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Skipper
Get your skinny arse up to the top of Ebony Falls NOW!
Fuckboy
Already on my way. I’m nearly there, but it’s gonna take a minute!!
“That’s it, beautiful. Nice slow deep breaths.”
I can hear her doing as I instruct.
Skipper
I’m on the phone with Kitten. She sounds unstable as fuck!
What the fuck happened?
Fuckboy
She was doing ok until some Redfield fuckers rocked up last night. They had a copy of the video!
Fuck.
“Do you think I’m sick, Ty?” Her voice sounds so small. Almost distant. Is she crying?
This is heartbreaking. I just want to wrap my arms around her and protect her from everything.
“No, Kitten. Never. We all have baggage. Yours should never have happened, but it did, and for that, I’m sorry. You deserve more. You deserve a life filled with unconditional love and happiness.” I hope she can hear the sincerity in my voice.
“How can I have that, though? I’m not normal. I’ve always been different.”
“Different doesn’t mean bad, Kitten. Why are you concerned about that now? You’ve always embraced your individuality. No one messes with Rhys George. She’s a strong woman. A queen. Where has she gone?”
“I don’t know. She fled when Julie started contacting me, I guess.”
“She’s still in there, beautiful. Things have been tough lately, but that brave warrior is still there. She just has to fight harder at the moment. It’s ok for her to get tired and need to take a moment to reflect or scream or cry. In fact, that’s probably the healthiest thing for her. For you.”
“It hurts.”
Fuck. There is so much pain in those two words. Her voice cracks as she speaks like she is fighting against her tears.
“I know. Sharing your hurt with me and your boy band will help, Kitten. Let us take some of your pain, too.”
“I’m not sure how to do that.”
“You already are. By talking to me, and to them. Opening up. Letting us in. Sharing your fears and secrets.” I lay my phone on my tallboy and look at my reflection in the small mirror sitting on top. I have dark circles under my eyes. Fucking hell, I feel like I’m aging five years a day right now, yet somehow, I also feel like I’m only a couple of years older than the girl on the other end of the phone.
“Information is power, Ty. Aren’t I just opening myself up to more potential hurt if I share my baggage? What if things don’t work out? Won’t my darkest secrets be used against me?”
“Some people would do that, but I have to admit, those boy-band-wannabes seem pretty into you. I think they would rather cut their own peewees off than hurt you.”
That scores me a slight giggle through the phone. It’s not much, but I can just imagine her dark eyes crinkling at the corners and those full lips quirking up at one side.
“They have names, you know. And let me assure you, there are no peewees in sight. They are all man, thank you very much.”
“Not as man as me.” The caveman in me wants to beat on my chest as if it would prove my point.
“I miss you. I know I shouldn’t say that, but it’s true.”
