Chapter 16 – Belle
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BELLE
I sit in the back of the truck, staring out of the window, wondering what had just happened. I finally told him what he wanted to hear, what I feel, and he just brushed it off. He didn’t even acknowledge what I said. Did he not believe me? Did he think it was just lust? A crush? I should have just been a lesbian. Life would be so much simpler, and me being a virgin wouldn’t be an issue.
Back at Star’s and Ghost’s house, it is just as lovely as Beast’s, except they have baby stuff dotted around. Star leads me through the house and out the back. “We have a little guest house at the back of the garden,” Star says. We walk to the back of the yard, to where a little summerhouse is situated. She unlocks the door and gestures for me to go in. It’s cute, and they’ve done it out all cosy. “That couch has a pull-out bed, there is a small bathroom just through there, and a TV with everything stored on it. I think we even have a porn subscription if you fancied a little private time.” She winks.
“Er, I don’t think I will be watching porn,” I point out.
She shrugs. “We are only human, with human desires.”
“Thanks. This is incredible. Did you have it built for when family visit?” I ask.
Star laughs. “Hell no, I don’t have any family. I got Ghost to build this in case he pisses me off. Either I can come out here, or if he’s really pissed me off, I can kick him out here.” She laughs. “But we haven’t used it yet. We seem to argue, then Ghost doesn’t let me stay mad. He likes to fuck the anger out of me. Probably not healthy, but it works for us.”
“Okay,” I say, not sure what I am supposed to say to that.
“Look, for whatever reason you are having to stay here,. I know it’s got to be for an important one,” she says, trying to assure me.
I nod. “Sure.”
“Well, I will leave you to settle, nap, whatever you want. Dinner will arrive around six,” she says.
“Will arrive?” I ask, confused.
“Yeah, I don’t cook. It’s partially out of choice, and the fact I’m good at setting fire to things. It’s just safer all around.” She smiles.
“Okay, great. Thanks.” I laugh.
She leaves, closing the door behind her. I sigh and sit on the couch before I pull my phone out of my pocket. I decide to text Beast.
Belle: I don’t know why I’ve had to come here, or why you acted the way you did. But I meant what I said. I’m there, at least I think I am.
I hit send and place my phone down on the cushion next to me. Maybe I haven’t explained myself enough. I pick my phone back up.
Belle: To be clear, I’m not like declaring my love for you. Unless that’s what you meant by me being there? I mean, I feel things for you. It’s hard, especially when you did what you did with your mouth.
I hit send and stare at the screen. Shit, I sound like I only like him for the orgasms he’s given me.
Belle: Um, I didn’t mean I only like you because you gave me a rather great orgasm. I mean, it helps. But no, what I mean is I like you, like a lot. I just know that being here right now without you feels weird.
I hit send and lean my head on the back of the couch, a lone tear escaping my eye. I quickly wipe it away. “Don’t be ridiculous, Belle.” I sniff. I don’t even know why I’m crying. I just don’t have a good feeling.
Later that evening, I join Ghost and Star for dinner, and they make small talk. Ghost is a man of very few words, unless it comes to Star or his son. Which to be honest, was fine. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. Finishing dinner, I help clear up, then excuse myself to bed. Star looks at me and I know she wants to press and ask if I’m okay. Ghost thankfully distracts Star enough that I can escape back to the summerhouse. I check my phone for a reply from Beast, but there’s nothing. The next few days were the same.
On day 2, I text him again.
Belle: Star threw her breakfast smoothie over Ghost this morning. I’m not sure why, but it ended up with them running off upstairs. I looked after Enzo. I think they are enjoying having me here so they can fuck whenever the mood strikes them. Which is a lot.
Belle: I miss you. I miss your cooking.
Day 3 was the same.
Belle: I thought of you earlier. It was an advert about Vikings.
Belle: I’ve never really been into reality TV, but this Real Housewives show is insane. I can feel my brain cells dying as I watch it, but I can’t stop. I’m starting to think I have problem.
Belle: Goodnight. x
Day 4.
Belle: I don’t know what to say, just that I hope you’re okay.
Belle: I asked Ghost if you are okay today. I was worried as you never replied. He said that you were fine. So, I guess the reason why you are not replying is because you don’t want to.
Day 5.
I hadn’t text Beast all day. I was feeling hurt and upset, even though I suppose we weren’t anything officially.
Deciding that I just want to eat crap food and watch sad movies, I walk over to the house. It’s after 10 and normally, Star and Ghost would have gone up for their early night by now. I walk into the kitchen and open the freezer, taking out the tub of ice cream. I walk over to the drawer when I hear Star and Ghost arguing. I walk closer to the door that leads to the living room and listen.
“So, let me get this straight. While she is over here waiting on bated breath for Beast, he’s at the club partying every night with the whores?!” Star snaps.
“Shh, keep it down, or you will wake Enzo,” Ghost hisses. “Just listen, it ain’t the right time for him and her. There is shit going on and reasons behind this. Beast is a grown man, and I ain’t about to medal in his fucking love life,” Ghost argues.
“So, you are just going to let him treat her like that? You are okay that this will break her heart?” Star counters.
He sighs. “There is more to it. So much more.”
Tears stream down my face. I sniff and angrily wipe them away. Placing the ice cream back, I run back to the summerhouse before Star and Ghost realise I’m there.
Belle: Was the whole claim me thing just something you said so other brothers wouldn’t ask me out? Was it so it made me feel secure? Made me think you wanted me? That I was more than one of your bunnies? You know what, fuck you. I’m not yours. I never was, and I never will be.
I hit send, and then switch my phone off, not that he will reply or even try to contact me, but it’s more to stop me from texting him anymore.
I lay there sobbing, feeling like a heartbroken teen who has been dumped by the high school jock. I look over at the clock, seeing that it’s nearly midnight. Deciding that I deserve answers, and if I can’t get answers, then I can get my revenge by fucking one of the brothers. Looking in the mirror, I sigh at seeing my blotchy red face. I quickly wash it with cold water and pile my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head. With my white little cherry pyjama shorts and matching tank top on, I decide to not bother changing. If I was going to give him a piece of my mind or fuck a brother, I’m sure no one will care on what outfit I was wearing.
I creep into the house and go to the draw near the front and pull out the keys to Ghost’s truck. I sneak out the front door, making sure it’s locked behind me. As quickly and as quietly as I can, I run down the steps and across the gravel drive to the truck. I jump in and start it up, and as I put it in reverse, I see Star stood in the front doorway, a smile on her face. She gives me the thumbs up and quickly closes the door.
I smile and reverse out of the drive before Ghost wakes.