Rising Summers (Pucking Unbelievable Book 1)

by Garnet Davenport

  “Nix.” Brooklyn hissed, scoldingly.

  “Just go.” I snapped.

  She left dejectedly after that. I felt terrible. I basically yelled at Brooklyn. It should have been Chloe. She was the one that deserved my harsh tone. I was pissed. I had just planned the most romantic, spectacular birthday night for Chloe and she fucking dumps me two days before. I pulled on a pair of workout pants and a hoodie. I grabbed the truck keys and took off for the day. As I left the driveway, I called John through Bluetooth.

  “Drayden?” John answered.

  “Yeah. You wanna work out? I…” I groaned, “Chloe broke up with me, and I could just use someone to either get me shit-drunk or work out until I can’t feel anymore.”

  “Fuck.” He hissed. There was a muffled sound that came from his end of the phone. “No, baby, don’t worry. He just needs a friend.”

  “Don’t let him get drunk,” Jane said, in the background.

  “I won’t. Love you.” John said to his wife.

  “Love you too.” She said.

  “All right man, I’m up,” John said.

  “I looked at the clock on my dash. Dammit man, you should have told me you were with your wife.”

  “It’s all good. Jane gets it. We’re here for you. Where am I meeting you?” John said, rustling in the background. He was probably putting on a shirt or something. It sounded like fabric rubbed over the phone.

  “Smith’s,” I said.

  “Okay, I’ll be there in twenty,” John said.

  “Okay,” I said, then hung up. I drove straight there. The twenty-four-hour gym was perfect for us. It was a place where there were a lot of professional athletes, so nobody really cared. Plus, their membership was actually a little expensive, but that was more due to the spa and sauna they offered. I parked and swiped my pass at the door granting me access. I moved through to the weight machines. I was ready to make my muscles burn. Within the next ten minutes, John walked through the doors and straight toward me.

  “You look like you could use this.” He said, holding up a bottle of Whiskey.

  “I thought Jane wasn’t going to let us drink.”

  “Yeah, but I knew what this was doing to ya. So, I brought re-enforcements.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You got it, man,” John said, eyeing me as I grabbed the Whiskey from his hand. “So… you wanna talk about it?”

  I turned my head slowly toward him with the bottle to my lips. When I was done drinking, I said, “Does it look like I want to talk about it?”

  “No, but I had to ask. Don’t ever say I wasn’t there for you.”

  I chuckled and took another deep swig from the bottle. I looked up at him from the weight bench with a scowl. Then, I took another swig. I was ready to drink my heartache away and make my body hurt so bad that it won’t remember her.

  ❤︎❤︎❤︎

  “NOBODY KNOWS THE TROUBLE I’VE SEEN…” I sang out loud. “NOBODY KNOWS MY SORROW…”

  “All right buddy, let’s get you into bed. You’ll have to sleep it off.” I heard John though the haze.

  “NOBODY KNOWS THE—”

  “What the H-E Double Hockey Sticks are going on out here?” Brooklyn is standing in the front doorway looking pissed as all hell. I didn’t care. Even looking at Brooklyn reminded me of Chloe. My Chloe. My Chloe who left me. Fucking Chloe. I wanted to fuck Chloe. I didn’t get the opportunity to fuck her one last time. Fuck the one last time—I wanted her the rest of my fucking pathetic life. She should be by my side. Especially with her birthday in one day. One fucking day. “Did you let him bathe in Whiskey?”

  “Nope, but he did drink almost an entire bottle of Whiskey by himself,” John said.

  Brooklyn crossed her arms over her chest and said, “so, you’ll be explaining why he’s not at practice in the morning?”

  John noticeably flinches. Pussy. “You deserve it.” My words slurred.

  “What did I do?” He questioned, faking being shocked.

  “You contributed to this sad mess.” My sister said, waving her hand up and down in front of me for emphasis.

  “Hey!” I said, but yep, that’s all I had. The mice running on the wheel in my head stopped and just looked at each other.

  “Good, come back,” Brooklyn said.

  “You know it’s your friend who put him like this,” John said to Brooklyn.

  “And it’s his friend who helped him end up like this,” Brooklyn said, her sass coming out in her words. My sister can be a real hothead. Most of the time she’s naïve and innocent, but when you give her something to argue about she’ll go off on you. I learned that early on. She would put me on blast whenever she didn’t get her way.

