Pieces Of Heaven: Pieces Of Heaven (Heaven & Hell Book 2)

by Natasha Madison

  Last night I sat on the couch with Lori. After she woke up whining, I carried her downstairs to the couch, giving her warm water with honey. I watched her roll into a ball from the pains in her stomach.

  “How long does this shit last?” she asks between cramps.

  I shake my head because I have no idea. I couldn’t even begin to tell her. “I haven’t a clue, but I think it gets easier every day. At least that is what I hope,” I tell her while I go wet a cloth to put it on her head.

  “You love her, don’t you?”

  Her question doesn’t catch me off guard. You would be blind to not see the signs. I’m sitting here at three a.m. making warm water with honey and chatting with a sixteen-year-old while she detoxes so her mother can sleep.

  “With everything I have,” I tell her while taking a sip of the warm coffee that is in my hand.

  “She never had anyone put her first. Ever. From as long as I can remember she was the rock. She...” She closes her eyes, her body shaking.

  I wait for the tremors to pass. “Yup, it gets better.” She laughs out.

  “Told you,” I say with a smile.

  “She deserves happiness. She deserves to be spoiled. She deserves to be put up on a pedestal because no one has done that for her. My father used to come and go, just bringing more drama and shit to our door.” She shakes her head. “I hope he never finds us. I hope he doesn’t come here,” she says while she closes her eyes, breathing deeply.

  I wait for a couple of minutes to pass before walking over to the couch and putting a cover over her. She doesn’t stir. I make my way upstairs. I’ve never slept in the bed with her since I’ve been here. I usually sleep on the couch, but I have to hold her. I have to feel her.

  Walking into the room, I see her curled up with her face looking at the door. The softness of her breathing lets me know she is out for the count. I crawl into bed next to her on top of the covers in case Lori comes upstairs.

  Gathering her in my arms and molding my body to hers, I breathe her in. Strawberries. I kiss her neck softly, trying not to wake her. Obviously not soft enough since she stirs and opens her eyes.

  “Mick?” she asks, confused.

  “It better only be me who crawls into bed with you,” I tell her.

  She grinds her ass into my cock, which wakes up, thinking it’s playtime. I groan out.

  “Yup, definitely, Mick,” she says with a laugh. “Where is Lori?”

  “On the couch.”

  She immediately goes to get up, but my arm around her waist holds her down.

  “She’s sleeping, babe. Leave her be. If she calls out, I’ll hear her.”

  “Okay, Mick,” she says, laying her head on the pillow. “I love you.” Two seconds later, her soft snores fill the room.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper to her and fall into slumber right next to her with a peace that has seeped into my body.

  I don’t even feel her get out of bed, nor do I hear them downstairs making breakfast and chatting away. I wake only when I feel her crawl onto the bed to give me kisses on my face.

  “Baby, Jackson is on the phone.”

  I open my eyes and look at her. The sunlight from outside fills the room right behind her, making her brown hair shine, making her look like an angel. I drag her down to me, kissing her lips.

  She pushes off me. “Jackson is on the phone.” She laughs, handing me my cell and then walking out of the room, shaking her ass all the way there.

  Thoughts of turning her pink run through my mind. My morning hard-on gets even harder.

  “Yeah,” is the only thing I say while one hand rubs up and down my face.

  “Is sleeping beauty ever coming back into work?” he asks jokingly.

  I haven’t been in since I found Lori. I know I have to go in and write my report. They say you should finish your report in less than twenty-four hours so the memories are still fresh. Well, almost two weeks later, I still can’t get the memories out of my head.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming in today. What time is it?” I ask, unaware of how long I slept.

  “Almost noon.”

  I sit up, throwing the cover that Marissa must’ve put on me when she got up. “I’m going to shower and then head in.” I walk over to my bag that sits on top of the dresser, grabbing a change of clothes before making my way into the en suite bathroom.

  I disconnect the phone, throwing it on the bed from the doorway. Once inside, I close the door but don’t lock it. I open the water, testing to make sure it’s warm enough. Peeling down my boxers, I kick them off with my feet. My cock is still hard as fuck.

