CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SEVENTY-THREE
Sunday late night — 11:30 p.m.
Las Vegas, Nevada
Jeraine turned over in bed.
“Are you awake?” a woman’s voice came from the bed next to him.
Jeraine let out a panicked scream. Grabbing the covers, he reeled off the bed. Not yet awake, his mind raced with the repercussions of screwing up with yet another woman. He shook with the fear that he’d somehow fucked up again. He was already into Tanesha divorcing him and losing Jabari when he realized that it was his friend, Hecate, on the bed.
Fully clothed and above the covers, she was laying on her side on the bed. She’d spoken when he’d rolled over to face her. Jeraine pointed at her and collapsed down to sit on the side of the bed. She laughed while he tried to catch his breath.
“Very funny,” Jeraine said. “I was like to have a heart attack!”
She scooted across the bed to sit next to him.
“Sorry,” Hecate said.
Jeraine looked at him.
“Hedone told me that you had some brain issues,” Hecate said. “I hadn’t seen them before now.”
She put a cool hand on his forehead. He’d had a pounding headache since he’d started packing for this trip. It had only gotten worse on the plane. He’d crawled into bed the moment he’d arrived here. Her cool hand took the pulse of his pain away.
“What are you doing?” Jeraine asked.
“I’m cooling your mind down,” Hecate said. “How’d you get this?”
“Drugs,” Jeraine said. “Alcohol.”
Hecate put her other hand on the back of his head.
“Do you only get them when you’re anxious?” Hecate asked.
“Now,” Jeraine said. “I used to get them all the time. I worked hard in brain therapy. I still do it every third day. Jill helped me, too. Mike, one time. He …”
Jeraine shook his head.
“What did my brother do?” Hecate asked.
“He has this macho energy,” Jeraine said. “He found me after I’d passed out on the Castle grass. He put his hand on my head, and I was infused with a kind of male-power. It’s hard to describe.”
“Strength,” Hecate said. “I bet that helped.”
“Helps me stay clear and focused,” Jeraine said. “To this day.”
“Abi never offered to fix this?” Hecate asked.
“Tanesha told her that I don’t deserved it,” Jeraine said. “And I don’t. I really don’t. I caused so much pain that …”
“So you won’t let her fix it?” Hecate asked.
“Miss T …” Jeraine looked at Hecate. Just by looking at her, the truth bubbled to the surface inside of him. “No, you’re right. It’s me. Abi used to offer. I just …”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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