Chapter Twenty One #2
“Oh, there was another reason that I called you too,” Nicey voice continued. “I just had to tell you how handsome you looked on television with your sister”
“ I hoped you got what you wanted from dating me. Goodbye Spencer Davis…Oh I’m sorry…Goodbye and don’t bother calling me Spencer Davis Carlton.” The phone slammed down with a loud click.
Sheer black fear swept through him as Nicey’s message sunk into his mind.
“No…no…no…” Spencer shouted inside his empty bedroom.
He wasn’t going to let Nicey dump him over the damn telephone.
What in the hell was he thinking by going to that awards show in the first place with Cindy.
Snatching up the phone he punched in Nicey’s number and got a busy signal.
“I know she isn’t on that damn phone,” he shouted tossing his cordless phone down on the charger.
“Fuck! She saw me with Cindy and now she believes all those lies. Why didn’t I come clean with her weeks ago?
” Picking the phone up again he dialed Nicey’s number again and got the same results-a buzzing signal.
Spencer listened to the message one last time trying to make sure he understood what Nicey just told him.
She gave him a Dear John letter on his answering machine.
What in the hell was that? Didn’t she know that he wasn’t going to let her get away from him so easily?
They connected that night at his house and he wasn’t about to let her toss their bond to the side.
But he had to deal with something that should have been taken care of years ago, but he didn’t have the heart to do it, but now he did.
Spinning around on his heel Spencer left his house for his destination, he prayed that he wouldn’t be as bad as he thought it would.
Yet, in the back of his mind he knew it was going to the worst.
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Cars lined the street as he drove around a couple of times trying to find a parking spot spotting one at the front of the house, Spencer got out of his car and pushed the automatic lock button on his keychain.
Sliding the keys into his pocket he made his way up the door and knocked hoping it could be heard over the music.
He wanted to stay calm and not lose his cool, but he might be that away after the conversation was over.
Spencer pounded on the door a couple more time before he was finally flung open.
His eyes raked over the disheveled figure and shook his head at the drink glass in their hand.
“Tell Cindy I’m here and I need to speak to her. ”
“She’s inside getting a drink.” Dexter informed him then took a long gulp of his drink.
The stench of cigarettes and liquor burned his nose and Spencer fought not to take a step back from his sister’s boyfriend. “I need to see her now. Go and get her,” his hissed through clenched teeth.
“Didn’t I tell you that I can’t,” his voice slurred as Dexter leaned against the door to keep from falling over.
“Why don’t you come in and have a drink.
You need to loosen up a little. Every time I see you I get the impression that there’s something stuck up your ass. Or you think you’re better than me.”
Taking a step closer he stared down at the shorter man, “Don’t play with me! Go and find my sister. I don’t want to come in there. All I want to do is talk to her.” Spencer shouted above the music trying to draw Cindy’s attention.
He got his wish because two seconds later Cindy’s appeared by Dexter’s side. “Hey Spencer, did you come to help me celebrate my award?” She asked swaying a little before she grabbed Dexter’s arm.
Spencer wanted to hate his sister and for years he had been jealous of her but now after seeing what true love was about, he pitied her. Cindy had a co-dependent relationship with Dexter and until she realized that she ever able to function on her own.
“Tell your money sucker to go back to the party. I need to speak with you alone,” he stated eyeing Dexter.
“You can’t talk to me like you, you bastard.” Dexter hissed lunging for him.
Cindy jumped in front of Dexter before he had a chance to react. “Baby, ignore my brother and go back to the party. I think my manager was looking for you anyway. I was coming to tell you that when I spotted you at the door.” “Do you think he has a role for me on your show?”
His sister glanced at him and then back at Dexter, “I don’t know. Why don’t you find him and see what he wants?”
Dexter’s eyes squinted at him like he wanted to continue their argument but the hint of getting his five minutes of fame made Dexter leave him at the door with Cindy. He wondered did his sister notice that Dexter didn’t even try to tell her thank you before she left.
“Why are you always picking on him?” Cindy demanded pushing him out the front door slamming it behind her.
Spencer wasn’t going to waste his time talking about Dexter when he came here for other things. “I don’t give a damn about the way you think I treat your boyfriend. I’m here for another reason and you’re going to listen to me.”