Constant Surprises (Wrong Numbers Series) (4 page)

“What are you doing
here, Susan?” asked Steven

“Just came to see about
my boyfriend, hey baby.” She smiled giving him a kiss on the cheek. The entire
time glaring at Amie, openly enjoying how she hated the fact they were
together.

Amie wouldn’t give
Susan the satisfaction of knowing it was eating her up inside. “Why don’t we
all go back to the party?”

 
As the evening progressed, people were
dancing, talking, and eating some of the food Amie had been preparing for her
party. Sandy had helped with preparing all of the appetizers and food. It took
them what seemed like forever because Amie had to have everything perfect. She
wanted to showcase her culinary skills for everybody to see.

Mrs. Banks, their
science teacher, had loved something Amie had made so much she wanted the
recipe. Amie gladly said she would give it to her.

 
Amie went inside to go to the bathroom, and
then get the recipe when she heard some noises coming from her bedroom. At
first she played it off as it was just the pesky wooden floor creaking, but
then decided to check it out. The sight she saw when she opened the door would
be cemented in her thoughts forever.

Susan was on top of
someone, riding him like he was a bucking bronco; her moans were loud. Amie
stood frozen. She saw a head come up and start sucking Susan’s breasts and
nipples. Susan squealed with delight.

“Damn, you feel so
good, baby, fuck!” he said picking up the pace.

It was Roy, her Roy, in
her bed making love to another woman instead of her. Amie stood in the doorway
screaming. Roy and Susan jumped up and flew apart.

“You fucking bastards!
Get the fuck out of my room, out of my house, and out of my life! How dare you
fuck in my room of all places, my God! Couldn’t you have done that shit in the
back of your truck, Roy?”

“This is your room,
Amie?
 
Well, I didn’t know it was your
room,” Susan said sarcastically.

Amie’s blood boiled
over and before anything else could be said, she jumped Susan. They landed on
the bed. All Amie could think of was getting her hands around the bitch’s neck.
They both rolled off the bed onto the floor with a loud thump. Amie was
swinging wildly at Susan, who was screaming for her life. Roy found his pants
and was trying to get the two of them away from each other but it was no use,
they were too strong in the heat of the moment even for him.

The noise brought
others running to the room. Sandy and Steven got in the midst of the tussle
tearing the two apart. Amie had a good hold of Susan’s hair.

“Let go of her hair,
Amie, let go now!” shouted Sandy trying to undo Amie’s fingers from Susan’s
scalp. Amie refused to let go. Susan despised Amie for as long as they had been
in school together. Always making fun of her not only because of her race, but
any little thing she could think to make her feel lower than low. Now it came
to a head tonight―in all places, her house. She finally let go of Susan
as Steven pulled her away.

 
Steven asked, “What the fucking hell is going
on in here?”

“We were in here making
out and this bitch came in!” Susan bellowed trying to put herself back
together.

“In her house and in
her room of all places you decided to go start fucking, you vindictive bitch!”
Steven said, pushing Susan towards Roy. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Roy,
get your shit on, and get your woman out of here now. Take your sorry ass home.
I have a bone to pick with you.”

 
Roy helped Susan get her things together.
Steven looked away as Susan dressed. He looked over at Sandy who was comforting
a hysterical Amie. Going over to the two of them, he took Amie in his arms and
just held her for a moment while she cried. “Why, why did he do that to me?”

After that, Amie wasn’t
able to continue with the party. She stayed in the guest room crying her eyes
out. When her parents discovered what had transpired, it took most of Steven’s
strength to keep hold of Richard Brown. “Listen, Mr. Brown, when I get home, I
plan on handling my brother myself. He was wrong. I will make sure he pays for
what he did to Amie.”

Richard looked at
Steven. “Please don’t do anything rash, Steven. I know you are angry just like
everybody else. Just think before you do anything too drastic.”

Kissing Sandy on the
forehead, Steven walked out of the Brown’s home. It wasn’t until later on, Amie
found out what exactly happened when he did get home.

When he arrived home,
Steven walked right past his parents who were sitting in the living room and
headed upstairs. He was furious as hell with his brother. He wanted to kick
some sense into him. When he went into his room, he heard the shower going on
and decided to wait for him to get out. After a while he heard the shower turn
off followed by Roy walking into his room still toweling off his hair. Roy just
stared at his brother sitting on the edge of the bed and didn’t say a word.

 
“Where the hell you want it?” growled Steven

Roy asked, “What the
hell are you talking about, dude?”

“Get your shit on and
meet me outside. I don’t want to mess up the house.” Steven stormed out of the
room probably leaving his brother more confused than anything. Running back
down the stairs, he slammed opened the door and headed to the porch to wait.
After a couple of minutes, the door opened. Roy walked onto the porch.

That is when Steven’s
fist met his brother’s face causing Roy to fall off the front porch onto the
ground below with a hard thud. “Get up you, son of a bitch!” shouted Steven. He
ran down the steps picking up his brother only to sock him again.

Their parents came out
on the porch. Agnes screamed, “Boys, stop this now!”

But Steven was going to
teach him a lesson. He repeatedly punched his brother. Bob flew off the porch
breaking up the fight. “What is going on with you two?”

“Why don’t you ask
lover boy what he did at Amie’s party?” Steven said. Agnes looked over to Roy
who was slowly getting up off the ground.

“Boy, what did you do?”
Bob asked.

At first Roy said
nothing, then he finally confessed, “Susan and I were making out in Amie’s room
at the party.”

Bob and Agnes looked
shocked. Agnes muttered, “How could you, son? How could you have done something
so foolish on Amie’s special evening. Let me go call to see how she’s doing.”
She ran inside.

 
Bob stood there, anger started to boil over
his face. “Never mind calling, Agnes, we are going over there right now. You
are going to apologize to her in person.”

“Not looking like this,
Dad, please at least let me change.”

“Oh no, you are going
just like this, brother.” Both men grabbed him by the back of his shirt.

* * * *

Sandy spent the night
with Amie. Amie was grateful as she was frazzled after what had happened. Who
wouldn’t be after seeing someone you loved fucking another woman in your bed.
She still couldn’t believe Susan would stoop so low to do something so asinine.

They couldn’t sleep in
Amie’s room, so they opted for the guest room instead. Sandy watched Amie came
out of the bathroom slowly walking back into the guest bedroom. They could
still hear her father going off in a tirade how he wanted Roy shot on the spot.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Amie,
about what happened tonight,” Sandy said.

Without speaking Amie
started to braid her hair. Sandy quietly helped her. “Thanks, I just want to go
to sleep. I got to get up for tomorrow’s flight,” Amie finally said.

Her father’s shouts
shattered the silence. “Oh, hell no!”

 
Both girls looked at each other and ran
downstairs to see what was going on.

“Get your boy off my
property if he knows what’s good for him, Bob!” Richard shouted, walking out on
the porch with Abby. Sandy and Amie followed behind.

There stood the Fulton
clan. Amie saw Roy’s face—beat up and somewhat bloody. “What the hell happened
to him?” Amie asked Sandy.

“Must have been Steven.
Steven was so pissed off when he left here. He said he was going to teach him a
lesson. I honestly didn’t think he would go as far as to beat the crap outta
Roy.”

“He deserves more than
that really,” said Amie.

“Listen, Rick, I know
you’re pissed. If I had daughter and this happened to her, I would have wanted the
boy hanged for what he did. But I’m making him come over to apologize to Amie,
if she’ll accept it,” Bob said.

 
Richard looked at his daughter. “It’s up to
you. I wouldn’t accept his apology.”

Amie said nothing for
what felt like a long time, then she said, “Come in please.” Amie walked
inside. Everyone followed her.

 
When they all gathered in the living room,
Sandy and Amie sat together on the loveseat. Steven perched next to Sandy on
the armrest. Both sets of parents sat on opposite sides of the room. Roy stood
in the middle like he was in a court room with his parents, brother, and Sandy
as the jurors. Amie as the judge.

“What I don’t
understand is why, why in the hell did you do it, son, in my house and in my
daughter’s room of all places?” Rick asked Roy as he sat down on an ottoman.

“Mr. and Mrs. Brown, I
don’t know what the hell I was thinking. I’ve had a lot on my mind the past
couple of days. I’ve been doing too much thinking for one man. Then Susan… Lord,
I should’ve known she was up to no good when she coaxed me upstairs. I was
drinking and just not thinking clearly.”

“What you did was
inconceivable, Roy. I honestly don’t know why Amie would want to even consider
accepting your apology. You all have been friends since elementary school. Why
would you stoop so low as to do something like this?” Agnes asked.

Roy didn’t answer. He
just stood silently rubbing the side of his face, now turning various shades of
blue and purple from his brother’s punches.

“What happened to your
face, son?” asked Abby with concerned.

“My brother was
teaching me a lesson.”

“Should have kept on
giving you that lesson too, brother,” Steven said holding Sandy’s hand.

After a moment of
silence, Amie said, “Roy, would you come out on the porch with me? Excuse me,
everybody, I think we need to talk alone.” Amie patted her father’s shoulder.
She walked to the front door with a perplexed looking Roy trailing close behind
her. Amie could still hear the group talking inside.

“I wonder what she is
going to say?” asked Abby.

“I don’t know but Amie
will set things straight,” Sandy assured the group.

Through the window Amie
saw Sandy hold a finger to her lips then disappear beneath the window. She
turned her focus back to Roy.

“Why’d you do it, Roy?”

“Amie, I honestly
didn’t want to go into your room in the first place. I don’t know what it is
that Susan possesses over me sometimes. She has some spell on me…I just do
whatever she wants. She said she couldn’t do it in my truck. I was just
thinking with the wrong head. I never wanted you to be mad at me, Amie.”

“Well I am, for
Christ’s sake. You were fucking in my room, on my bed with another girl. What
am I supposed to think or do?
 
If you saw
someone that you’ve known and cared about for a long time doing something like
that, you would be mad as hell too.”

“You care about me?”
Roy asked.

“Of course I do, we’ve
been friends for so long. We’ve always been there for each other. Why wouldn’t
I care about you? Your brother did a job on you.”

Roy chuckled. “
Ow
, don’t make me laugh. It hurts to laugh. Yeah, I know I
totally deserved what Steven did. I should have never hurt you like this.”

“You know Susan has
been after me for years, she has always hated me for the longest time. She made
my life a living hell since the day I started school. She knows how I feel
about you, especially how much I care for you. That’s why she started dating
you, Roy, to make me jealous. I just don’t know why you never saw it for
yourself.”

“Listen, Amie, I want
to apologize to you proper like, okay?”

Roy got up off the
porch swing, and kneeled down taking Amie’s small hand in his own. “From this
moment on, I will never hurt you, Amie Brown. I will never talk bad to you much
less have anybody else say anything bad about you as long as I am living. I
will let you do something to punish me for what I did to you tonight. So name
what my punishment will be?”

 
“Anything goes?”

“Anything goes,” Roy
said.

“You have to take me to
the airport in the morning, my flight leaves at eight forty-five. We have to be
there about an hour early, so go clean yourself up and get here to pick me up.”

“Of course that I can
do, most definitely.”

“And if you ever hurt
me again like you did tonight, I get to kick you in the balls.”