When Love Hurts Read Online Free Page B
Author: Shaquanda Dalton
Tags: United States, Romance, Genre Fiction, Urban, Erotic Fiction, African American
a deep breath. My phone in the room also stops ringing. I don’t know if he’s going to show up here or if he doesn’t care about me anymore, but I’m not stepping one foot out of this place with that asshole on the loose.
I look up at the digital clock above the TV that reads 3:12 p.m. I still have a lot of time before Jaylen comes home with Angela at six. I let out a breath and sink into the couch. As soon as my body meets the soft fabric, all the day’s labor finally catches up to me, and I feel a lot more tired than I thought I was.
I sit up for two minutes, and then move to leaning on the armrest, and somehow, two hours later, I wake up lying out flat on the whole couch with the armrest as my pillow. I look at the time and realize I have about forty-five minutes before Jaylen comes back. I spring up but regret it after it makes my head spin and the soreness of my body wakes up. I start heading to my room, when I hear my stomach growling. I grab a soda, bag of chips, and put together a ham-and-cheese sandwich.
I’m throwing my trash away when I hear the key turn in the front door. Jaylen and Angela are home. I didn’t know I could move so fast, but I make it to the hallway just as I hear a female voice that couldn’t belong to anyone but Angela boom through the room. I walk quickly and quietly the rest of the way to my room, which is thankfully blocked off from the living room entrance. I slide the door closed behind me and blow out a breath.
I stroll over to the bed and glance at my phone. No text messages—only the two missed calls from Chris earlier. I send Jaylen a text telling him I am in my room and he can lock the door from the outside in case Angela gets snoopy, when I feel a familiar pressure in my lower abdomen telling me I have to go to the bathroom. Of course, I can’t go now with Angela laughing in the living room with her man, thinking the two of them are alone.
The phone doesn’t alert me to any new text messages, and I decide I can try to hold my bladder. What choice do I have? They’ll probably go to bed soon anyway. After ten minutes I can hear the sound of a comedy show playing in the living room and figure they are going to be there for a while. I can probably sneak to the bathroom without either of them knowing; they just have to stay in the living room.
I walk to my door and twist the knob. Thankfully it doesn’t creak. I peek out and see that the hallway’s clear. I step out and take long, soft steps like I’m Elmer Fudd hunting rabbits. The door to the bathroom squeaks, and I check over my shoulder to see if anybody is going to respond. I only see the armrest of the couch and their shadows from the glare of the TV. I walk into the bathroom and handle my business.
I lower the lid down and debate how much noise flushing the toilet would be, when I hear footsteps approaching the door. I think about jumping in the shower and pulling the curtain back to hide, but I can’t act fast enough. The knob turns and it’s too late.
Chapter 6
Jaylen comes in the bathroom and shuts the door. I let out a heavy sigh and smile. “Oh, Jay. You gave me a heart attack. Your phone must be dead or something.” My words are in hushed whispers.
He nods, then leans back against the door. “Yeah, I wanted to text you to see if you got my note, but yeah.” He’s smiling too.
I’m lost in his smile, when I remember he only has a certain amount of time in the bathroom before Angela will get suspicious. “You better go ahead and use the bathroom then,” I mutter, stepping aside.
“I don’t have to go. I just wanted an excuse to come check on you. When I saw you wasn’t in your room, I figured you’d be in here,” he says in a low voice.
“Oh.”
“Do you need anything?” he asks, turning around with one hand on the knob. When I shake my head, he nods. “Okay. You can wash your hands on full blast. She’ll think it’s me.”
I flush the toilet and wash my
I look up at the digital clock above the TV that reads 3:12 p.m. I still have a lot of time before Jaylen comes home with Angela at six. I let out a breath and sink into the couch. As soon as my body meets the soft fabric, all the day’s labor finally catches up to me, and I feel a lot more tired than I thought I was.
I sit up for two minutes, and then move to leaning on the armrest, and somehow, two hours later, I wake up lying out flat on the whole couch with the armrest as my pillow. I look at the time and realize I have about forty-five minutes before Jaylen comes back. I spring up but regret it after it makes my head spin and the soreness of my body wakes up. I start heading to my room, when I hear my stomach growling. I grab a soda, bag of chips, and put together a ham-and-cheese sandwich.
I’m throwing my trash away when I hear the key turn in the front door. Jaylen and Angela are home. I didn’t know I could move so fast, but I make it to the hallway just as I hear a female voice that couldn’t belong to anyone but Angela boom through the room. I walk quickly and quietly the rest of the way to my room, which is thankfully blocked off from the living room entrance. I slide the door closed behind me and blow out a breath.
I stroll over to the bed and glance at my phone. No text messages—only the two missed calls from Chris earlier. I send Jaylen a text telling him I am in my room and he can lock the door from the outside in case Angela gets snoopy, when I feel a familiar pressure in my lower abdomen telling me I have to go to the bathroom. Of course, I can’t go now with Angela laughing in the living room with her man, thinking the two of them are alone.
The phone doesn’t alert me to any new text messages, and I decide I can try to hold my bladder. What choice do I have? They’ll probably go to bed soon anyway. After ten minutes I can hear the sound of a comedy show playing in the living room and figure they are going to be there for a while. I can probably sneak to the bathroom without either of them knowing; they just have to stay in the living room.
I walk to my door and twist the knob. Thankfully it doesn’t creak. I peek out and see that the hallway’s clear. I step out and take long, soft steps like I’m Elmer Fudd hunting rabbits. The door to the bathroom squeaks, and I check over my shoulder to see if anybody is going to respond. I only see the armrest of the couch and their shadows from the glare of the TV. I walk into the bathroom and handle my business.
I lower the lid down and debate how much noise flushing the toilet would be, when I hear footsteps approaching the door. I think about jumping in the shower and pulling the curtain back to hide, but I can’t act fast enough. The knob turns and it’s too late.
Chapter 6
Jaylen comes in the bathroom and shuts the door. I let out a heavy sigh and smile. “Oh, Jay. You gave me a heart attack. Your phone must be dead or something.” My words are in hushed whispers.
He nods, then leans back against the door. “Yeah, I wanted to text you to see if you got my note, but yeah.” He’s smiling too.
I’m lost in his smile, when I remember he only has a certain amount of time in the bathroom before Angela will get suspicious. “You better go ahead and use the bathroom then,” I mutter, stepping aside.
“I don’t have to go. I just wanted an excuse to come check on you. When I saw you wasn’t in your room, I figured you’d be in here,” he says in a low voice.
“Oh.”
“Do you need anything?” he asks, turning around with one hand on the knob. When I shake my head, he nods. “Okay. You can wash your hands on full blast. She’ll think it’s me.”
I flush the toilet and wash my
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