  “Can I just get by so I can get him into bed? Or would you like to carry him?” John replied.

  “Go on. Get Mr. Drunkie in bed.” I heard Brooklyn as she spoke from behind me.

  John supported most of my weight as I tried to walk unbalanced. The floor looked really good. John stopped, which made me stop. We both looked up the stairs and saw my mom in her silk robe standing at the top of the stairs.

  “Oh no. He can sleep right there on the sofa.” She pointed behind us. “John, please grab the wastebasket out of the half bath and set it next to him. He’s going to be feeling this one in the morning.” Mom said.

  “Yes, ma’am,” John said, sheepishly.

  “Pussy,” I mumbled.

  “Yup, and proud of it,” John said.

  I heard Brooklyn and Mom giggle. Smartasses. John dropped me on the sofa. I bounced just a bit making my stomach lurch. I groaned in discomfort, and turned onto my side, hugging myself. I closed my eyes and snuggled into the throw pillow. I felt a blanket being laid over me and opened my eyes to catch my mom as she kisses my temple. “She loves you. Don’t give up on her.” That was the last thing I heard before my body relaxed and I let sleep take me.

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  I woke sometime in the middle of the night, my stomach heaving. I wretched straight into the wastebasket set beside the sofa. Thank God, Mom had told John to grab the waste basket for me. I finally sat up—straight enough—with the wastebasket between my legs. As soon as my stomach settled enough for me to run to the bathroom so I could hug the toilet until the sun rose.

  “Nix?” I heard Brooklyn call out like a siren straight into my ears.

  “Mmm.” I groaned.

  The door widened as she took a step into the bathroom. My arm was wrapped around the backside of the toilet, and my cheek was lying on the seat. Not the cleanest place to lay my head, but I didn’t care. My stomached turned again. I got up on my knees and vomited pure Whiskey. Definitely wasn’t as good coming back up as it was going down. Then, I remembered why I needed the Whiskey in the first place. I groaned so loud that it made my head hurt. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the toilet seat.

  “I’m going to need you to get up, do whatever you need to do to get yourself back into fighting condition and make sure all your plans are set for tonight,” Brooklyn stated matter of fact.

  “Why?” I groaned.

  “Because. My best friend is your lobster.”

  I glared at her and said, “have you been watching Friends?”

  “Maybe. Phoebe’s my spirit animal.”

  “I don’t know what that means.”

  “Look, I finally got a hold of Chloe.” She paused, and I held my breath. “Her mom threatened your career.”

  I gasped and then turned my head into the toilet and finished vomiting my insides out. When I got a breath, Brooklyn’s explanation hit me right in my nuts. My career? My Chloe? I could lose them both. I felt sicker with that thought.

  “Her mom threatened her?”

  “Yes. She made sure Chloe understood if she ended it with you, her mom wouldn’t go to the police.”

  “Fuck.” I hissed.

  “I told you, she’s in love with you.”

  “Brooklyn…” I leave my sentence hanging.

&nbs
p; “I know. But I’ve got a plan.” She said, a genius smirk on her face.

  Chapter 35

  I Didn’t Pucking Fight For Him

  Chloe

  Brooklyn dialed my phone repeatedly until I finally picked up. “Hello?” I sniffled, trying to hold back the tears. I knew she was going to call me. I figured it wouldn’t take too long before she would want every detail. Nix might have waited a little bit before anyone noticed there was something up.

  “Oh my God, Chloe? What the heck happened?”

  Crying, I said, “I had to do it.” She would know what I was talking about.

  “But why?”

  I ignored the question. “How is he?”

  “Drunk. Why did you do it?”

  “Drunk?”

  “He went out drinking with John. He just got dropped off drunk off his ass. He’s sleeping it off on the sofa. Now, why?” Brooklyn demanded.

  I sighed, “My mom confronted me about Nix. She said she would destroy his career. His life would blow up.” I started to cry out the words in staccato.

  She gasped.

  I wanted her to say something. I couldn’t speak more than I had to. I was taking in ragged breaths, there was no way I could just fill the emptiness with useless words. I didn’t want to speak at all. I felt like I was dying. My heart was being ripped from my chest still beating.

