind her, the doctor comes back in. “I will need you to come with me, Laney, we need to get your weight and height.” I go with them while they do that.
Tagging along like a lost dog
, I think to myself and laugh. We go back in the room and the doctor lets us know she is, in fact, pregnant. A woman walks in strolling a machine behind her. She looks like she just turned seventeen, and I get nervous about her touching Laney with whatever the thing is. 

“Hi, I’m Jenny. I will be assisting the doctor today. She will be in shortly,” she says enthusiastically, leaving the machine and closing the door as she leaves. Dr. Shelby strolls back in with a smile. 

“Laney, I am going to do an ultrasound to see how far along you are and check the baby’s health. Are you comfortable with that?” she asks, getting the machine set up. Laney agrees and lies down on the bed. “Okay, I need you to scoot down to the edge of the table and spread your legs wide.” Laney does as she’s told. 

“I am going to place this wand inside you during what’s called a transvaginal ultrasound. The wand helps me see the baby better since it isn’t outside of your pelvic bone yet, all right?” the doctor says, squeezing out some weird gel onto the wand and gently inserting it inside of Laney. I cringe at the thought of that thing inside of Laney, wonder briefly if it hurts the baby, and then we hear it. 

WHOOSH… WHOOSH… WHOOSH.

“That noise you hear is your baby’s heartbeat, and that’s your baby,” she says, pointing to the small peanut size dot on the black and white screen.
That’s my baby, I created another human being.
I can feel my eyes watering, and I can hold them back until I see Laney has already let hers fall. The feeling is overwhelming, and the doctor lets us have our privacy. I kiss Laney on the forehead and hold her hand tighter. 

“We are having a baby,” I say, rubbing her stomach with my free hand. We let reality sink in for a few more minutes until the doctor comes back in. 

“Okay, girly, the baby looks healthy, and you are set. Here is a script for prenatal vitamins and nausea medicine, you take one once a day. I will see you back here in a month unless any problems occur. Otherwise, have a wonderful day.” We leave the doctor’s office and as we are getting in the car, I spot Jake. My good day takes an instant three-sixty. Jake stares us down leaving the OBGYN, and he knows. I watch from a distance as he peels out of the parking lot. Laney whips her head around at the sound of the squealing tires and misses him just in time. That was too fucking close. I will deal with him again when we get back. My only choice now is to kill him; that’s the only way he will leave us alone. I try to focus on Laney by getting her to the pharmacy to fill her medicine. On the drive home, I think of ways to kill Jake without getting caught. Once we’re home, we load up the car and get back on the road to the Poconos. 

I watch as James and Laney exit the doctor’s. It’s a baby doctor, which means he went and got the dumb bitch pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I really liked Laney once; but some toys get old. We had a plan: fuck her up and dispose. Not fuck her up, fuck her, then have a baby. He has crossed the line. Not only is he messing up the plan, he is taking something that’s not his. I make sure to make a scene leaving the parking lot. He needs to know that I know and that I am not backing down from this game. On the drive back to the shitty hole-in-the-wall motel, I call Ashley. She’s the dumbest bitch I’ve ever met in my life, but she is the closest pussy around here. Once I get in the room I light up a cigarette and grab my tray of china. I pour the white in the spoon and smash it with another spoon. I grab the bottle of water on the nightstand and draw it into my syringe. Placing enough on the spoon with the dope. I tie my arm tight with my belt and finish up the prep. When I draw it back and release it into the vein my insides relax. It’s like being hugged from the inside. It’s a feeling you can never get from a person. I nod off and all the bullshit that I’ve seen today fades away. 

BOOM! BOOM! BANG! 

Someone’s beating at the door. I lazily walk toward the door, knocking over my tray on the way. Funny thing is I should be pissed; I just knocked my dope on the floor. But not yet, I can only feel good. When I reach the door, Ashley flies through it. “What the fuck, Jake! You couldn’t wait for me to get here? We could have went down together. Is there any left?” she bitches. All I hear is the adults on Charlie Brown going
whomp, whomp, whomp
. She crawls on the floor, looking for the shit I dropped. She doesn’t shoot like I do, I watch as she takes it and makes a line to snort. I give her five minutes before it kicks in, then she’s on my dick. 