  I make my way inside the shower, the warm water cascading around me. I place my hands on the wall under the stream of water, letting the water fall on my neck and flow down. I close my eyes, making the heat of the water seep into me.

  I’m in there for maybe a couple of minutes when I feel a draft come in. Standing up, I see Marissa naked getting in the shower. I take her in. She has lost weight if that is even possible. Her body was always tight but with no fat on her. Her tits are still the same size, her pussy bald with a pink diamond sticking out. “Where is Lori?”

  “Downstairs with Bella and Lilah, who came by to visit,” she says while she advances to me. “I needed to take a shower.” She grabs a hold of my cock, my head thrown back.

  She jerks it twice, twisting when she gets to the top. She gets on her tippy toes, and I bend my neck, meeting her lips halfway. My mouth opens instantly as does hers, our tongues rushing to find each other. My hands reach out to palm her breasts, squeezing them hard. I use my thumb and forefinger to roll her nipples. Her moan is lost in my mouth. Her hand is still working my cock, but her thumb flicks the ball at the top every time her fist comes up.

  I take one hand and move it down to her pussy. My finger runs down her slit, finding it wet from the water yet sticking with her juices. Moving my mouth from hers, I make my way to her earlobe, where I suck it at the same time, and I slam a finger inside her hot, wet pussy. She lifts one foot, placing it on the ledge of the bathtub to give me better access. Her moans echo into the room.

  “Baby, sshhh.” I look at her eyes, half-mast and lazy, almost staying closed while I finger fuck her with one finger then adding in another. Her fist never gives it up, matching the pace of my finger fucking her.

  I move down to kiss her neck, sucking it and biting while I assault her pussy, her juices running down my hand. I use my thumb to press her piercing down, rubbing it up and down while pressing down. The minute I do that her pussy starts to throb. She bites down on her lips while she gets up and down on her tippy toes while she meets the thrust with her pussy. I watch her come apart on my hand, and it’s almost too much. “I’m going to come,” I whisper, and in two seconds, she is down on her knees, taking my cock to the back of her throat. She flips my piercing with her tongue twice and then puts it between her teeth, pulling up, the sensation shooting straight to my balls. It’s the last straw before I grab her head. “Fuck,” is all I say, and she swallows me in her mouth, sucking everything I have to offer her.

  I stop thrusting my hips, but she doesn’t stop working my cock with her mouth till I go a little soft. “That was...” I grab her face, kissing her lips. “That was so fucking hot.”

  Her nipples graze my chest. I moan out, but she pushes me away. “We really need to hurry up before they actually think we are having sex up here,” she says, pushing me out of the way so she can get some warm water on her, but the water has turned cold, so she turns the knob to hotter, the water turning a touch warmer.

  I watch her take a quick shower, soaping up her body. She must see I’m one second away before having breakfast in the shower when she points at me.

  “You have to go to work. I have to go to the doctor with Lori.” And she rushes out of the shower before I pounce.

  Soap suds are still on her body while she dries herself off. She sticks her head out of the bathroom door, looking to see if the coast is clear bef
ore rushing to get dressed.

  I follow her out a couple of minutes later, dressing in the bathroom in case Lori comes upstairs.

  When I get back into the bedroom, I notice that she has made the bed, folded my clothes, and left them by the bag, not in the bag but next.

  I don’t have time to think about it before my phone starts ringing again. This time I miss the call from Chris. I don’t call him back since he sends a text asking me to pick up lunch on my way in.

  I put the phone in my back pocket and make my way downstairs where I spend five minutes listening to giggles before kissing all the girls on the cheek and heading out the door on my way to work with a smile plastered on my face.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Marissa

  Washing the dishes in the sink, I look out into the yard. I have a yard. Bella and Lori are sitting at the table talking about school options, while Lilah sits in the living room playing with her dolls.

  “What time is this group therapy at?” Lori asks, taking a bite of the cookies that Lilah baked for her.

