Page 27 of Rage’s Rose

“Oh fuck.” Dragon says as he’s standing next to me.

Abby smiles at me before she hits me with the words I just so carelessly threw around, “Don’t worry, she doesn’t need your patch or your money. I bet you she has more money in her fucking pinky than you do. Also I’m sure she’ll get you that paternity test and not because she needs anything from you, but because that baby deserves to know their father. Even if he is the biggest piece of shit. You need to figure your shit out. Until then don’t come near her. Not that she will let you anyway. You fucked that up for yourself.”

She turns and walks away, pulling her phone out as she goes.

It doesn’t take long before Dragon opens his fucking mouth again, “I mean fuck. That is crazy. I feel like I should go buy a lottery ticket because I just predicted the fucking future. Man. I have so many questions. I mean for her to say that she has more money in her pinky than you do and that her family could bury you six feet under without anyone knowing, who the fuck is her family? Do you know?”

He turns his head and looks at me and honestly, I want to fucking knock him out. None of this is a fucking joke. If what Abby said was true, I need to get to Rose. I go to head out of the clubhouse, but Dragon grabs my arm and I stumble. Fuck. I shouldn’t have drank tonight. Why the hell do I do this shit to myself.

“You’re not going anywhere. Give her the night to calm down. Go up to your apartment or go to your house, but you are not driving. I can give you a ride back to your place if you want to head home, but I think you should stay here. I’ll walk you up to your room so you don’t do anything fucking stupid.”

I nod my head, “Don’t say anything to anyone, Cane. Please. I will tell people on my own time after I’ve talked to Rose.”

“I’m not going to say anything to anyone. In fact I’ll act like a surprised little dove when you tell everyone. Just get some sleep and fix it in the morning.”

I woke up the next morning with my head pounding and the urge to throw up. I reached over on the bed thankful to find out that I was alone. I don’t know how I got to bed, but I sure am thankful that no one came with me. It would be another mistake that would slowly kill me inside. I don’t want another reason to feel like I’ve betrayed a woman that I never promised myself to.

I roll over onto my back and memories from the night before assault me.

I love that pussy of hers, that’s for sure. She has a fucking golden one. But if she came here telling me she was pregnant, her golden pussy wouldn’t be enough for me to give her money and my patch.

I will make sure that you never stand a chance to be with her or her baby.

Baby.

A fucking baby.

What the fuck did I do?

Before I can even comprehend anything else that is happening there is a pounding on my door. I roll off of it and look down, thankful I am in the clothes I was in last night. When I open the door I don’t even see who it is before a fist connects with my face. When you're hungover and you just came to the realization you were completely dumb the night before, getting punched in the face shouldn’t be a surprise, but it absolutely is.

“What the fuck?!?” I say as I wipe the blood coming from the side of my mouth and when I look at who decided to clock me I am met with surprise that the person behind that fucking hit was none other than the short little pixie, Abby.

“What the hell was that for?”

She scoffs at me, “You don’t remember the shit you spewed last night?”

“My memories are a little hazy, but some of it has come back to me. I’m going to go find Rose and talk to her. Don’t worry, she will be fine. I’ll explain. I wasn’t in the right head space and honestly, my head is fucked up.”

“I really don’t need your damn excuses. I don’t want to hear shit from you. But you aren’t going to be able to explain anything to Rose any time soon. She’s fucking gone. You made her run. You’re no worse than that fucker Travis from high school. I mean sure, you’ve never fucking hit her or isolated her, but you sure as shit are an emotional terrorist.”

Everything she says makes me pause and tense up.

“Okay, first of all there is a lot of shit that I’m going to want more information on in that statement you just made.”

“Well, not my stories to tell so you aren’t getting answers from me, dipshit.”

“You know, I liked it better when Rose only had Liza, Peyton and Parker. They have a lot of shit going on in their own lives even. They wouldn’t come here and fucking hit me. You seem to need to get a fucking life.”

“Don’t make me fucking hit your stupid ass again. I’m not afraid of you and your stupid words. Obviously you’re just some fucking hurt little boy pretending to be a man. I don’t know who the fuck hurt you, but you would think that if that is true, you wouldn’t want to fucking hurt someone else.”

“Listen, bitch. You don’t know me. You don’t get to come in here and give your fucking opinions on my life.”

“No, I might not know you, but I sure recognize a lot of me in you. I might not know exactly what you’ve been through, but we all have our own shit. We all have our fucking demons and for some reason your ass thinks that you are just going to stew in yours. Rose isn’t going to wait around forever while you go back and forth between ‘I want her, but I don’t deserve her’ and the ‘I can be better for her bullshit’. You need to get your shit together. You’re going to be a fucking father. Start acting like one.”

She goes to turn around, but I grab her wrist.

“What did you mean she’s fucking gone?”