I don’t remember much of our night as I lie in bed naked next to Ashley. I wake her ass up and tell her to leave. She looks pissed.

“Just like that, you’re done with me? Jake Thomas, you’re a fucking asshole!” she shouts, throwing on her clothes. 

“I never said I wasn’t. Didn’t stop you from taking that dick last night, did it?” She rolls her eyes and flips me off as she leaves, slamming the door behind her. Dumb bitches, they do your drugs, fuck you and leave. I don’t deal with women anymore, except for what’s between their legs. That’s all they’re good for, and sometimes if I get high enough I don’t even need them. 

I have plans to destroy the happy couple today. I just need to call Casey and set them into motion. The phone rings once, and he gets on the line. “Yo,” he mumbles into the receiver. 

“I need a favor. Message James and see if he’s gonna be home today.” He says he can and we hang up. While I wait for his call back, I clean up my shit. Putting on the clothes I had on yesterday, I’m satisfied to see they aren’t that dirty. I go to the bathroom and splash my face with some cold water to wake up. I was hoping I wouldn’t need another hit, but I feel too drained not to. Instead, I just snort a line of candy to keep me coherent. My phone rings; Casey has the info I need. 

“I couldn’t get a hold of him, but I called his office. They said he was going on a trip for two weeks.” 

Oh really, a trip, huh? This is starting to look like a really good day.
We hang up, and I formulate a plan. I will need some help from Carmine and get some technical help. I meet Carmine at Laney’s house and we map out what we’re gonna do. I told James I was gonna finish this game, and I don’t lose. After I’m done and happy with the results, I head to James’ house. Little Miss Mute needs to use her mouth for something more useful than talking anyway. I pull up to James’ house to see Harry’s police car.
What the fuck is he doing here?
More obstacles I don’t need on such a good day. I knock on the door and he answers. He stands with door half-open as if he is trying to keep me out. I almost feel offended. 

“You’re not fucking with her anymore, Jake. Just go home.” 

“Go home? Aw, did you trade sides on me, Harry? We used to be so close. So close that our dicks touched once fucking the same girl, and this is where we are now?” I say, smiling. I know I push his buttons. It’s kind of nice to have a cop afraid of you. 

“You’re fucked up, man. Just go the fuck home. I don’t need this shit right now. Don’t fuck with me, Jake. I’m not in the mood.” I listen to him, blowing him kisses as I turn around. Dumb fuck, he just made his bed now he’s gonna lie in it. Just like Brad and Lance, and soon Laney and James. When will people realize not to fuck with me? I decide to backtrack, to make sure I left no bread crumbs leading back to me. 

Fucking pregnant. I can’t believe not only did he fuck her, but now they are making a family? With
my
leftovers?  He must not have learned in high school. If something is mine, it will always be mine whether I want it or not. On the drive home, anger blurs my vision. I need to get high and it will go away. I get back to the motel and hit the white until I’m so high the world goes black.

JAMES

We have been driving for hours. Laney got tired of sitting up front and is now in the back seat sound asleep. Which is good since I wanted to surprise her. With only an hour or so away, I stop to get gas and her something to snack on. As I pull into the station, Laney jerks awake. Her door swings open and she takes off before closing it. It alarms me instantly, and I chase after her. I reach the bathroom door and my heart pounds on my chest. I knock on the door impatiently. “Laney, what’s wrong, baby? Open up.” I hear the toilet flush and she walks out with a huge smile. 

“I had to pee so badly, I didn’t think you were ever gonna stop.” Relief floods through me, and I can’t help but laugh. She scared the shit out of me. I buy her a slice of the nasty gas station pizza she desperately begged me for and a slushie. We get back in the car and she gets up front. 

“Are we almost there?” she asks excitedly, taking another bite of her greasy pizza. I swear I just felt the vomit rise in my throat. “I never asked, what type of music do you actually like? I mean we have been driving for hours, listening to what I like. What do you like? It’s your turn.” I am thrown off by her question. Besides Jake’s shitty punk rock music, hers is the only music I listen to unless I’m jogging.