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“Yeah. From what I heard, Julie said that Brian has been put into separation because of you, and she can’t contact him, so all bets are off, and you’d better watch your back.”
“Fuck. Is separation like solitary confinement or something?” I whisper, and she nods.
“I think so. It’s like isolation.” Char shrugs.
“Do you know if Cin went to the cops about the message?” I stand from the carpet and start pacing again.
“She did, yeah. They are sending regular patrols to drive by the house just to be safe.”
“I really need to speak with my guys,” I whisper more to myself than to Char.
“Oh, and the new pet? It’s been put on hold. Apparently, the girl they want to bring into the family is safe right now in a good group home, and since she’s only ever responded well to Cin and Will and no other foster carers, the home is happy to wait until things settle down here before releasing her to us.”
“How the fuck do you know this, Char?” I’m stunned, staring at my big sister, who always has more information than she needs.
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” She beams, standing from my floor and poking her tongue out. She giggles to herself as she slips back out my door, and I remain rooted on the spot in shock.
Brian is in isolation.
Julie knows it’s my fault.
All bets are off.
I need to watch my back.
The CEOs at Angel Org, Bec and Amanda, want to help me.
Evie Prattle wants to help me.
And when I can get my bullshit under control, I’m getting a new sister.
Let’s not even get started about the whole Vixen’s Lodge crap.
Fuck me! My brain can’t cope with this information overload.
I spend the next thirty minutes pacing my room, chewing on my nails and effectively destroying the black Night Magic polish. I’m cagey as fuck. I want out. I could go. Slip out my window and make a run for it. It’s not like I haven’t done it before, but the whole Tyler situation is causing me to hesitate. Even though my ‘rents haven’t said so, I’m scared that I’ll push them over the line, and they will expose Ty and go to the cops or send me away to live somewhere else, so I’m not their problem anymore.
The thing is, it’s really fucking hard to fight my urges. The need to fuck isn’t there, but the need to run into the arms of five particular males has me nearly screaming.
At some point, I start losing my shit and start dancing around my room to absolute silence.
Maybe I am crazy.
Even if I am, I’m not sure that I care.
I bounce on my bed for a while and try to nail a headstand, but never achieve that goal. Then I decide that perhaps an orgasm might help, so I go to my drawer and stare down at Big Jim.
“Hey big fella. You wanna play?”
He fucking doesn’t answer! How fucking rude of the silicone masterpiece!
Ugh! I can’t even get wet by looking at him. If I had my laptop, I could watch porn, but then I could also call my guys and have cam sex and fuck me; that sounds way better than Big Jim.
Oh my fucking God! Am I done with Big Jim once and for all? Have we come to the end of the line?
It’s a devastating thought.
“Don’t worry, Big Fella. I’ll introduce you to my men. We will get you in on the action in no time.”
