The Sequence

Chapter [32] - Deeper Level

Almost.

"Who the fuck you cursing at? Nothings going to happen period. The first thing on a persons mind when they get out of jail is to do everything right so they won't land back in jail. You said he did this because was an alcoholic. How was he when he was sober?" I asked, grabbing his hand back and holding it firmly.

"Sober? He was never sober but this one time. He claimed he was going to stop and he did, for three hours. He took us out, almost felt like a real family." he spoke, moving his hand. "Stop," I held it closer.

He turned his head but I could clearly see the tears falling down his face. I slid across the compartment and fell into his lap before straddling him. I held his face in my hands before wiping his cheeks. I kissed his forehead repeatedly before pressing him against my chest.

"Later that night, he drunk. He drunk more than before. My mom got it worse that night I didn't know what to do. She always told me to hide Chanel, she always told me to hide. But I didn't. I called the cops. He told me to put the phone down but they were already on the line. I gave them the address and with every word I told them, he hit her harder. She told me to stop, drop the phone. She was begging. What was I supposed to do?" he broke out into quiet sobs on my chest as I rubbed his head.

I never expected this from him. People put up a wall or pretend to be happy all the damn time, you would never know they're hurting.

"You did the right thing." I kissed his temple. "Don't." he pulled away from me. "Don't what? Had you not called them she would still be going through that right now. You did the right thing," I reassured him.

I could tell what I was saying was going through one ear and out the other. I know he didn't care for what I had to say but it was the truth and he had to hear it.

He faced me and stopped struggling to get out my grip. "I love you," I wiped the tears from his watering eyes. "I love you too," he pressed his forehead against mines and sighed.

"You can't beat yourself up over that. If he does happen to pop up it's not like your alone," I grabbed his hands. I'm sure if worse came to worse, the people he bang with would help and I know regardless of the hard front my dad puts up, he would go to war over Velle. So as far as I'm concerned, his bitch ass father isn't an issue.

"You're right," he circled his hands around my waist and pulled me closer. "You gotta go back to work right?" he bit his cheek. I looked at the clock, I had about 10 minutes before I had to return but then again I was working overtime. I wasn't required to work all these hours.

Plus Velle needed me, he had emotional shit going on with him and before our relationship, he's my best friend. He comes first. "Nah I gotta clock out then we can head home." I pressed my lips against his briefly before pulling away.

"You taking your car right?" he asked. I nodded and slid out the car before heading towards the entrance of the hospital. I headed to the employee room and clocked out with my I.D. card.

"No overtime today?" my manager snuck up behind me. I twirled and spoke, "No, not today." I threw in a smile and grabbed my bag.

"I understand. You always work overtime, it gets tiring," she smiled sipping her coffee. She clearly wanted to hold a conversation while on her break, but I wasn't with it.

"Tired of work? That would mean I'm tired of money, I could never be tired of that. I'm not working overtime for personal reasons and I have shit to do. I gotta go." I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed out the room.

I signaled at Velle to head to the house while I hopped in my car, locked up, strapped up and drove off. I took a short cut home and picked up some Wendy's. I didn't know if he ate but I picked up a couple things for him too. When I got my food I paid and headed home.