Lost In Rewind (Audio Fools #3) Read Free Page B

life, I instinctively want to punch him and erase that victorious smile off his happy face. Mentally, I pound his face in, yet in reality, I try and swing my fist with all my strength, but I’m too weak to even lift my arm in the first place. My head weighs a ton and keeps bobbing back and forth. This is an illusion; it’s not real life. I look up as I feel myself being carried by some big guy, and as he callously drops my naked body down on the couch, I realize it’s the one and only Louis Bruel.
    “Eddie, he’s fucked. Let’s get him some OJ and coffee—he needs food. I don’t know what kind of shit he’s on, but we need to get him cleaned up.” Louis barks orders at Eddie. Bossy motherfucker, always telling everybody what to do.
    “E, don’t listen to him. I don’t need food. Get me some vodka with ice and a lemon,” I mumble as the three of them gawk back at me in silence. “What do you jerks want from me, anyway? Eddie, E, my boy, my brother, my best friend in the whole wide world, we haven’t seen each other since that fucking custody hearing. And you, Louis, last time I saw you, it was at your stupid penthouse inside The Pierre hotel where you fucking talked me into going back home and leaving my Sara to calm down and run into this fucker’s arms again. You guys are no good for me. Thank you for coming; now leave. I’ll get my own vodka.”
    If my body wasn’t so limp, and if I had the strength, I’d throw them all out. I can think but I can’t move. Her pretty-boy keeps looking at me. He won’t stop staring me down like he wants to tell me something. He wants to rub my face in him having won—by stealing what was rightfully mine.
    “You see something you like, asshole? In America, it’s not polite to stare at someone’s dick. If you have something to say to me, fucking say it and get the fuck out. I can’t stand looking at you with that dirty smirk. I-I-I should’ve killed you for trespassing on private property that night in that hotel.” Just another rich bastard who gets to have whatever he wants, even if it’s not his. Our children could’ve had both their parents together if it wasn’t for him. How could she be with him?
    “Do you have no shame?” he finally says with that holier-than-thou tone of voice.
    “Shame? Did you just question my shame, motherfucker? I didn’t take another man’s woman like you. I’m not breaking up a family, like you. She is my life, and you just took her as if she didn’t belong to me.” He doesn’t give a shit about what he did to us, to our family.
    “Sara doesn’t belong to anybody but herself, and especially not you.” He shakes his head and smiles like I said something funny.
    “Don’t fucking say her name. You dirty piece of shit,” I yell back. I try to get up and finally have it out with him like we should’ve done two years ago in that hotel. If Sara hadn’t fainted that day, if he wasn’t holding her in his arms, I would’ve annihilated this scum.
    “You have a family, mate, and you’re breaking your family up right now. Wake up! Your kids need you. They don’t know where you are. They just lost the only mum they’ve ever known, and their father is on the other side of town getting wasted. I despise you, Jeffery. You are a coward, and I can’t stand the sight of you. But I love Sara more than I hate you, and for some reason, she wants you to come back to your kids and be their father. Be a bloody man. Go help them with the loss of their mum. Stop feeling sorry for yourself,” he preaches to me.
    “Those kids don’t need me. They need Sara, but you stole her from us. I’m nothing without her. Don’t lecture me on what and whom they need. I won’t go back unless I go back to her.”
    He smirks at my words. He thinks I have no chance with her. He clearly doesn’t understand what we share and what fate has waiting for us. But one day, he will, and then I’ll be the one visiting him while he’s hiding somewhere drunk