Harmony's Healing (Downtown Book 2)

by West, T J

  Harmony’s Healing

  Copyright © 2015 by: Tiffany J West

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and resemblance to persons; living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved.

  Published by: Tiffany J West

  Cover art by: Cover to Cover Designs

  Photographed by: Kruse Images & Photography: Models & Boudoir

  Edited by: Kendra Johnson

  Cover model: Daniel Wells

  eBook and Paperback format: Champagne Formats

  This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material or artwork herein is prohibited without the express written permission of the author

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Other series written by T.J.West

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Sneak peek of My Melody

  Acknowledgements

  Websites/Facebook pages

  About the Author

  Other series by T. J. West

  The Rain Series

  November Rain - book 1

  Purple Rain - book 2

  Rain Street - book 3

  Downtown Series

  Forbidden Faith - book 1

  Judging June - book 1.5

  WHY THE HELL WOULD ANYONE leave their five year old son behind to start another family, and then never return? What kind of person makes that decision? Who would put their kid through that? Did they think about what it meant to destroy their family? How can a person leave a wife, a son - a perfect family. All demolished over night without a thought.

  My mind is consumed with lingering questions. Was it me? Was I not well behaved? Was I not smart enough or not a good enough son? I’ll never truly understand what made my father not want me or my mother, what made him leave us. Why he never wanted me in his life at all. Even after he left us, he never tried to contact us again. Did the bastard ever love me?

  I keep replaying the vision in my head, seeing him for the last time, grabbing his suitcase and exiting our house without even glancing in my direction. I was nothing to him. He didn’t even have the heart to say goodbye. I’ll never, ever forget it. My mother was in tears as she wrapped me up in her arms and told me everything was going to be okay, she was going to take care of me. She said we were going to be happy anyway and would live our life to the fullest. I remember staring at the open front door, completely numb. My mother keeps talking, but her voice is far away. I was completely paralyzed as I felt my life crash in around me. My dad had just walked out of our lives.

  My life was never the same after my dad left. Gordon Montgomery no longer existed - I never existed. Hate had started to form in my heart and there was no way I was going to be healed. Not as long as his daughter, Faith was around. I was never going to recover. She’s the one who ruined my chance at having a happy family - the family that I deserved. She took my place with my father. It was supposed to be mine. My father left me because of her. I never wanted to know about her, see her, meet her or hear her name - ever. Unfortunately things have never gone my way. Not only did she take away my father, she took away my best friend, Lucky, too.

  I remember the day I first found out Faith existed. I was fourteen years old and I was home alone after school. I was a bored, messed up kid. I used to snoop around my mother’s bedroom when I had nothing to do. I came upon a box one day full of pictures and letters I didn’t understand. In the pictures were my dad and a petite young, raven haired girl standing with a beautiful lady. They were all smiling at each other and seemed so happy. One of letters explained that the little girl in the middle of the happy family was my sister, Faith; she was seven years old in the picture. After reading that letter and discovering I had a sibling I didn’t even know about, I stuffed everything back into the box and never looked at them again. I became angry.

  My mom worked two jobs to cover our living expenses and to help pay for my music lessons. She wasn’t around most nights. It wasn’t until a couple years after I found the box of photos that I was brave enough to ask my mom about who was in the photos and who wrote the letters. She came clean about Dad having an affair and how he had another child with his mistress; he left us to marry her, to raise their new baby. This crushed me and angered me even more. With some investigating, I found out where they lived and would drive by constantly, stalking their mansion. It was surrounded by a security gate, massive trees and a giant wall that covered their precious hiding place. I wanted to burn their home down. It sickened me to see their perfect life. My dad left us high and dry with no money or security. How the fuck could someone do that? How could you, love one family only to desert another? My mother deserved to have at least been given a cushion of dough or a house so she wouldn’t have to work so damn much. It didn’t make any sense to me, how could he not feel responsible enough to take care of us too?

  One day though….one day I’ll give her that cushion. Even if it takes me years to build my music career, to become someone, I will give her the chance to live comfortably and to be taken care of for the rest of her life. She deserves it.

