Simply Purgatory (BOOK 1&2)

Is your name WiFi? Because I'm really feeling a connection right now.

Chapter 36

" Is your name WiFi? Because I'm really feeling a connection right now. "

Rochelle Quinn's POV:

"If you don't knock on that door right now, I'm going to put your head through it." I threatened in the most serious way possible, widening my eyes in warning.

Ivan visibly gulped, scratching his hands anxiously.

"Fuck this." I muttered, stepping forward and hitting the door as hard as I could.

It opened almost instantly, I crossed my arms.

"Rocky?" Jesse looked shocked to see me standing outside his home. He held a baby in his hands, or more like a toddler.

She couldn't be more than 4 years old.

"Hey, Jess" My voice came out quietly, not being able to hide the pain and regret in my voice.

Shit.

"Whats u- 'Van?" If Jesse didn't looked shocked before, he definately did now as he took in the sight of his childhood boyfriend.

But Ivi looked heartbroken at the sight of the child, he blatantly refused to look at Jesse. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." And then he took off down the street, not sparing us a second glance.

"You should've told me you had a kid, I wouldn't have brought him back." Fuck. I need a smoke, or a drink, or just something to stop the ache in my head at hurting Ivan.

"Rocky? I.." His eyebrows furrowed, making me confused. "I don't understand. Bandit..She's Emily's daughter. Not mine. I'm gay, Rock. I...I waited for him; He's the only person I've ever wanted."

"Emily's daughter?" I repeated, my eyes examined the child as I realised how much she resembled Jesse's sister. "Where's Emily then?"

Jesse paused, a wave of pain consuming his dark eyes. "She died 3 years ago. Just after she had Bandit."

My heart clenched, my mouth dried instantly. "Oh Jess. I'm sorry, I didn't know."

He shook his head, "It doesn't matter now. Just, Van. I.." He bit his lip, eyes clenching shut. "I never realized how much I wanted to see him again."

I gazed down the street Ivan had disappeared down, my mind suddenly realising where he was going.

"Give me 30 minutes and we'll be back."

*****

"I knew you'd be here."

I sat down next to him, resting my arms on my knees.

He pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a set of rolled up joints and a lighter.

I smiled, grabbing one before he could even offer. I took the lighter in my hand and held the joint in my mouth, lighting it. I inhaled the fumes as a rush of relaxation hit me, instantly calming my racing heart.

Ivan lay back and took a few drags of his joint, obviously savoring the taste.

Damn I missed times like this.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not addicted to marijuana or smoking.

I do it because I like it, not because someone else wants to me.

"It's not his kid, you know?" I spoke quietly, watching his reaction carefully.

He didn't show any visible differences, but he brought the joint to his mouth and took a few more drags.