The Enclave of Jyme (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by Phoenix Rayne

  We were almost home and I knew I couldn’t spend the rest of the day feeling like this with Elle.

  “You know I don’t mind helping you and the…Axle. I will help you no matter what. Axle didn’t ask to be here, and he didn’t ask for this fucked up situation he’s been dragged into. It’s not the kid’s fault, and every child should have a decent father. I will continue to pay whatever you need whenever you need it.”

  “Thank you. You’ve done so much for us and I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

  “You don’t owe me anything.”

  “I owe you everything.”

  We pulled up at the house and a handful of people helped us get everything out of the truck. I had the cake and Elle had Axle. We walked next door to Mom’s and the little house was full of people in white jackets and black pants. There were over a dozen silver trays full of uncooked food which they were prepping in the kitchen. We walked through and one of the white jacket people took the cake from me. We found everyone in the living room. Women were at Elle within seconds of seeing the car seat. I passed all the cackling women and headed for the backyard.

  Mom had everyone moving shit around all over the place. Brad, Patty’s boyfriend, fit right in with the rest of the family. He was pale white, but Mom had him working and busting like the rest of them. I was handed a round table to unfold and place under the tent. I worked like a dog for the next two hours. It was so hot out there that my balls were sweating.

  “Okay, guys. Everyone go shower and get dressed. See you all back here in an hour,” Mom yelled over all the noise.

  We all departed from the battlefield my mom called her backyard. I hoped in the shower and thought about what I was going to wear. I wanted to wear a t-shirt and shorts, but I knew Mom would not approve. Then I thought about it. Patty would pass out if I wore one of those rhinestone outfits she got me. I laughed as I stepped out the shower, imagining Patty’s face when she saw me. There was someone standing there in the bathroom. I looked her straight in the eyes. Elle handed me a towel and I took it and wrapped it around my waist.

  “Don’t hide him because of me,” she said.

  I turned from her and stood in front of the sink. She watched me shave and put on deodorant. I was brushing my teeth when she pressed up against me.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I growled at her.

  “Nothing you don’t want me to do,” she teased.

  “Stop it,” I snapped.

  “Why? You’re not fucking anybody. All you do is work and come home; day in and day out. Come home to me. I’ll be here waiting for you every day. I’ll cook and clean every single day for you,” she said with her breasts on my back. She kissed and licked my bare back; loosening the towel from my waist. It dropped to the floor and she reached around to grip the beast. I turned around then and pushed my body up against Elle’s. Her breathing was rapid and her mouth was open.

  “Are you horny? You need me to help you rub one out?” I asked. She didn’t say anything. She just breathed hard and watched me. “I could always get you off. You want to cum for me? Is that it?” I asked her. I slid a hand down under her dress and went straight for her puss. She was steaming hot down there; like a fire had just been lit. I played with her clit with my middle finger and her head fell back on the wall. She made throaty whimpers. “Where’s your baby?” I asked at her ear.

  “Next door,” she rushed out in a breath.

  “Are you going to cum for me?” I asked.

  “As much as you want.”

  “Oh, really?”

  Elle whimpered again and I went a little deeper with my middle finger; she started making a guttural noise.

  “Damn, you’re almost there.”

  She nodded quickly, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to hold it as long as she could.

  “It feels so good. You always make me feel so good,” she whimpered.

  “When you cum, I want you to be so loud that everyone can hear you next door. I want everyone over there to know I made you cum.”

  Elle whimpered my name and dropped her head on my shoulder.

  “No, I want to watch you cum. Let me see your face.”

  “No,” she said, her head down on my shoulder. I used my free hand and yanked her head back to the wall.

  “Oh my God, I’m about to cum.”

  “Are you going to be loud?”

  “Yes.”

  “How loud?” I asked, speeding up the tempo of the finger going in and out of her.

  “Loud enough.”

  “Enough for what?”

  Elle placed both of her hands in my hair then. She tugged hard as she climaxed in my hands.

  “Scream!” I growled at her, and I went faster and faster in and out of her. Elle screamed and tugged hard at my hair. When she finally settled down, I pulled my finger out of her. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

  “Touch my dick and see how hard I am.”

  She opened her eyes and gripped my dick. Elle looked confused and looked down at him. The beast was still sleeping. He never woke during Elle’s show.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “He doesn’t want you anymore. He didn’t move a muscle with you this time and he never will. This was the last time I will ever touch you. Now get the fuck out of here and go take care of your baby,” I told her in a cold whisper.

  Elle’s eyes watered and she ran out of the bathroom crying. I couldn’t believe she would show up here thinking I wanted her and that tainted pussy. She let him cum inside of her. I would never get that image out of my head. And this manipulation between her and my mother would stop today. I turned back to the sink and scrubbed my hands clean of Elle and her pussy.

  *****

  I wore one of Patty’s pickings – a white shirt and dark blue jeans. I also wore leather sandals hoping Mom wouldn’t insist on me changing shoes. When I got back to Mom’s house, everyone was staring at me and Elle was nowhere in sight. Sheen and Kanoke walked over to me; both of them holding beers.

  “So what happened over there?” Kanoke asked.

