Chapter 128

Chase's POV

 "What did you do that for?" I asked Kayla as she retreated from me. 

I hated that my dick was responding to her against its own better judgment. 

 "Really, Chase, what's the worst that could happen?" She asked again. 

 "I don't know, maybe that?" I asked sarcastically. 

 "Yes, and it has happened already. So please stop letting everything seem weird for the both of us." Kayla left me to face my erring dick and went on her way. 

I hoped she wasn't gonna tell the sleazy monkeys with her why I stayed back. 

The girl was a dare-devil, one who clearly didn't understand the concept of boundaries. 

 "Booze helps." Kayla heavily lashed eye reconnected with mine as I took a seat at their table. 

 "Why's he cold?" A girl to her right asked her. I wondered if she wanted me to hear or she just didnt know how to go lower. 

Kayla looked away and snubbed her. 

She looked at me a couple more times and I saw that I had almost begun to make her feel uneasy and uncomfortable, cause I was obviously not feeling the party. 

 "I'll be in that corner." I said to her and excused myself. 

Maybe she'd be able to have more fun without having to babysit me at an adult party. 

 "Hey boy. What have you got for me?" A girl with a shrill voice asked as I made my way to the opposite side of the room. 

It was a house party, and the house wasn't quite large. 

Smoke from cigarettes and pens and whatnot were adding fog to the already dim light, making it almost impossible to get a clear perception of anything. 

 "Lonely much?" A girl asked

I hadn't realized I stood right in front of her till she talked. 

She jolted me from my reverie, so I turned back to have a good look at her. 

She was a pretty girl in her own rights. She looked quite nerdy and her eyes were a little too spaced, other than that, she was pretty and had a nice voice too. 

 "Just needed a break." I replied to her. 

 "Same here. Thought the party was gonna be my much needed break, now I need a break from the party." For the first time that night, I laughed. 

She had just described me so perfectly, told me my predicament when I hadn't totally figured it out. 

I left Kayla's company thinking I could find fun elsewhere, with other girls. The truth is there was no fun anywhere with HER sitting pretty on my mind. 

 "I didn't even know that was what was happening to me till you said it." I said. 

 "I'm pretty in touch with myself, a little too well." She said, getting up, "I'm Helen." She extended her hand towards me. 

 "Chase." I replied, taking her soft hand. She reminded me of Emma. I could literally feel her bone through her soft smooth flesh. 

 "Do we go out?" I offered. 

Maybe I was in the mood for a sensible conversation, I wouldn't know if I didn't try. 

 "Been waiting for someone to ask that all day. I didn't want to seem like a loser." She said enthusiastically as she picked her bag. 

I felt bad thinking of how Kayla would feel if she saw me leaving the party with Helen. 

On the way out, I dared look at her, and as expected, she was staring at me. 

I gave a sad smile, but hers was real, genuine, she waved me and put her thumb to her ear signifying that she was gonna call me later. 

Kayl was sweetsoul. The more I knew her, the more I had to admit. 

Soon, Helen and I were out. 

Thankfully, the house had a swing and so we reclined on it. 

 "What's your story?" I asked her first. There had to be some reason when she considered the party to be her much needed break from reality. 

 "Fresh out of a breakup." She managed to say, while picking her nails.

 "I'm sorry." I said for lack of any other thing too. "We're shitty sometimes." I added. At that point, it felt more like I was projecting than hearing her out. 

 "Technically, he died, but I prefer to see it that way." I nearly froze at hearing what she said. It was bad enough that Emma and I were over, things being as they were even, it'd still kill me to hear anything like that ever happened to her. 

 "It must suck." I added. 

 "It does suck actually." Helen's voice was breaking. "He was supposed to graduate last session. He died a few days before on his way to see me." She didn't fight the tears, rather she looked away in the direction of the pool. 

 "You don't deserve that." I said to her, 

 "Nobody does."She shot back at me. "He didn't either." She added, "matter of fact, I think I've gotta be on my way." Helen picked her purse up and took drunken steps in the direction of the main gate. I looked around to see if anyone saw what had just happened, but with the amount of moans that were floating in the air, and that there was no single person there who was just watching the skies or something, I was damn sure no one noticed. 

 "I never seem to do anything right." I had the ever present urge to punch at the swing, then I remembered my dad threatened therapy and arm braces if the knuckles failed to heal in a month. 

I regretted ever having to punch the old man when we had our first ever father-son conversation. 

What made me glad though is that he still had it in his. He wasn't the leader of a cult for over ten years to be beaten by some young adult. 

His marriage to Emma's mom was shaky and on the brink of dissolution, but that couldn't be my business. 

I'd handled my business with him. We finally gave my mom a proper burial, between the both of us, and even did something like a memorial. That was the only time I saw him she'd tears. Maybe it's those tears that cemented my decision to join him…