Overtime

by Eden Rose

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  OVERTIME The Ultimate Betrayal

  Eden Rose

  Welcome to score’s sequel! Things are just starting to heat up and it’s only going to get even crazier.

  Copyright © 2016 by Eden Rose

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  *Prologue: Wyatt

  I remember waking up all sweaty from a night of tossing and turning why convincing myself to sleep through the hunger and light pouring through the dirty window. With a quick glance at the clock through the window of our studio apartment, that is illuminated at the liquor store across the street, I see that it’s two in the morning.

  Groaning, I roll back over and force my eyes to close so the lights can’t keep me awake. There’s no use.

  The crashing in the living room is what woke me up from my self inflicted sleep. I say that, because I’ve been forcing myself to sleep through the hunger pains for the past few years.

  “Who’s there?” I call through the short space.

  “Wywy?” My distraught sister says.

  I jump off of the blankets that are on the bed that I call my space, and race over to see why Ruth is coming home so late. By the time I get to her, I notice that she’s covered in bruises and she’s holding the side of her face. “What happened?” I demand.

  It’s normal for her to come to me since our mother is always working. I know that she’s trying to make enough money to get us into an apartment that is safer than this one that we are in. However, it’s hard on me trying to get some money on the side and go to school.

  Plus, I haven’t told anyone this, but I have been scouted by the NBA for playing ball on the courts outside of town. Apparently, this recruiter doesn’t like going to schools and likes those that play on the courts better. I don’t know if that makes me a better ball player or not, but I’m not going to tell him no.

  “Jose… I told him I was pregnant and he freaked out on me.”

  Her words stab me in the chest. “What the fuck do you mean that you are pregnant?” I demand and then regret the harsh tone of my voice when she begins to cry. “Like we aren’t strapped for cash now and you go and get pregnant?” I yell at her.

  I’m working my ass off trying to get her to graduate from high school and I’m trying to get drafted right now. I can’t afford to take care of her being pregnant.

  She bursts out in tears and then covers her face. I’m towering over her short frame and I’m trying to break it down for her that we can’t afford for her to get pregnant. “I didn’t mean to…”

  “What do you mean you didn’t mean to? Did you have sex knowing that this could happen?” I’m demanding these answers because quite frankly, I don’t understand how she could be so careless.

  She shakes her head and then turns it to the side to show me that she’s embarrassed. “I was raped. I’m so sorry! Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

  I place my hands on her shoulders and then begin to shake them. “What are you saying? Did Jose do this to you?”

  Ruth nods her head and then cries harder. “I’m going to kill him,” I state calmly. Before she could say anything to me, I have spun on my feet and go towards my drawer that holds my guns and spare cash.

  One of the problems with working in the field that I have been drafted into, I can’t draw attention to myself. I can’t allow the cops to catch wind as to what I’m into because that would implicate a lot of different people.

  “No! Wyatt! You can’t do that!” Ruth demanded.

  I shake my head and holster my gun in my waistband of my basketball shorts that cost me too much money. If I want to be taken seriously, I needed to buy some shorts that cost some money. I spent over a hundred dollars on these damn shorts.

  “It’s too late. He’s fucked with the wrong family. Make sure you lock this damn gate!” I say to her as I storm out of the apartment.

  I can hear her crying harder and harder as I have left her but I don’t want to hear it. She couldn’t have expected to tell me that she was raped and then got pregnant and then got the shit beat out of her by the same guy and not get some retaliation against that asshole.

  I stop by the apartment that is on the bottom floor of the complex that rivals an abandoned looking school. I scan the open doors and the curtains that are meant to be doors and I can’t see anyone lurking around. The problem with this area, there’s eyes everywhere.

  “What the fuck do you want?” Comes from inside the apartment.

  “Deke, it’s Wyatt. I need your help.”

  A grunt comes from inside the apartment and then the curtain opens a little. “What the fuck do you want?” He demands again. I can see his fucked up face; as there’s a scar over one of his eyes and then that side of his face, the left side, is scarred up.

  There’s only rumors as to what happened to his face and I’m not going to be the one that asks me what the fuck happened. “I need your help. Deke, it’s my sister.”

  Deke’s one of those people that gets things done. He knows how to make people disappear and I need his help with this.

  “You know what this means?” He asks me through the curtain.

  I know exactly what this means. I have just signed my soul to the devil.

  Not only did I just make a deal with the devil himself, that was also the last time that I had ever seen my mother. She was in Deke’s apartment shooting up.

  *Prologue: Keeley

  It’s been a week since Callie has died and my mother is beginning to panic. She’s pulled me from going to school and anything else that I might have been signed up to do. I don’t know what she thinks I’m going to do, but I’m pretty sure she’s worried that I will tell on her or something.

  She’s killed my sister and she’s been bragging about it on and off this week. One moment, she will be crying and then the next she will be laughing about it. The woman has gone crazy.

