Page 61 of Pyscho
"Nearly a year. You ambushed me with a welcome home party so this is perfect payback,” he admits, and I step back, smiling at his prospect cut, and nod before Anna kisses my cheek.
“Welcome home, sweetheart,” she says, and I side hug her.
“Thanks, Mama Lopez,” I mutter in return, and her eyes tear up.
I look around the room as Brick tries to take her in his arms, but she steps to the side, making me wince before I furrow my brows as I try to find Ivy, but everything in me deflates when I see she’s not here.
Damn.
I clear my throat and look at Blade. He tilts his head and says, “Are you tired?”
I nod slightly and he smiles and looks around the room and states, “Alright fuckers, let the man get to his room, he needs his rest,” he looks at Fury, “Help him.”
Fury nods and slowly guides me to the officer's rooms as Jewels shouts, “Hang on, we want a ride,” and the clubwhores giggle, but I just shiver in disgust and carry on walking.
“Fucking clubwhores, it’s like they’ve forgotten one of their own did all this,” Fury mutters as he turns to me. He points, “Don’t go there, I won’t tell you why, only that you’ll regret it if you do.”
I snort, “Brother, they don’t even interest me…” And carry on walking.
I’m not lying. They don’t, and honestly, they never did. I just needed to get my rocks off without breaking my friendship, which, by the looks of things, I already did.
I look around the room as I walk in. The gray sheets are neatly over the black bed frame. The walls are light, while the one behind the bed is black, and I swallow hard.
I don’t remember moving into this room, and I don’t recognize the shit in here.
Sighing, I walk further into the room, my eyes going to the picture of Ivy and me, and I smile, a memory I do remember on her birthday as Fury drops my bags. I say, “I’ll sort them out later, brother. I think I need a lie down.”
“You got a headache?” he asks, and I hum taking a seat on my bed and he nods to my bags, “Your pain meds are in the front pocket,” as he walks over to a mini fridge I didn’t notice and takes out a bottle of water, placing it on my nightstand.
“Thanks, brother,” I mutter. He nods, looking at me with concern and I say, “Go spend time with your daughter,” and he freezes while my mouth parts.
“Fuck you have a daughter, that I watch a lot,” I gasp and he grins, replying, “Tate is going to be fucking thrilled that you remember her,” and I shake my head with a small smile as I slowly lie down and he says, “Here’s your phone,” placing it on my nightstand, “You fucking call if you need me.”
I hum and ask, “Can you lock my door for me? I don’t trust the clubwhores.”
He nods and looks over me one more time before sighing and leaving, locking the door as I asked behind him.
I side eye the picture again then sniff hard before I mumble, “Fuck it,” and I grab my phone.
I wouldn’t have slept with her if I didn’t believe deep down there was a chance for us and I certainly wouldn’t have branded her on my skin, something only a brother does if they see the girl as their forever if I didn’t believe deep down, she would have ended up being mine.
I unlock my phone, and a photo of Ivy asleep in this bed, the night I was shot, comes into view, the sheet covering her body, and my heart races.
I found it when I was trying to figure shit out and I had a flashback. My face was between her legs but again, I haven’t questioned anyone about it knowing they’ll say fuck all, instead I put the picture as my home screen which was of Ivy and I on my bike when she was sixteen.
I press Ivy’s number before putting the phone to my ear.
“Hey,” she answers quietly after the fourth ring, “is everything okay? Are you okay?”
I smile slightly.
For the past week, we’ve only texted, but it’s been few and far between, and I hate it with a passion.
I miss my girl.
“I got discharged, and guess who isn’t here?” I answer her, and she sighs.
“I’m sorry, I-I, I just…” She stutters but stops, clearly not wanting to lie to me.