  We sat down yesterday and decided that rehab would be out of the question. She doesn’t want to be away from me. Although it would kill me to be apart from her after everything, I would do it if she wanted to.

  After attending a session with a therapist after we got out of the hospital, we were sold on the idea of group therapy mostly for teens. So today is our first day. I’m lucky that Phyllis is giving me the rest of the week off and didn’t fire me, so I have a couple more days before I have to go back to work.

  We also have to decide if Lori will go back to the school she went to. We aren’t in the same school district, so she has to decide if she wants to switch or do the commute.

  “Three o’clock,” I tell her, wiping my hand on a dishtowel, walking over to the table, and sitting down. “Are you nervous?”

  She looks down at the cookie in front of her, nodding. “What if they look at me and judge me?”

  Bella reaches out to grab her hand. “Then fuck them.”

  I gasp out loud while Lori smiles.

  “I don’t think anyone sitting in a group therapy session should be judging anyone. You all ended up there. You just took different roads to get there.”

  Lori nods and goes upstairs to get ready.

  “Thank you.” I manage a smile.

  She waves her hand my way. “Thank you? Please. I owe you two more than I care to think about. If I hadn’t been a coward and turned Adam in a long time ago, none of this would have happened. That’s on me.” She clamps her hands together. “Okay, Lilah, time to rock and roll,” she says while Lilah starts to gather her dolls in her arms, bringing them over.

  “Rok and roll, Momma,” she says with a smile.

  I walk her to the door, waving at her once she gets in the car and drives off. I return into the house, watching Lori come down the stairs. She is dressed all in black. It’s something I haven’t mentioned to her, but since she got back, the only colorful things she has worn have been the pjs Bella bought her. “You look so pretty,” I tell her, hugging her. She has long since passed me in height.

  “You, too, short stuff.” A nickname she used to call me before all this happened.

  “I can still ground you.” Was always what I would come back with.

  I walk around, making sure the doors are all locked before we leave. While we are in the car, she takes her ear buds and puts them in her ears, closing herself off. I turn up the radio, hoping to settle the butterflies in my stomach.

  I look over at Lori and her hands are going a mile a minute with her texting. I tap her leg. “Who are you texting?”

  “Mick.” She doesn’t look up, just continues typing away. Once she sends the message she looks over at me. “He wanted to wish me luck and tell me that this doesn’t define who I am.” She shrugs her shoulders and looks out of the window. “He never once looked at me like I was dirty,” she says while quickly wiping away a tear that has fallen out of her eye.

  “That’s because you aren’t dirty. Did you ever ask those men to do that stuff to you?” I ask her, but she just shakes her head. “Then you’re not dirty, and even if you did ask all those men to do that it doesn’t make you dirty.”

  I don’t continue talking because we have reached our destination. From the outside, you would never tell what it is. There is a Starbucks two doors down, a Subway next door to it. On the door is just the name “Footprints in the Sand.”

  We both get out of the car and stand here watching. Lori reaches out for my hand and that is how we enter, hand in hand.

  Once we make it inside, it looks just like a medical office. There is a receptionist at the front to take our name and usher us to one of the rooms in the back. Each room has the same thing.

  There are chairs set in a circle, and there are poems surrounding the walls. I hear Lori read one.

  “Peach is said to be offered on the wings of a dove. Prayers can bring peace along with hope, faith, and love.” She traces the writing with her fingers. “Mom, can we put this saying up in my room?”

  I nod, afraid to talk and she hears my voice ready to crack. We aren’t alone for long. Slowly people trickle in. Two girls I think to be Lori’s age come in. Both go to sit down next to each other. Next a boy walks in. He’s about six feet, his sandy blond hair long and flipped to the side. His blue eyes are almost crystal blue like the picture of the ocean from Bora Bora. He spots us and raises his hand to say hi then proceeds to go sit next to the girls who came in before. They both exchange pleasantries, and a couple more kids come in, filling in the empty seats.

  “I think we should get a seat before they are all taken.”