  I’ll never forget the day Faith walked into my life for the very first time. At the time I didn’t realize who she was, just some hot chick Lucky was dating. Lucky and I were living in our first apartment together. He was working in construction and I took a job at an instrument store, giving guitar lessons. We finally had a place all to ourselves; there was nothing better than coming home to a place where we could kick back on the sofa, watch TV or play our music and feel like the King of our castle. I loved my place. Lucky introduced his new hottie and there we were - Faith and I - face to face. I never wanted to come home again after that. When Faith told me her last name was Montgomery, I almost had a total breakdown, right in front of her and Lucky. I didn’t say a word about how she affected me, I blinked a hello and just left. From then on I just gave her the cold shoulder every time I saw her. I really couldn’t fucking believe, of all the people in the world, Lucky was dating Faith, FAITH. He had no clue she was my half-sister. I never told him who she was. I couldn’t. Talking about her as my sister felt more real. I didn’t want to make it more real than it already was, so I never said a word. We never discussed my father either. He knew he abandoned me to live a happy, rich life without me and my mother. Lucky knew to never bring up the wretched past and that was fine by me. But knowing Lucky was dating Faith, I couldn’t even describe how angry and tormented I felt. I wanted to bash my hand through a wall so many times, I couldn’t take it! I hadn’t felt that way in a very long time. The wound that I had kept stitched up for ten years had been torn open; flooding with vile, foul feelings.

  Even though I had hurt for my best friend, I was fucking elated that “our” dad had finally broken those two up. I’m a sick bastard, but I thought it was a brilliant move giving a one million dollar check to Lucky, to get him out of Faith’s life. I felt guilty so many times about how this hurt Lucky, but I was very selfish. I needed Faith gone. Leaving Arizona, leaving everything behind was the one of the best decisions for myself. In a
ll honesty, I couldn’t live without Lucky. We were a team. I was sticking by him no matter where we went. San Diego became our destination. We broke up our first band, Inked, and formed a new one, JINKS. Jason, Wayne, and Slim became part of our family. We worked well together and have been a band for almost six years.

  Music was the reason I had been able to suppress my anger and hatred for so long. The vibe of playing an instrument and writing lyrics, I could drown out whatever feelings tried to surface. It is my outlet and my passion. When I turned nine my mother, Lucy signed me up for music classes as soon as I was interested in the guitar. She did everything she could to help ease my pain and she could see music was the solution. I owe my life to my mother. If it weren’t for her and my love for music, I would probably be in jail. I know my anger would have driven me to a worthless, meaningless life where I would have sold drugs on the corner for Lucky’s mom, while getting high or worse I would probably be dead by now from an overdose.

  Far away

  By JINKS, written by Danny Jay

  I was left behind, never far away, you chose the other direction to be with them.

  I didn’t matter, as long as I was here, you disappeared into thin air realizing I was the thorn in your stem.

  Why I didn’t matter I’ll never understand, why I was left behind just to be the ghost of your past

  It hurts like hell being number zero, no future, no past, nothing to give, nothing to last

  An illusion at it’s best, second to nothing was this a test

  Far away, Far away

  Heartbeat away, Heartbeat away

  Take me home, Take me home

  But I’ll never be enough to travel inside that shadow you call love

  Never enough inside that shadow you call love.

  You never gave me a chance at proving myself, what makes a man do that to their own flesh and blood.

  Give or take, give or take, what did we do to shatter our family, make me understand how we became your flash flood.

  Memories fade, hurt must remain, I’ll never forget the look in her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

  We couldn’t do anything to make you come back, marking my scars deeper which shall never speak

  I’ll never be enough

  An illusion at it’s best, second to nothing was this a test

  Far away, Far away

  Heartbeat away, Heartbeat away

  Take me home, Take me home

  But I’ll never be enough to travel inside that shadow you call love

  MY HEAD WAS EXPLODING WITH intense pounding, I was in pure agony. I woke up in one of the roomy hotel suites at Montgomery Suites in San Diego California. I was not sure what time of day it was; morning - afternoon - night? Fuck, I didn’t even have a clue why I was in this room. I just knew I woke up on some couch, smelling like a cat had pissed on me. I don’t have any recollection of the night before. I know I went to Faith’s get together because Lucky wanted me there. I had a drink or two to cope with being in her hotel, after that who knows how many drinks I poured down my throat? I just knew I was a total mess and there was a very hot, beautiful woman handing me a few pain pills and a glass of water. Damn, my mouth was like sandpaper, it was disgusting.