  “Chloe…” Her soft whisper made the tears come faster.

  “B—” Her name caught in my throat.

  “I will make sure he knows how you feel. That it was for the best.”

  I nodded my head because I couldn’t get the words out. I knew she couldn’t see me nod, but somehow she just knew. It took almost a full minute before I could speak again. She gave me that time to gather myself.

  “B, I love him so much,” I said, my words weak in a whisper, too afraid to let my feelings out to even my best friend.

  “I know. He does too. You should have seen him tonight.”

  Her words were like a gut punch. I wanted to vomit. I couldn’t stand to look at myself for what I had done. She continued talking; however, my mind was set on Nix. His smile when he held me close. His sweetness when we were all by ourselves. And the alpha demands he has. A shiver went up my spine. I wanted to feel his comfort and know he was all right.

  “Chloe?” Brooklyn’s voice cut into my thoughts.

  “I want to come spend time with you for your birthday. Is your mother going to be mad if I come?” Brooklyn asked.

  “I don’t know. She hadn’t said anything about not talking to you ever again. I’d never be able to do that.”

  “Aww, I love you too.”

  I realized I gave Nix up without a fight. With that thought, my stomach turned. I leaned over and grabbed the wastebasket from beside my desk. I emptied my stomach straight into the wastebasket. I could hear Brooklyn on the phone, which had dropped into the floor, trying to soothe me.

  “Chloe, it will be all right.” Her voice soft and meant to soothe.

  “B—” I cried, “I didn’t fight for him.”

  “You couldn’t. We will figure this out. If it’s truly worth it—and I believe it is—you will find each other again. And when that happens, your mother will not be able to control your decision.”

  “Okay.” I whimpered.

  “I’m going to drive up in the morning, so I can say happy birthday to you in person. Maybe take you out for waffles.”

  “That sounds really good.”

  ❤︎❤︎❤︎

  I cried on and off throughout the rest of the day. I had skipped classes for the day. I had planned on it either way, but I needed it now. Besides, it was a Friday, and I didn’t think one day would hurt. I sent emails to all of my teachers letting them know I had woken up vomiting and felt I could have a stomach bug. It was only a partial lie.

  It was almost the end of the day. I could feel my nerves completely on edge. I was excited for my best friend to come see me. I was also nervous. I didn’t want her to get ahead of herself and bring Nix along with her. I didn’t know if she was going to tell him where she was going. I didn’t know how seeing him would affect me.

  That night I texted Brooklyn.

  Me: Are you still coming in the morning?

  Brooklyn: HELLS YES! I should be there about 7:30.

  Me: Why so early?

  Brooklyn: I want to spend as much time with you as I can.

  Me: Okay. Sounds good. See you in the morning.

  I put my phone on the charger for the night and laid down in bed. I needed to get some sleep. I was emotionally exhausted and needed the sleep. I’d been crying for two days straight. My eyes were swollen and red. I finally found sleep that night. The last night I would be considered a child.

  ❤︎❤︎❤︎

  The morning of my birthday I woke to a knocking. I opened my scratchy eyes and got out of bed slowly. When I got to my room's door, I opened it slowly to find Brooklyn standing in front of me with a large coffee in hand.

  “Oh my goodness!” She whisper-screeched and threw her arms around my neck to squeeze me tight. “Happy birthday you sexy bitch!” She jumped up and down with me in her arms, jiggling me around until she finally stopped, and pulled back. She kissed my cheek and hugged my neck tighter. “I missed you so much.”

  “I missed you too,” I said, but each word was scratchy, and it sounded like I was losing my voice.

  “Oh, you sound so bad. We should get you showered, dressed, and with waffles in your tummy. That should help you feel better.” Brooklyn said.

  I nodded and gathered my shower caddy and things. I was thrilled to see my best friend. I hadn’t expected her to have just forgotten about my break up with her brother. I was still hurting. I hadn’t wanted to end my relationship with him. I wanted to see if he would fall in love with me. If we could be happy for the rest of our lives and grow old together. I shed a few tears while I was in the shower. The last few I would let fall for today.

  When I got out of the shower, I decided to put a pair of pajama pants on and a t-shirt with a hoodie. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and pulled on my black Uggs. I didn’t give a single crap about how I looked today. Today nobody better say a dang word. I’d be liable to deck them.