  Right before we go to the chairs a man comes in. He looks to be about forty, dressed in khakis, his hair cut in a preppy way. His glasses sit on his nose. He sees us and makes his way over to us.

  He smiles at us before introducing himself. “Hi there, my name is Daniel. I run this session. You must be Lori and you must be Marissa.” He reaches out his hand to both of us. He looks around at the room. There are about twenty people now that have sat down. “I know it’s overwhelming at first, but you could just sit back and listen. We are not here to judge anyone or point fingers. We are here to make you see that you aren’t alone. That even if you think no one knows how you feel, I’m sure we have all been through it.”

  He puts his hands in his pockets while Lori speaks to him. “You’re an addict?” she asks, wringing her hands.

  “Recovering. Twelve years, ten months, four days, and a couple of hours. My rock bottom was watching my two-year-old son drown before my eyes. I was too high to even comprehend what was going on.” He must see the shock and sorrow on my face because he goes on. “That is what I have to fight each and every day. So I can assure you, Lori, there is someone here that feels what you do.”

  She nods her head at him, looking around.

  Daniel speaks to the group now. “Okay, everyone, if you haven’t found a seat now is a good time. We will be starting in a minute.”

  We walk over and sit down in the two empty seats. I sit next to Daniel, and Lori is sitting next to me with the guy from before next to her. I squeeze her knee before the group starts, to let her know that I’m here in case she needs anything from me.

  “Hey, everyone, I’m Daniel. I’m a heroin addict. Today is my son’s or would have been my son’s birthday. I got up this morning and the first thing I wanted to do was go back to bed. I wanted to get high. But instead I got up and ran on the treadmill, listening to the lullabies that would play through the baby monitor.” He takes off his glasses and wipes his eyes. “Today I’m going to be strong. Today I’m going to beat this.”

  Everyone around the circle repeats his last sentence.

  The rest of the circle filled us in on their name and how long they have been sober. Cocaine addicts, alcoholics, eating disorders. You name them, there was someone here suffering from it.

  When it came time for the boy next to Lo
ri to speak, he did it with his hands on his legs, looking at the floor. “My name is Trevor. I’m nineteen. I was born addicted to crack. My parents were crack tweakers. I didn’t even know it was a thing till I was old enough to understand what was going on. My father came from a really religious family who crossed him off the list the minute he got his girlfriend pregnant out of wedlock. Forget the fact that they were both on crack when they did it. We lived with my mom’s family till they kicked us out of the house, because shit just started disappearing. The good news is they kept me. Well, good news for me, till their dealer came to collect their debt and shot my grandparents in front of me. I was fourteen when I was put into foster care. No one wanted me. It started with weed. Smoke a little weed, take the edge off. Then moved up to cocaine at parties, then the first time I shot up heroin was like I was finally free. I could fly. I really thought I was the shit on it. Till I turned sixteen and got raped and beaten for the first time. It was a never-ending cycle. Till I finally hit rock bottom. Till I finally looked into the eyes of my father, or at least I know it was my father. He, on the other hand, had no clue who the fuck I was. When I called him Dad he laughed at me, his rotten green teeth sticking out. I looked around for my mother, asked him about her, and he said she died. He didn’t even fucking remember when she died or where. Just shrugged. I walked into church that night and prayed for help. I fell asleep inside the church till the priest woke me and asked me my name. The only thing I knew was my name. He got me help. He got me into rehab. So my name is Trevor, and I haven’t used drugs in two years, four months, and nine days.” He finally looks up, his eyes red with tears. “Today I’m going to be strong. Today I’m going to beat this.”

  Once again, they repeat it after him. It’s Lori’s turn and she looks over at me. I give her a nod, letting her know that either way it’s going to be okay.

  She grabs a hold of my hand and starts. “My name is Lori and it’s been almost two weeks that I’ve been off heroin. I was kidnapped.” A gasp runs through the group while she wipes her cheeks. “And they gave me heroin to stop me from escaping. Along with other sick, sick things.”