  “Why? What did she say?”

  “She ran over here screaming and crying that you were a monster,” Sheen told me. I looked around at everyone and most of them were still staring at me.

  “I didn’t hurt her,” I spit out.

  “We know that, but she made it seem like you did. A couple of elders took her into the house to check her just to make sure,” Sheen said.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? They think I raped her?”

  “She wouldn’t say anything but that you were a monster. No one knew what that really meant,” Kanoke spoke then.

  The elders came out, and Elle was behind them holding Axle. I started to go over there and cuss Elle the fuck out, but Sheen grabbed my arm and tugged me back hard.

  “Don’t do this man. She’s already got all of them on her side. You getting mad will just make it worse,” Sheen warned.

  “I’m going home. I’m not dealing with this shit.”

  I started back across the lawn when one of the elder women called out to me. “Lil Samson…if you would?”

  I turned around and faced the small group of elders.

  “There were some concerns, but now the threat has been explained. The young lady was merely speaking of a broken heart. There has been no attack to her physically whatsoever. As you all know, this young man has stepped in and assisted this young woman with everything she needed for her and her infant son. Many have opinions about why he does what he does, but that is neither mine, nor our, business. Lil Samson has been a true pillar to this community. He’s one of the few who actually makes a living doing our culture’s many talents. This man has been donating money to all of the community’s causes since he was a young one. We have to respect, and we have to remember, what he does for us daily. He is a good man and he has been scrutinized his whole entire life; but he still stays when many of us would have left. Now this should have been said years ago, and I know I
’m extremely late, but from this day forth, I want to hear nothing but sweet words coming out everyone’s mouth about this man. He’s a son to us all and we damn well should treat him as such.”

  The elder woman walked over to me and she reached up for me to hug her. I did as she requested, and she placed her small hands on the sides of my face.

  “I love you dearly, Lil Samson; and thank you for everything you do for us.”

  Tears welled up in my eyes and I turned away from her, walking back toward my house.

  “Give him a minute, young brothers,” she called out to whoever was trying to follow me. When I walked through the door, I slammed and locked it behind me. I hated to cry; especially in front of people. I went into my bedroom and sat on the bed. I thought about all the kind words the elder had spoken about me, but something really did stick in my head. Why was I still here? I don’t have to be here. Patty lived in Port Angeles. I didn’t have or want Elle anymore. Mom had Dad, and I had no one. I sat in the dark and thought about my life and my purpose for a long time before there was a knock at the door. Mom stood there with a concerned look.

  “She’s about ten minutes away.”

  “Alright,” I said. She just stood there in the doorway waiting for me. I turned and got Patty’s gift off the coffee table and walked out the door. Mom and I walked side by side to her backyard. No one said a word, and the DJ was getting the music together. Kanoke and Loon came and stood by me.

  “Hey, man,” Loon said.

  “Hey.”

  “Shit day?”

  “Yep.”

  I noticed Sheen was over by his very pregnant wife. She looked just as miserable as he did. Sheen was staring at a girl across the yard. There were three girls sitting at one of the round tables. I knew one of the girls was local, but the other two I wasn’t so sure about. He seemed to be staring at the girl in the middle.

  “Who’s the girl Sheen’s bush stalking?” I asked. Sheen’s expression did look like a creeper in the bushes.

  “Oh that’s Ayashe,” Loon said.

  “Ayashe? Why does that name sound familiar?”

  “Ponder was her grandfather,” Loon told me. I remembered him. Ponder was one of the best fisherman on the reservation. He had a small restaurant over by the beach until the place caught on fire with him and his wife in it. They lived over the restaurant in a three-bedroom apartment. It happened almost twelve years ago. There was a grease fire and they were sound asleep. I remember Ayashe was supposed to be there, but she snuck out that night. Everyone was looking for her for hours.

  “Remember that night of the restaurant fire? Remember she was out with Sheen.” Everything hit me then. Ayashe was the girl Sheen could never get over. He’s been chasing her for years now, and his wife knew it. I didn’t know Ayashe well; her parents didn’t stay on the Res. They moved when she was child, but she used to come and visit her grandparents a lot until the fire.

  Someone started shushing and hushing everyone. The lights went out and everything was dark. The lights from inside the house were the only thing we could see. Everyone had parked at the community center and walked over to the house. Mom wanted it to be a huge surprise. We could hear a car pull up and a door shut. Patty was singing a song on her way to the door. She was about eight octaves higher than she should have been and that made me laugh. Someone shushed me and I held my breath. A minute or two passed, and then the back door opened and all the lights in the backyard came on. Patty stood there with wide eyes when everyone yelled, “Surprise!”

  Patty was shocked and started crying immediately. I walked up to her and she clung to me; shaking and blubbering.

  “If you get snot on my brand new shirt my little sister bought me, she’s going to kick your ass,” I teased. She pulled back from me then and looked me over.

  “You look so nice,” she choked out.

  I picked her up and started tickling her until she stopped crying. Everyone gave her birthday hugs, and the DJ started the music up.

  About an hour into the party, Mom announced it was time for Patty to open her presents. There was a table full of gifts, and I knew we’d be here a while. Patty was everybody’s best friend on the Res. Everyone loved her and spoiled her almost as much as I did. I made sure my present was last, so I sat in the back of the tent watching her. She waved for me to come over with her a few times, but I shook my head. She kept looking at me and then at Mom, but neither one of us said a word about the unfortunate events earlier.

  Patty was down to her last two gifts so I picked my gift up off the table. She was on her last gift now and I recognized the bag. It was the gift Elle had with her when she was in the truck. Patty pulled the box out -- a hot pink speaker mount for her phone. Patty loved music and she was always singing even if she couldn’t hold a tune.

  “Oh, my gosh, I love it, I love it!” she looked at the tag and placed the speaker back in the bag and turned around. Patty had thanked each and every person when she opened their gifts, but she didn’t do this with Elle. She didn’t even acknowledge her and that made me proud. I looked over at Elle and she looked crushed.

  “Who was that one from?” someone in the crowd asked.

  “Wait, there’s one more,” I said a little too loudly, trying to get everyone’s attention off the last gift. I handed Patty a black and brown box. She looked at me as I sat down next to her. Mom and Dad moved in closer too. She pulled the black top off the box and looked inside. She pulled out a set of keys and then the papers.

  “I told you I didn’t need a new car,” she scolded me.

  “I know that. That’s why I didn’t get you one.”

  “Well then, what’s this?” she held the keys up.

  “If you would read.”

  She rolled her eyes at me and then looked at the paperwork.

  “P.S.?” she asked.

  “Yeah, they say it’s some new swanky boutique in downtown Port Angeles,” I said.

  Patty’s hand flew to her mouth and she rifled through the papers and then she saw the five photos on the box. Two were before the renovations, one during the renovations, and two were after. I had purchased Patty a boutique of her very own -- P.S. for Patty Samson.

  About thirty minutes into Patty completely soaking my shirt with her tears, the caterers brought the cake out. I was getting Patty’s first slice of the cake when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and was about to check it when Patty said she wanted strawberry ice-cream. The caterers had big carton tubs of ice cream on the opposite side of the cake. I sat my phone down next to Patty and went to get her ice cream. I was on my way back with her strawberry and my chocolate when I heard the chuckles.

  “Man, you haven’t had enough of that chocolate have you?” Sheen said while Loon and Kanoke laughed. I shook my head at the three of them and then I heard the screaming.

  “You fucking bitch…what did you do to him this time?” Patty screamed at Elle’s table. Patty stood and ran over to Elle, knocking the table over. Elle gave the baby to her mother and then she stood in front of Patty. Everyone that was sitting at Elle’s table had moved far away from the two women. The DJ stopped the music and now everyone’s attention was on the two of them. I dropped both bowls of ice cream and ran over to Patty.

  “You’re trying to blackmail him; you fucking bitch? He doesn’t want your skank ass. You’re nothing to him. Stop trying to bring my brother down with you!” Patty screamed. I stood behind Patty knowing that if she wanted to fight Elle there was nothing I could do but let her.

  “What happened?” I asked.

  “She said if you don’t take her back that she would tell everyone you raped her and that she could make it look real,” Patty said while she kept her eyes on Elle. Elle looked around the backyard with embarrassment.

  “I didn’t say that!” Elle yelled. Patty slapped Elle in the face and then punched her in the throat. I wrapped my arms around Patty and drug her away from the scene. Elle was on the ground choking.

  “And tha
t’s for lying, bitch!” Patty yelled while I pulled her into the house. I’d never been more proud of my little sister than right at that very moment.

  Chapter 5

  I woke up early the next morning and knew I only needed to take a few things with me on this journey. My new truck would be here in less than an hour and I had to get a few things straight here on the Res. I thought long and hard about what the elder said last night. I didn’t have to be here and I wasn’t going to be any longer. I was taking a month off from work; Loon and Sheen would handle the business for me. I was starting a new life in the city and I was going to find the real me. I’d been supporting my family since I was in middle school. My dad had always been a drunk. I never understood why my mother stayed with him. She’d told me over and over that love makes you do strange things. My Grand told me that my father has demons he hasn’t conquered yet.

  My father didn’t talk about his childhood a lot; but from what Patty and I gathered, this was a pattern and it would stop with him. My grandfather, my great, my great great, and my great great great grandfather were all alcoholics, according to Grand. She said the Samson men had been like this for years. I refused to be like him; he’s never consciously there. I remembered that when I was young, my father used to sit me on his shoulders and we went fishing all the time, until one day it just stopped.

  I called Loon and told him I was taking the month off.

  “Man…what?”

  “I’m taking the month off. You got everything?”

  “I mean…yeah, but is everything good with you?

  “Yeah, I just need some time to sort this shit out.”

  “All of this is because of last night and yesterday?”

  “Some, but not all.”

  “What are you going to do?” he asked.

  “I’m just going to drive to the city and…you know…I don’t know.”

  “Start over?”

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “I understand.”

  And I knew Loon would. He left a long time ago and had no desire to come back; but I didn’t want Loon’s life. I’m proud of my roots and I would never try to hide that. But I had to find my own; be my own man.