  She introduced herself as Harmony - like music off my tongue - and said she spent the night in the room just so she could keep an eye on me. What? Why the hell would she do that? We don’t even know each other. I had such a hangover I couldn’t think of the questions to find out her intentions. I did not need to ask how I got here. She quickly gave me the rundown about how the guys from the band hauled me up here after I fell flat on my face, passed out cold downstairs at the hotel. She was the one who found me. Great. Just perfect. Not only had I been drunk off my ass and probably made a total fool of myself, but a dark eyed, brunette with a slinky, hour glass body decided she would be my rescuer and caregiver. I’d really love to know why she would go to such trouble for a jerk like me? Through my glazed, tired vision I had a feeling I was in deep shit. I was attracted to her. She saw me at my lowest and I couldn’t even remember what happened the night before. I embarrassed myself in front of this hot chick. It was not my finest hour.

  Harmony

  Harmony

  Harmony

  Music off my tongue.

  Serious deep shit.

  Since that one disastrous evening I passed out at her hotel, I avoided Faith as much as possible. I was in the dog house with Lucky, because of how I treated Faith that night. Thing is, I don’t remember a thing about that night, but apparently I was pissed off and told her all about how we have the same father and that he left me to go be with her. I wish I could take it all back, but what’s done is done. I still feel the same toward her, so I guess it doesn’t make any difference how she found out. Even though I apologized to Lucky about how things went down between me and Faith, he still doesn't trust me. He wanted me to make nice with her and to start treating her as my sister. That shit just isn’t happening. No way was that ever going to take place, not in my lifetime it won’t. I just wish she would go away.

  For the last five years I haven’t had to worry about seeing Faith. Lucky and I were on fire with our songs, the band was becoming well known in San Diego, and we were finally signed to a label. It was the best time of our life. Shortly after getting signed we got offered to join King’s Fate, one of the biggest rock bands around, to go on their tour. They wanted JINKS to open for them every night for four months, all around the United States. Fucking epic! Moving away from Arizona made things better for us. We were able to start over, make a new name for ourselves. Faith was no where near us, hovering over Lucky every Goddamn second of the day, crying about her daddy not being fair. I believed with everything I had that Gordon would have ruined our careers. He had money, power, things that could definitely hurt Lucky and his mother. I felt bad for my best friend, I really did. I didn’t like to see him be blackmailed, it was fucking messed up. Yet, I would have done the exact same thing. Scares me as to why my head would agree with such a dirty game. I’m not an evil guy. I just don’t like Faith. I don’t like knowing she’s my sister. I don’t like looking at her because we look too much alike. She reminds me of what I didn’t have growing up - a father.

  Two days before we left to go on tour, Lucky volunteered JINKS to play for Faith’s big Grand Opening evening. He’s the nice guy. I would have said no, but then I’m not a nice guy anymore. Hell was I ever a nice guy? I have been angry my whole life. More so since she’s come back into our lives, I’ve become a bigger asshole. I’m sure the guys think I’m a big baby, but I don’t really care. I’m in this for the music. It’s the only thing I have to keep me going, and the only thing I look forward to everyday. I thrive on music and will play at any place Lucky asks of me - even if it’s at his girlfriend's party. I ran into Faith’s mother a couple times during the evening. We didn’t say anything to one another, because I gave her the evil eye and she looked scared to death of me. I don’t remember her at all from Faith’s dinner party, though I was told she was there. There was something familiar about her that I couldn’t place. Didn’t matter though, she was just the bitch who took my dad away from my mother.

  I had almost completely forgotten about Harmony. At first I thought I had dreamt about her, but the second we finished a few numbers, she appeared out of nowhere. She was on the dance floor caught up in the music. The DJ had immediately picked up where we left off, and the crowd was moving again. As I was coming off stage, I watched her swinging those sexy hips. Even through my hazy memory I could never forget them. I wanted to get behind her, place my hands on those wide humps and grind against her. Instead I took a stand back against the far wall, in a dark corner, and watched her move. I was mesmerized by her. She really knew how to get it on, like she was born to dance for my eyes only. That’s exactly what I was doing, I was pretending she was dancing only for me. Her long brown, flowing hair reached the end of her spine, bouncing off of her back as she swayed back and f
orth in her short silver dress, with green printed flowers; a silver flowered belt fit high above her waist, enhancing her curves and giving her shape an exquisite touch. Her arms were up in the air, hiking up her dress so those long eccentric legs of hers were more exposed. Hell, I was in more deep shit than I ever thought I’d ever be. How could this woman draw me in like this. I don’t have time to get sucked in by a woman right now. We’re going on tour in less than a day, I can’t have feelings or start a relationship. However, Harmony had no idea how much she turned me on, I was enraptured with her. The sweat was now glistening on her forehead, her cheeks were flushed cherry red from the heat. Fuck, she was laughing and twirling around, giving me a show that was hard to turn away from. My dick quickly hardened, and my breathing escalated. What was she doing to me? Why was I so drawn to this exotic woman? I have no idea what I was thinking, but I followed my desires and moved to her; my head demanding I get behind her and feel her heat - right this minute.

