Jack and Angie

Chapter 2


Jack sat in his bedroom strumming his guitar, trying desperately not to think of a certain ex-girlfriend of his down the street. He could still feel the anger well up whenever he thought about her and her little boy, a little boy that should have been his. Would have been his if Angie had not done what she did. If she had not broken his heart, they would have been married by now with maybe a couple of kids.

He frowned to himself. He had been so sure that he was over her when he first knew he would have to come back. But seeing her standing there in the hallway with Jerry had brought all the old feelings back to the surface with a vengeance. Angie Montgomery owned him…heart, body and soul. In the few seconds it took for her and Jerry to notice him standing there, he had wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and run his lips over the skin of her neck, just like he used to.

But then the memory of seeing her with that fucking bastard Derek had jumped to the front of his mind along with the rage he had felt that day. She had told him that they were just friends, and like a fucking idiot, he had believed her, not wanting to get into yet another fight with her again about how he didn’t trust her. He knew that she had known Derek for far longer than she had known him. That Derek had been her friend since they were little and she had said that she didn’t have those kind of feelings for Derek anyway. That Jack was the only one she wanted to hold her, touch her, taste her. Jack had been the only one she wanted to be inside of her.

Like a moron, he had believed her…until the day he caught the two of them together in her bed.

He scratched the last few cords and wiped his face with his hands. Thankfully, Bobby distracted him from his thoughts as he came into through the open door.

“Been cryin in here you little fairy?” he asked gruffly. Jack decided not to push Bobby’s buttons by pointing out that it looked like Bobby had been doing some crying of his own.

“Leave it alone man.” He said tiredly as he put the guitar aside and reached for his smokes.

Bobby sat down next to the bad and asked, “Still making a lot a racket on that thing?”

Jack smiled at the long running question as he looked for his lighter and answered, “Yeah, still making a lot of racket” Lighting his cigarette he took a deep drag and picked the guitar back up as he eyed Bobby shrewdly, “Too weird in Mom’s room?”

Bobby sighed loudly as he closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them to look around, “Oh man, way too weird. It’s crazy, I mean, everything is still exactly the same. She didn’t change nothin’ in this house.”

Just then, Jerry walked up and leaned on the door way as he smiled. “Look at y’all.” He said with a chuckle.

“What?” Bobby asked, confusion written all over his face.

“Nothing. I’m just happy to see you man. Happy to see my brothers, that’s all.” Jerry said.

“Happy to see you too Jerry.” Bobby said.

“I guess I’ll stop by the grocery store and grab a turkey or something. Have a Thanksgiving dinner. Let’s at least act like we’re a real family, Mom would’ve liked that.” Jerry said coaxingly.

Before Jack or Bobby could respond, Angel came out of his room dressed like he had somewhere to go.

“Where you think you’re going?” Jerry asked him.

Angel tried to cover by saying with a sigh, “It’s a little heavy in there. I’m just gonna go and get me a little air.”

The other three brothers started laughing, “You’re full of shit man. You can smell that ass from down the street huh?” Bobby teased.

“What are you talking about?” Angel replied defensively

“What do you mean what? Come on man, you know exactly what we’re talking about with La Vida Loca.” Bobby said with a snicker.

“Ain’t nobody going to get no La Vida Loca nothing.” Angel said bullishly.

At this, Jerry piped up and said, “She got a boyfriend.”

Bobby laughed as he taunted Angel, “She got a boyfriend. She’s got hard dick in her right now, she’s screaming somebody else’s name and the last thing she’s doing is thinking about your black ass.” He finished with a dramatic sigh, “Leave it alone man.”

Jack couldn’t help it, he cracked up at Bobby. Bobby could be a funny motherfucker when he wanted to be. His laughter died though when he though about how Bobby’s words applied to his own situation with Angie.

“I can’t believe y’all comin at me with this crazy shit man.” Angel acted like we didn’t know exactly what he was up too. “I’m standing here telling y’all right now, I’m not going to see that girl and I’m not!”

After Angel stormed down the stairs and out of the house, Jack went back to strumming on his guitar as Bobby and Jerry continued to snicker, all amusement at Angel forgotten. Jack wondered if Bobby and Jerry would think him just as pathetic if he admitted that he still had feelings for Angie. Exactly what those feelings were, he had no clue. On one hand, he wanted to storm at her and throw things and say anything that could hurt her as much as she hurt him. On the other hand, he wanted to take her to the nearest bed and fuck her long and hard until any thoughts of another guy never entered her mind ever again.

Breaking out of his thoughts, he noticed that Jerry and Bobby were both looking at him as if they knew what he had been thinking about.

“You thinking about her aren’t you Fairy?” Bobby smirked, “Go talk to her. You heard her, she still lives at her house and it ain’t that late.”

“Stop Bobby.” Jack said with finality as he strummed his guitar, “There ain’t nothing that we have to talk about. She moved on man, if you don’t think she did, all you have to do is look at her kid.”

“Ang has a kid?” Bobby asked with a frown.

Jack snorted, not taking his eyes off the guitar in his lap as he said, “Yeah and from the age of him, it didn’t take her all that long to get over me when I left.” He tried to keep the pain and anger at the thought out of his tone, but he wasn’t so sure that his brothers didn’t pick up on it.

Bobby, for once, kept his mouth shut while Jerry looked as if he wanted to say something. Finally, all he said was, “Well, I gotta get back to Camille and the girls. I’ll see y’all in the morning.” Before shaking his head and leaving the house.

Bobby just looked thoughtfully at him for a long time before saying as he got up, “It still sounds like you got unfinished business with Angie Jackie Boy. You might be able to fool Angel and Jerry, but I know you too good for you to fool me.” He turned to look at Jack as he stood in the doorway, “You still love her.” When Jack opened his mouth to protest, Bobby held up his hand to stop him from interrupting, “She coulda fucked half of Detroit and you would still love that girl and you and I both know it.” He closed the door firmly after himself.

Jack thought about the last few days as he switched off the light and stretched out and tried to sleep. He missed Mom so much. She would have known what to say to him. She had this way of letting you know what you should do without coming right out and telling you to do it. Jack had last talked to his mom a month ago and she had made him promise that he would find the time to come home to visit as soon as he could, but with the gigs he and the band had been playing, finding time to make the trip to Detroit had not been easy. He had tried talking to some of the club owners where they were already booked to play, but they had not been as understanding as they had been when they found out it was to attend his mom’s funeral.

Jack sighed as he rolled over on his side and played with the silver band on his left index finger. Taking off the ring or the first time in four long years, he stared at the description as he swallowed through the lump in his throat and the burning behind his eyes.

JM + AM…LOVE FOREVER

He clenched his hand around the silver band before putting it back on his finger. He knew that sleep would be close to impossible now.