  Brooklyn sat on my bed and watched me while I walked around my room putting all of my most comfortable clothes on. She just shook her head and then stood. “Are you ready?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.” I sighed.

  “Is there anything you’d want to bring with you?” She asked.

  I eyed her for a moment suspiciously. “Is there a reason why I need to bring anything?”

  “Nope.” She said, way too quickly.

  “Mmm,” I replied in an answer.

  We walked out of my room, and I locked the door. When we got to the parking lot, I saw my Honda sitting there. I was a little surprised that she made it the whole way here on my old Honda. I laughed. “You didn’t drive all that way with my old Civic.”

  “I did. She made it just fine. She may have a lot of miles on her, but she’s a Honda. Nothing is going to bring her down.” She said, and we laughed together. I really missed my best friend. I wondered how everything was going to be with her knowing Nix touched my body for the rest of our lives. How I would compare every guy to him for my entire life. I would never be able to forget him. No matter how hard I try.

  We stood just behind my Civic as she fumbled with the key fob, trying to unlock the car. I took it from her hand and stuck the key into the trunk she had been trying to open. “You have to use the key on the trunk. Did you need something out of here?” I asked.

  “I needed the duct tape.” She said I looked into the trunk. It all clicked at once. There was a pillow, comforter, flashlight, and a water bottle. I heard the duct tape and jerked around, but I was too late. She put a huge piece of duct tape over my mouth. I glared at her then went to take it off. That was when she grabbed my hands and latched handcuffs around my wrists. To be fair they were hot pink
fuzzy handcuffs, but she still handcuffed me. I shook my hands at her and called out from behind the duct tape. Then she pushed me backward. I fell into the trunk with an oomph. Then she quickly wrapped duct tape around my ankles and my legs into the trunk. “I’m sorry. But it has to be done. I promise it’s for your own good.” That was when she shut the truck, and I was left in darkness.

  Chapter 36

  The Pucking Fox

  Nix

  Brooklyn: The fox is in the hole.

  Holy fuck! She actually did it. My baby was on her way back to me. I checked my phone for the time. Doing some mental math, I made sure everything was going to be right on schedule. I texted her back.

  Me: Take care of my fox.

  Brooklyn: Roger that.

  I pulled my overnight game bag from my closet. I typically had socks and underwear still left in the duffle—clean, of course. I made sure I packed strategically, making sure everything was packed for tonight. I half-way expected Brooklyn wouldn’t get Chloe to come with her. I imagined them in that old Civic. It shouldn’t have made the trip. I had told Brooklyn I’d rent her a car to drive. I’d go as far as buying her something to drive if it wasn’t for the fact that she is literally the worst driver in this state. Which should say a lot. She’d been in four fender benders since she got her learners-permit. She has a hard time paying attention to the road when she’s got somebody else in the car. I honestly hope she let Chloe drive.

  I walked into Chloe’s old room to get her some clothes, which she had left here. I was bombarded by a memory of the time she had taken me in her mouth in her room. My cock hardened as I thought about how she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her small hands. She had inspected every inch of my cock. I was glad she was so distracted that she didn’t notice my own cheeks heat. I had been incredibly turned on. Not even an earthquake could have torn me away from Chloe.

  I pulled a few shirts and pants from the drawer of the dresser. Then, rummaged through the other drawers to find any panties or bras for her. There was only a couple hidden in the back of the bottom drawer. I wasn’t sure they would fit, but I was hoping it was the thought that counted. When I shuffled the clothes back around in the bottom drawer, a photo caught my attention. I did a double take when I had caught the sight of myself probably when I was about thirteen or fourteen. There I was sitting on a brick wall with Chloe sitting next to Brooklyn and me on the other side of her. They were smiling at the camera. Mom probably took the photo. But I wasn’t looking at the camera—I was looking at Chloe. The look in my eyes I hadn’t seen before. There was definitely something going through my head. I looked like I was in love. I reached to pick it up and then saw another photo from the same day. It was Chloe and some other boy. I didn’t know why Chloe kept it too, but then I saw me in the background, I was scowling at the little boy who was handing Chloe a flower. I looked like her protector. I looked like I wanted to rip that little boy apart.