  It was as if everyone had disappeared and we were the only two people out on the dance floor. I blocked out all visions around me and focused on the one thing I couldn’t get away from. I was right behind her, so close I could feel her heat generating off her skin. I started moving, unaware that the others around me were giving me access to get even closer to her. My hands were itching to touch her, I couldn’t wait to dig in. I am a total jerk for even wanting to get my dirty paws on her hips, but I couldn’t help myself, she’s gorgeous. She flinched, startled by the touch of my fingertips as they melted into the fabric of her dress. She didn’t stop moving as I pulled her close so her back was pressed against my front and my hardened crotch landed at the top of her ass. She felt so amazing against me as we grinded together. My hands tightened on her hips while we both moved back and forth, setting off the hottest scene ever imaginable. My mouth was so close to her ear I knew she could hear how hard I was breathing and how much I wanted to slide my finger up her dress, inside her panties and feel how wet she was for me. It was such a fantasy, but maybe I could actually get away with it? Am I such an asshole that I would even think of violating Harmony right here on the dance floor? Would she kick me in the balls if I took that chance? I took a deep breath and tried to calm my cock. I stayed out of her panties for now. It took all my self control to keep from wanting to get myself inside her. From the corner of my eye, I could see her licking her full lips. I almost twisted her around to get a bite out of that bottom lip of hers. It was as if we were in sync; she placed her hands on top of mine and laid her head against my chest and dug her ass deeper into my junk. With that movement lightning had struck, forcing me to go to a place I never thought I would ever go to. As we moved, my hands left her hips and glided their way up to her tits, squeezing them. They were so soft and so right for my hands. I had no idea tits could be this perfect. Her reaction wasn’t negative to my touch, instead she jolted her body harder into my hold, letting my mouth nearer to the side of her neck. I removed one of my hands from her tits and lightly took her hair away from the side of her neck and slowly bent down and licked her. As if my dick couldn’t get any harder. I could feel her gasp from the sudden connection, her arms went straight above us and around the back of my head, giving me more freedom to taste her. The salt from her sweat landed on my tongue and shit it tasted so good, she felt so amazing against me and on my tastebuds I wanted more of her this instant. The beat to the music gathered our movements so perfectly it was as if we were meant to be molded together; one hand on her rounded tit, and the other tangled in her brown waves while I licked, kissed and sucked her pulsing neck all the while we moved to the beat of the music. I breathed in her scent as I continued to devour her skin, I couldn’t get enough of her. I have never felt anything like this in all my life, I was spent and completely pussy whipped. Harmony sensed my desperation and turned around to face me. We were still molded together, but now we were face to face, breath to breath and eyes matching the same aroused, eccentric and frenzied stare; she had the most unbelievable, almond shaped, deep brown eyes I had ever seen. They were so dark and heated I could almost see my reflection in them. Why I was so drawn to her I’ll never know. I brought my hands to her hips, once again and drew her tits closer into my chest. She bit her bottom lip. It sent me over the edge. I just knew I had to have her. Once her arms wrapped around my neck I instantaneously bit into her protruding bottom lip, making her aware I was completely and honestly infatuated with her. Our lips parted and opened for the access of our tongues to play this outrageous, bold dance, that was intoxicating and….fucking epic. Sweet as hell, she felt so good, tasted like mint and alcohol, I couldn’t stop my frenzy. I kissed the hell out of her, and tightened my grip letting her know how much she turned me on. Our kiss deepened, tongues entangled the other, exploring all the possibilities we could be united together. Yet something broke the connection. My thoughts started racing. I couldn’t get involved with her, or anyone. Being away on tour, being hounded by beautiful women would not make this easy for me or for Harmony. I don’t know her at all, but what I do know for sure is… she doesn’t deserve my absence. I have no idea what’s going to happen when I’m away. I may end up fucking other women, which meant I couldn’t trust myself. I couldn’t start this, whatever was happening between us, I had to stop. I could not lead her on. It wouldn’t be fair for her because right now I needed to focus on my career, first and foremost - not relationships. If Harmony was all that was on my mind I could not focus on my career.