  “Keeley, you better not tell anyone what you think you fucking saw. If you do, you will end up like your sister.”

  I cry myself to sleep more often than not and I don’t know what else to do. Do I call the police? Do I run away? The thoughts of what my mother would do to me makes me nervous and scared.

  It’s Wednesday, and normally that is not a day that sticks out but today is something totally different. Normally that wouldn't be a day that would standout however today is the day that everything has changed. Today was the day the police came to ask my mother why Callie hasn't been in school.

  “Mrs. Standish, why hasn't Callie been in school yet?”

  I stood outside of the room listening to my mother as she made up excuses after excuses. “Oh she's been sick that's why she hasn't been in school.”

  “What about your other daughter? She hasn't been in school either?”

  I knew at this moment that this was the only time I had to protect myself and to make sure my mother wouldn't do what she did to my sister to me. I stepped out from behind the room and made sure that they knew everything that had happened.

  “Callie died,” I blubbered. I placed my face in my hands and cried harder.

  “What happened to your sister?” The officer asked. The two officers that stood in the room with my mom looked confused as to why I was telling them that my sister had died. “You know, it’s not good to make false accusations,” the woman officer said to me.

  I shook my head and then began to cry harder. “My mom killed my sister.”

  “Children, I’m telling you. Their
imaginations are so warped that they will believe anything,” my mother tries to explain.

  Again, I shake my head and then walk up to the female officer with the pretty red hair. “You came for us. You came to save us, didn’t you?” I ask her.

  The officer looks down at me and then squats so she is eye level with me. “What do you mean save you?” She seems genuinely concerned.

  “I need to show you something,” I say to her and stick my hand out for her to grab.

  Gingerly, she takes my hand and then I lead her to the closet that has become where Callie has been resting. She opens the door and then lets out a choked cry. “What happened?”

  I shake my head and then look towards the living room where my mom is standing with the officer. He has his hand placed on her shoulder as if that will help him control her. It won’t. I know it won’t.

  “No, please don’t make me tell you,” I demand.

  “You have to tell me or I can’t help you.”

  The officer jerks my mother back and she goes flying onto the couch. “What happened to your daughter?” He demands.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about. My daughter is playing at her friend’s house.”

  Knowing that she was only making excuses, he approaches the subject again. “No! Your daughter is dead and lying in a closet. I want to know right now what happened to your daughter.”

  “What daughter? You see my daughter standing right in front of you,” she tries to explain.

  I miss my dad. Too bad he took off because he couldn't handle my mother. But he left us, too.

  I have my hands holding my head as I cry harder. She’s always been a good liar. So good, that I wonder if she believes what she’s saying is true.

  “Ma’am, if you aren’t going to cooperate, we will have to take you to the station to ask you questions,” the male officer says.

  The female officer that is next to me places her hand on my shoulders and then says to me: “Don’t worry, sweetie. She won’t hurt you anymore.”

  *Wyatt

  The whole way home, I couldn’t get the look of Keeley’s face off of my mind. She looked tortured and haunted and it’s all my fault. I can’t stand to see her being touched by her husband. It’s literally making me feel sick thinking about him kissing her. Or worse.

  All last night, I thought about what they could be doing. Were they having sex? Did he put his mouth on her? Did she put her mouth on him? Was she thinking about me?

  What if they are having sex and she is thinking of me the whole time? And I’m not there to share her orgasm with her. I loved watching her face light up as she came from the pleasure.

  My mind kept replaying every touch and every time she looked at me with pleasure on her face. Every time she reached for me and all of the words that she said to me. All of them kept screaming in my mind as I tried to sleep.

  My hand reaches over to grab the keys off of my desk to go see Keeley but then I stop. In a moment of weakness I almost allowed my obsession with her to cloud everything. What the fuck am I going to do standing on her porch?

  Beg her to come home with me?

  Convince her that I’m the one that she should be with?

  Jesus Christ.

  It was then that I realized that I couldn’t do it to myself anymore. My mind and nerves are like a roller coaster and I don’t know how to stop it from whirling out of control. I just had to end things with her or tell her to come home with me. I could give her a life so much better than the one that she has with Jerry. I could make her so much happier, it’s not even funny.

  Staring at my house, I think about how yesterday, I had Keeley in there. And just for that one day, it felt good to have someone there for me. Even with Ruth and Luke here, I still get lonely and my bed's too big for just me.

  My nephew is in rare form by the time I get home. I know that he’s happy to see me but all I can think about is the look of panic on Keeley’s face as I left her at the office.

  Since she and her fucktard of a husband are lawyers, I sincerely doubt that I could get away with kidnapping her and holding her hostage. Instead of money, I would wait for the divorce papers and then allow her to be free.

  I know that if she knew what Jerry was up to that she wouldn’t be with him. That she would come to me and let me take care of her like I want to.

  Luke goes running past me and the force of his running makes the remote control drop onto the floor turning on the television. I can see that the news channel is still on from when I was watching it this morning and I hear a name that I didn’t expect to hear.

  Somehow, my feet carry me over to where the remote fell to the ground and I lean over to rewind the program a little so I can watch it from the beginning.

  Around five o’clock this evening, the most sought after sport attorney and wife of the most sought after defense attorney, had been rushed to the hospital. Onlookers claim that they saw Keeley Johnson, collapse on the front steps of her law firm. They claimed to have seen her fall to her knees and then fall. According to the onlookers, they saw her hit her head on the stairs causing her to go unconscious. First responders arrived minutes later and have rushed her to the hospital. Little has been said as to what her current condition is, but-

  “Luke, where’s your mom?” Something that Ruth and I had talked about last night was the fact that she needed to start being a parent and not expecting me to do everything. I’m tired of it. If she wants me to just be an uncle and her brother, that’s fine but she can’t expect me to also be the father. If that were the case, she would need to bow out and let me do it my way.

  He pouts and holds his hands out to me. “I go too. I go too.”

  Knowing that there is no other way to get out of here than to bring him, I pick him up and swing him so he’s on my back. “Hold on, little man. Hold onto my neck like I taught you.”

  I shut off the television and walk out of my door. I need to check on Keeley. I need to make sure that she is all right. There is a huge possibility that what happened to her is all my fault, but I do love her. And I want what’s best for her… I also want to make sure she’s okay. Once I know that, I will convince her that I’m the best choice for her.

  By the time I slide into my car and begin driving down the road, I pull out my phone and call in every favor that I have. I call the medical personnel that the team uses and have the main doctor call the hospital for me.

  So, when he calls me back, I about jump out of my skin. I have zoned out so much by thoughts of Keeley and feeling her soft lips on my own. Again.

  “What do you have for me?” I ask as a greeting.

  “You owe me big for this.”

  I shrug and then remember that the dumb ass doctor can’t see me doing that. “I’m pretty sure that the team pays you enough. What did you find out?”

  “That girl you are looking for is in the ICU. She was severely dehydrated and she had a panic attack. They said that her blood pressure was so high that she was on the verge of having a stroke. They are extremely worried due to how young she is.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut for just a moment as I push foot further on to the gas pedal. “Are they allowing anyone in her room?”

  “Unca Wywy. Slow down! I getting dizzy.”

  I look towards the back and see his little head shaking and nodding. “Sorry, buddy. We are just going to see Cupcakes.”

  “I love Cupcakes!”

  “I do, too.”

  I can hear the doctor groan and then grunt. “Thorne! This is not something you should be getting in the middle of. This is a real life couple and a real life woman. She’s not some model who didn’t eat her cube of cheese tonight!”

  I snap. I can’t help it but I do. “You don’t think I don’t fucking know this? I’m so in love with her that I left her at the office because I couldn’t stand to be in the same place with her knowing that she’s with her husband. Do you think that this is something that I don’t fucking realize? God damn! You people forg
et that I’m the one that pays your paycheck. Thank you, Dr. Moe. I will see you at practice next week.”

  Without saying another word, I hang up so I don’t say anything that I will later regret. It’s bad enough that I admitted that I loved her. Fuck!

  I hear a squeal in the back of my car and Luke is tsking me. “You said bad word. I telling.”

  “Luke, be quiet. Okay?”

  He huffs and then scowls.

  I swing my car into the prestigious hospital and then fly out of my car but grab Luke out of his carseat first. “Keys are in it! Park in the covered garage.” Before the attendant could say anything to me, I was running through the door and to the front-desk personnel. “Keeley Johnson. She was just brought in. Where is she?”

  “Are you her husband?”

  Something in the way she said it made me believe that she knew that I wasn’t her husband. I could lie and say that I am but that wouldn’t help my karma very much. “Look, we both know that I am not her husband but I need to see her. Is her husband already here?”

  The personnel lady shook her skinny and angular face from the left to the right and then began typing in her keyboard. She was an attractive lady but I didn’t have any feeling towards her. My mind and heart are 100% attached to Keeley.

  “She’s in room four-oh-nine. Take the stairs-”

  I’m already running towards the stairs before she finishes her statement and I yell: “Thank you!” over my shoulder. I take the stairs three at a time and for once am happy to be almost seven feet tall with Luke holding onto my neck.

  I reach the door that holds Keeley’s room and I open the door slightly. Her face is ashen and her beautiful hair is hugging her face. The plump and puffy lips are paler than normal but she still looks like a goddess.

  “Cupcake… oh, shit. What happened?” I whisper as I fall to my knees next to her side of the bed.

  My hands grip her lifeless hand and I wish that there were some life in her hand. I miss the way that she squeezes my hand as I hold hers. It’s almost as if she’s telling me that she loves me just through that motion.