TruthI got it now, why Ruined always had a grin on his face every time I saw him. Three weeks I had woken up with Cali wrapped around my body every morning. Or found her in the kitchen, brewing coffee with her hair sticking up in every direction. A thoroughly fucked look making her face look serene. So yeah, I got it. ,I liked having a woman around. And Wicked did as well. Even if he would never say so out loud. I could tell. Not that my older brother was here all that often. He was pretty good about making himself scarce. Apart from that one time, when he had walked in with Gent, I had been eating her out when she was sat on the kitchen counter. Both of them had thought it was hysterical and I had wanted to visit violence on the pair of them. The only reason they hadn’t felt my fist connecting with their faces was that they had left pretty quickly. After several obscene comments about joining in or at least watching.“Morning.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pressing my
Cali“He said what?” Gem froze from her place behind the bar, the empty glasses in her hand forgotten as she turned to where I was perched on stool, my arms crossed on the wood as I waited for her afternoon shift to finish.Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself. There was a freedom to being here. I had felt it from the first moment. This was a place where you could just be …. well just BE. There was no judgement. “Truth said what?” She repeated when I didn’t answer quick enough.“He said he had something important to ask me.” I took a sip of the cola in front of me. I wasn’t above day drinking. I had done more of that than was healthy over the last few weeks. But I didn’t want to be falling asleep on Gems sofa before six because I was steaming.Doing that was a great way to have the piss taken out of you forever. A lesson I had learnt the hard way my first week. I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. “Important to ask you?” The glasses slipped from her fingers and crashed to the flo
Cali Truth.His name seemed to haunt me, but it was nothing compared to the nightmares I had every night since he had pulled a gun on me. Nightmares of his cold dead eyes as he pressed that deadly piece of metal against my forehead. Only in my dreams, he hadn’t let me walk away in my urine soaked panties. He had pulled that trigger.Every single night he pulled the trigger over and over again.Weeks had passed since the day my whole world imploded. And I tried to skip back into my old life. I really tried, but nothing felt right. This wasn’t my home anymore.I went through the motions. I got up, showered, and dressed, I went to work every morning with a forced smile on my face. I even socialised with my flatmates and friends, and then I fell into bed and cried myself to sleep.I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t carry on living this half-life. “You can do this,” I told myself as I swiped the mascara over my lashes. “Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, you know.” My
TruthI was a mess. I had been a mess since the moment I had found out. Sure I kept my agony locked deep down inside of me. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Buried within.I had pulled a gun on her. On Cali. I had pressed it against her skin, and she had been so scared she had wet herself. It wasn’t the first time I had made someone piss themselves, but it had been the first time I had done it to a woman. And not just any woman. A woman I loved.I hadn’t let her explain. I hadn’t given her a damn chance to say anything. And I should have. I should have done a lot of things differently. Maybe I would have done them differently if I had allowed myself to actually listen to her. I had been so obsessed with hearing the truth that I had been blind to the truth right in front of my face.Cali.Everywhere I had turned, there were memories of her. Her clothes in my closet, her damn pink, purple wig on my nightstand. I couldn’t get away from her. My sheets smelt like her perfume. And I
CaliI kept myself together the entire time I was in the same small cramped room as Truth. I wasn’t sure how I had done it, but somehow I did.“Cali?” Layla’s voice was startled as I crashed through the front door. My legs buckled before I even had time to shut it, and I crumbled to the floor in a heap. Sobbing uncontrollably.“Cali.” My best friend in the world was there in a second. Kneeling beside me, she pulled my head into her dressing gowned breast. “Cali, what is it?”I couldn’t speak, I could barely breathe. All I could do was sob. Great wracking sobs that made my chest hurt and my throat sore. “Cali, come on babes. Talk to me.” Gently she pulled me to my feet, and I let myself be lifted. Just like I let myself be lead over to the sofa. Loosing one of my heels as I went. “What’s happened?” Layla’s hands went back around my shoulders.“Truth.” His name ripped out of my mouth. It was the only thing I could say.Layla’s eyes blazed. “Did he hurt you?” She looked around like he w
TruthI shot a glance towards my brother as we both rested on our bikes outside the apartment, Cali shared with her roommate.Ruin had run some checks. She lived with a woman called Layla. A friend from university. No criminal record. Not that really mattered to me. I wasn’t that much of a hypocrite. But I had wanted some checks done on her. Boyfriends and such. Mainly I just wanted to know what kind of men were about Cali. Jealousy?Most definitely.He raised his chin. “That her?”I glanced down at the information Ruin had sent over. Namely, the make and model of the car, the roommate drove. “Yeah.” Slowly I moved away from my bike, standing in the middle of the pavement. I knew the moment Layla saw me. Her eyes flicked for a second between Wicked and me as he stood next to the bikes and widened into saucers. Our eyes met as her shoulders straightened. I knew that look she was gearing herself up for battle. And I was the enemy. “Can I help you?” Her voice was clear as she slippe
Cali“Are you sure this is going to be ok?” I couldn’t help but be nervous. Gemma’s tiny apartment was like a safety blanket. I didn’t want to leave behind. Going outside was risky. She might have said everyone was fine with me now, but that didn’t make it true. Gem wasn’t club. I doubted she had insider information. “Cali, you have been cooped up for two days. People are starting to notice that I have been coming home straight from work.” She gave me a pointed look, and I couldn’t help it, I giggled.“You are such a party animal.” I rolled my eyes. “You knows it.” Her laughter joined mine, but she sobered almost instantly. “Seriously Cali, you need fresh air. We could take a walk. Maybe go and get coffee or “ her eyes found mine. “Maybe we could go to Cooks?”“No.” That was the last place I wanted to go to. I was more likely to run into Truth there then anyway else. What a walking talking contradiction. I had come here to talk to him, but now I was here. I was petrified. “Not Cook
Truth Chelsea was a pain in the ass. But we had a job to do. Fender wanted her at Cooks, where everyone was waiting to celebrate her birthday with her. He wanted to buy her, her first legal drink, which was funny all by itself. Everyone knew Chelsea had started drinking way before she was eighteen. Most of us had got her out of more scrapes than I could remember. Fender would call her a wild child with a proud look on his face. I would call her a pain in the ass. And she was still a pain in the ass when we pulled up in front of Cooks. Wicked got off his bike first, his face grim. Not that I could blame him. I would have a face like that as well if I had just had her at my back for hours. “I want to go home.” She whined as she climbed off the bike. “Fender wants you here.”“I don’t care, do you always do what my dad wants?” She pursed her lips. A stubborn look on her face. “Yep.” I didn’t even think about it. I upended her over my shoulder. Ignoring her pathetic whines to let her