12 chapter 12
Staring at her sad looking face, he hated to say it but Caren was one ugly chick. Big dough like grey eyes, a spacious gaps separating her teeth in every corner. Although she had a honey toned complexion, it was more than flushed out by freckles that littered her body like dots. There were many times when he played connect the dots, just for the fun of it just because he could. Her nose was way too big taking up more than half of her face. This caused him to laugh, God! she was hideously ugly. If it wasn't for the fact that she was 'loose' not really caring about whether he came or went, or the indifference in his attitude, he would've passed her up. Plus she wasn't too bad, she did enough to distract him for the time being, at least that's what he'd thought until she'd brought up her name.
" So are you going to tell me who Denise is?". she inquired, drawing circles over his back.
"Why? did I call her name out while we were together or something?" he inquired.
She shook her head"No, you did in your sleep though, I was just curious".
"Curiosity killed the cat" he stated.
"I think you killed my cat" she whispered, a blush forming on her cheeks. For a split second, this caused his heart to skip a beat. Something in her voice reminded him of Denise. That's why he'd even talked to her.
" You think I killed it huh?." His voice was low and husky. This caused the girl's eyes to gather dark storm clouds. " Yeah, I think it needs an examination "
He gave her a seductive smile, causing her to forget about Denise which was his intent. For a second time, her legs opened, inviting him in and for a brief moment he was appeased.
Jordan's eyes popped open and he stared up at the ceiling, his heart grieved. He couldn't believe he'd used her. Not just her but April and Phyllis too. All three had been good girls and even reminded him of Denise in some way but after Caren's clinginess, which left him feeling suffocated and April's bossiness which left him feeling dominated over and then Phyllis promiscuity, going from one man to the other like they were part of a freight train, he couldn't handle it. He needed to get away from them. All of them were nerve wrecking in their own way. He sighed and thought of himself silly to think that all those girls would feed the broken heart inside him, but they hadn't . He thought the weed would but after Caren started lacing it with PCP and left him doing crap even he didn't understand, he'd quit. He had a hard time believing anybody would sell him anything that wasn't laced. Swallowing softly, he turned to his side as he pushed aside the familiar ache in his heart. She was moving on therefore, he needed to as well.
Denise switched her lights on and woke up around three o' clock the next morning. Going to the same desk that had been hers since she'd moved to Hampton. She'd found it at a local garage sell and fell in love with the oak wood material that was shelved by a pin board, small loading shelves for books and then a bigger area in front that was deep enough to settle her computer in. Sighing, she reached into a drawer, pulled out her diary, she wrote inside:
