The Anchor by Toler B. N

Author:Toler, B. N. [Toler, B. N.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2015-07-14T23:00:00+00:00

It’s still dark when I wake up. I’ve only been asleep for two hours, but I can hear John and Edie in the kitchen so I decide to get up and say hello before they head off to work for the day. Nikki and I crashed as soon as we got in and she’s curled up on her side, the blankets bunched around her. One thing I’ve learned? She’s a blanket hog. Quietly, I leave the bedroom and step gently down the hall. Just as I round the kitchen doorway, I hear a deep, throaty groan.

“Fuck, baby,” John groans and grits his teeth as he stares down at Edie, his hand fisted in her hair as her head bobs back and forth.

Motherfucker!

I didn’t need to see that. Damn it. I clench my eyes closed and stumble back, attempting to leave the kitchen before they see me, but my shoulder catches the doorframe and I trip, landing hard on my ass. “Fuck!” I yell out.

Even in my pain, I twist and hop up, planning on sprinting down the hall to save us all the embarrassment of facing each other right now, but my foot slips on the rug and I land hard on my knee. “Shit!”

“Parker! What’s wrong?” Nikki cries as she comes barreling out of the bedroom with wild and panicked eyes, flailing a handgun. What the fuck?

“Put that down!” Edie shouts as she sees Nikki, who freezes when she sees Edie, her gaze moving to me with a questioning look.

“Goddamn it! Everybody calm down,” John growls as he passes by me, still tugging his suit pants up and buttoning them. When he reaches Nikki, he grabs her wrist and takes the gun from her.

“My eyes!” I yell out, rubbing both with balled fists. “It can never be unseen!”

“Nikki just almost killed you and you’re fucking whining about that?” John shouts as he points to the kitchen, indicating what I just witnessed.

“But it was you!” I counter. “And Edie!” Who I can’t look at.

“What does that matter?” Edie asks, sounding somewhat offended.

“Because . . .” I struggle for words. How can she not understand she’s like . . . well, her?

“Get a fucking grip, Parker,” John snorts.

“What the fuck is going on?” Nikki asks, her eyes wide with confusion.

“Where the hell did you get a gun?” I huff as I move to stand. Edie tries to help me, but I use the wall, more or less. I can’t even look at her right now. The suction. The head bobbing. I feel like I just witnessed my little sister blowing a guy. It’s not sitting well with me.

“What?” Nikki asks, as if my question is ridiculous. “I have it for protection.” John points the gun to the floor and drops the magazine.

“You have no idea how to shoot. You could have killed us,” John grumbles as he shakes his head.

“Suit, everyone is fine,” Edie says, in an attempt to defend her best friend.

“You,” John points to Nikki, “are going to learn how to shoot.

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