Page 92 of Choosing My Happiness
“I thought she just needed space after Junior’s death,” I snapped.
“Did you ask? Did you look for her?” Horse pressed the point. I didn’t realise how fierce his eyes could get until now. There was a lot of anger held in them. “Fuck me. Blaze, if she was mine, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight. I’d do everything in my power to make sure she’s happy and never wants space. I want tobeher safe space.” Horse paused, then shook his head. “You’ve never given a shit about her feelings, have you? As long as everything is fine in your fairytale world, then you’re fine. Fuck me, you’re a loser.” Horse struggled to his feet and limped off in disgust.
“He’s wrong,” I told Bear, who shook his head.
“Nope, he’s right. You’re a delusional loser.” Bear threw back the glass of soda he was nursing.
“Why the fuck are you sitting here with a loser then?” I sneered.
He put down the glass and returned my sneer. “I’m babysitting. Making sure you don’t get extra stupid and ruin Daisy’s life again.”
I felt blood rush to my face in anger. Bear was a big bastard, but that comment needed retaliation. I stood, but Bear was faster. Somehow, I was face down on the table with my arms jacked up behind me.
“Don’t fucking try it, asshole. I’ve been waiting for an excuse to shove your head through a wall, just for the way you’ve treatedthat woman. One move and I’ll get to do it,” Bear hissed behind me.
A cold shiver flowed down my back, sobering me up. Bear joined the club long after Daisy left, and yet he was willing to throw down for her. What stories had he heard?
Then my nightmare continued. Midwife and Daisy came out from the rooms, and Bear yanked me up so I could see them clearly.
“He deserves her,” Bear snarled at me. “Don’t you dare fuck it up for them.”
It felt surreal. Daisy looked freshly fucked, and glowing. Her hand was firmly gripping Midwife’s, and he was glancing at her like Dad looked at Mom. My heart felt like lead.
“They’re going to have a baby together, and he is going to do what you never did. He’s going to treat her like an ol’lady with respect and appreciation, and she’s going to stay with him,” Bear continued his hissed tirade.
All I could do was watch as Midwife turned to Daisy and kissed her, then he spun her around like a dancer.
She was wearing a kutte. She was wearinghiskutte. She was laughing, and smiling, and proudly wearing his kutte.
“Go home Blaze. You smell like shit. No one wants you here anyway.” Bear spun me and pushed me to the door, before shoving me outside.
I heard the lock snap shut behind me.
I was alone. Daisy had moved on. She’d left me.
She wasn’t allowed to do that!
* * *
I found myself banging on Shaquilla’s door, instead of goinghome. Her face was pure fury as she yanked open the door.
“What the fuck do you want? Dylan’s sleeping.”
“I need a lawyer,” I blurted out. “The divorce hearing is in two weeks, and I need to stop Daisy.”
“Are you fucking mad?” Shaquilla screwed her face up. Her hair was bright red, glowing against her skin.
“Didn’t you say your cousin was a lawyer or something? Come on, Shaq, I need some help. Daisy just accepted Midwife’s kutte. She’s having his baby.”
Shaquilla barked out a laugh. “Wow.” She blinked and then smiled. “Good on her. He’s decent.”
“No, it’s not good. I’ve got to get her back. She’s mine,” I pleaded.
Shaquilla folded her arms and leaned against the door frame. “Really? You sure about that? Because it sounds to me like she’s Midwife’s now.”
My breath caught in my throat. Shaquilla was my best friend. She always stood by me, even when I was wrong. I needed her help.
“Please Shaquilla, I need something to go my way. I need Daisy back. She’s the only good thing I’ve got left of Matchstick. Even Molly’s turned crazy.”
