Page 42 of From the Darkness

That was when Stephen stormed out of the room in search of the original detective, who shockingly was out of town until tomorrow morning, the chief ended up coming in and telling the other detectives to leave it be until the original one came back and to release me.

“What do you do when boredom comes for you?” I mimic the voice of a scary movie narrator.

I have already worked my way through the entire horror movie collection, even one that had a woman kill some dude with finger guns in the opening scene. I yelled at the TV and I’m pretty sure the poor prospect had a heart attack. He ran into the room so fast with his gun drawn that if I had moved from my spot on the bed, I am pretty sure I would have been shot.

I have never blushed, then giggled so hard in my life. His, “Holy Fuck Fire, I thought I’d have to call for a cleaning crew. Don’t do that shit anymore,” made me break out into a full-on belly clutching laugh and then he stormed out of the room.

Once I caught my breath I yelled out, “I’m Sorry!” which got a returned, “Fuck off,” and I broke down into another fit of laughter.

Now here I sit with nothing but time on my hands and two men who have disappeared for a few days to do ‘shit for the club’.

“AHHHHHH!” I scream and want to run around like a lunatic, but I can’t because I tried it already and stubbed my toe.

I decided that I am going to go and get some chips and veggies to eat while I binge watch the latest fad TV show. Once I hit the open room, I see the two men that have been play games in my fantasies sitting on the couch in workout shorts with beers in their hands.

I snort and shake my head. How pathetic of me to think I was anything more than a willing participant. I grab the bag of chips and the tray of veggies and dip; I also grab the bag of tiny chocolate bars and march back into the bedroom. I hear them calling me, but at this point in time I honestly don’t care. I have so many questions that I want answered but I physically can’t deal with anymore hurt.

I turn on the new all-female prison show and get lost between the episodes, when I feel a body hit the bed.

“Hey baby, what are you watching?” Lucas asks.

“It’s called go fuck yourself,” I growl and focus back on the TV.

“What?” he whispers and tries to pull my attention away from the latest fight on the screen.

“Leave me alone, I will be healed enough in four days to go to my parent’s house then you and the other tool don’t have to hide in your own house. I can’t believe you didn’t have the balls to tell me you guys were done; you and asshole stay hidden from me. How pathetic am I? I fully believed you had ‘club shit’ to deal with these past few days? You were probably doing some muffler bunny and thought it better to hide from me. The worst thing you could ever show me is how much of a fucking coward you are. NOW. GET. THE. FUCK. OUT,” I screech and throw the clip from the chip bag at him.

“Sorry sweet cheeks, you’re in my bed,” he growls, and the use of that term makes me gasp and cringe.

“Yeah, so I am,” I whisper and get out the other side of the bed and pick up my phone.

“Daddy, can you please come and get me. I can’t be here anymore,” I whispered into the phone and have to quickly pull it away because he let loose a string of curse words to make the two big bikers blush.

I don’t collect my things, to me they are write offs, but I walk towards the door. Eagle tries to stop me, but I just shake my head and walk to the front door. Drills is asking questions of me and looking at Lucas, so I say my parting words.

“I could have put up with any answer you had for why you didn’t come see me as soon as you got home. Hell, I would have eventually gotten over my hurt and came to find you. What I will not put up with is being referred to by such a demeaning name. You of all people know what she did to me and know how much it caused me to hurt at her name, yet you use it like it’s second nature. I’ll be with my family until you pull your heads out of your asses and smarten up. Eagle, the worst thing you could have said was what you did. I love you guys, but I can’t be around you anymore.”

I walk out of the house and head straight up the driveway. I have never hated a nickname more than that one.

Chapter Forty-One

Drills

“What the hell did you say to her?” I growl to the man that I am standing in front of. I am panting, I’m so angry, my fist is in a tight ball, and I am hanging on by a fraying thread.

Eagle lowers his head and shakes it, then whispers, “I called her sweet cheeks.”

I cock my hand back and let it fly right into his left eye, and I watch as his eyes roll and he falls back onto the couch, before I yell, “You stupid fucker!”

I pace around the living room, trying to calm myself down before my dumb best friend wakes up, and I have the urge to make him go to sleep again. Why would he use that name with her. Fuck we talked about this, we agreed that name was banned from ever leaving our mouths, and the dumbass just uttered it to Amelia of all people. I hear a groan coming from the couch and it makes me stop and look over.

I see Lucas open his eyes and stare at the ceiling. “Fuck!” he whispers as his hands go to his head. “What the hell did I do?”

“Well, genius, let me enlighten you. We talked for days about not using that fucking nameand we are in the house no longer than an hour and you have already called our, of fuck I don’t even know if she is ours anymore because asshole you called her.”

I get up right above his face and whisper with a deadly tone,

“Sweet cheeks.”

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