Page 2 of Bee

Cage made sure I could barely get out of my bed my legs had been so weak from all the loving he gave me. The great part about it was he didn't even have to be told. I didn't have to ask him to please me, it seemed like it was all he wanted to do.

I know I shouldn't have let my heart get mixed in to what we have going on but I couldn't stop myself. He was the type of man I thought I wanted. The type of man who was going to show me that not all guys were the same.

Turns out he's exactly like everyone else and I'm nothing more than just a stupid little girl.

"Just don't leave. Give us another day. That's all I'm asking for." My shoulders tremble as I cringe at the sound of me begging for him to stay. How did it come down to this.

"I can't. I just can't, Bee."

The desperation and want I feel inside me quickly turns into anger. Once again I'm up on my feet. If he won't even pretend to care about me I can treat him like an enemy. "You fucking coward." I screech as I lunge in his direction and start beating on him again. "I hate you! I hate everything about you!" I'm losing my shit and I know it but I can't stop myself. The emotions with being discarded once again have me going insane.

"Stop!"

Cage shoves me back off him and this time when my bottom hits the bed I roll backwards and grab for that damn flickering light. The small lamp is hurling through the air before I can stop myself. My aim is true but Cage's reflexes are better. He lifts his arm at the last second and lamp strikes his forearm instead of his head like I wanted it to.

The fact that I missed my target only makes me more incensed. Jumping up and over the bed like a banshee, I rush him but this time I can see the anger blooming on his face. Cage has had enough. Just as I get close enough to him to land another punch, he grabs me by my throat and pushes me back to the wall with a hard thud.

He slams his lips down on mine but I know this isn't to restart what he's already deemed over. This is just to calm me down. It works.

It's a lie. It has to be a lie. My heart squeezes inside my chest. I can't believe he's doing this to me. I'm broken and as hard as I try after hearing him say those words to me I can't stop the tears from falling. The stream down my face and he leans forward to kiss them away.

How can he be so tender and sweet and still leave me? How can he be everything I want in a man but at the same time the one who's broken me down like no other.

All the fight I had seeps out of my body. I quit. If he wants to go so be it. My body slowly slides down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor. I don't want to watch him leave me. I can't handle it.

Cage gathers the rest of his things and with one final look in my direction, he opens the door and walks out.

It's over.

Quickly I dry my tears and race over to the window. Maybe if I see another woman it'll make me feel better. It'll prove he was only ever a liar. I could accept him being a liar.

I pull the drapes back and am startled by what I'm seeing. Cage didn't even make it to his bike. He's surrounded in the parking lot by what looks like undercover police officers.

My first reaction is to run out and see what's going on but I stop myself. He told me we were done.

Almost as if he knew I'd be looking for him Cage turns his head slightly in my direction and locks eyes with me before he delibertly shakes his head no. He doesn't want my help.

That's good for him because I've got no help to give him. I've got nothing for him or for anyone else. I'm empty.

I cross my arms over my chest as I watch the cops say a few things to him before they cuff him and put him in the back of a police car. The second they drive off with him out of my life all the emotions that were bubbling up inside of me flutter away and I'm at peace with what's happened.

Cage might not have been the man I wanted him to be, but he definitely proved at least one thing. I'll never give my heart away again.

My body, sure. But my heart, that is locked away forever, and I'm going to burn the key to ash.

2

Bee

Several years later

"Woo! Let's party!"

The men at the bar laugh and toss back the shot that I've bought everyone. Rye and Barley is one of my favorite bars, but it hasn't always been like that. When I first started coming here it was nothing more than a dive bar. The owner has done a little renovating, added in a jukebox, and suddenly the flow of patrons has become a steady stream of what I like to call party animals.

My kind of people.

What's better is I rarely have to worry about getting home. I'm close enough to the clubhouse that if I do get too inebriated one of the girls can just ride down and get me.

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