Someone tell me why Heather wanted to talk to Bree.
Actually don't, I already fucking know.
I feel sick.
Bree stands next to Angelo, eyes wide.
"I'm sorry!" She says. "I know I was supposed to stay here but there was this little kid and she couldn't find her family and the security guard didn't want to help her and I couldn't not do anything so then I went to help her, and I'm sorry, okay?"
What?
I look at her confused and she looks confused back.
What does this have to do with Heather?
I'm assuming she told Bree what happened at the graveyard?
"You're not mad at me?" She checks.
"No, now why are you not mad at me?" I counter.
"Mad about what?" She wrinkles her nose.
"About what Heather told you?"
"Who the fuck is Heather?"
I'm so fucking confused.
"Yo, you two are giving me a headache!" Angelo says and we both ignore him.
"Heather? The crazy woman who was just talking to you?" I prompt.
"Excuse me, sir, Joey needs to talk—"
"Give me a minute." I snap and the security guard steps back.
"You mean Lotta's cleaner?" Bree raises an eyebrow.
"Lotta?" I pull a face. "As in Lotta your landlord?"
Why the fuck is Heather cleaning Bree's landlord's place?
I know she only got that job after the graveyard incident.
That's so fucking creepy.
"Did she...did she tell you?" I grimace.
"That you fucked her?" Bree blinks. "Yeah, she told me."
"And you don't care?" I check.
"Why would I care?" She scoffs, then smiles. "You're just my friend."
Friend?
Friend?
"Sir, you really need to come with me, Joey's getting mad." The security guard says, holding an earpiece to his ear.
"Did she—"
"Yes, she told me you called her angel and gave her a pink lighter, I know, and I don't care." She shakes her head.
Why doesn't she care?
"Sir—"
"Shut the fuck up, can't you see I'm busy right now?"
"Hey," Bree places a hand on my arm. "Go, finish your fight, we can talk in the locker room when you're done."
"But—"
"Calm down, stop being dramatic, and just win already." She says exasperated.
There's a secret passageway under the cage that leads to a basement.
That's where Joey is, he watches the fight from all angles to observe how I'm doing, then tells me what to expect from my next opponent.
There's no time for that right now.
Someone tries to touch my shoulder, and it's only when I punch them that I realize how mad I am.
"Medic!" Someone yells and I get in the cage.
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The Lonely Hearts Club
RomanceHaunted by memories of her past, Bree has hidden herself away from society. Plagued with horrifying nightmares both in sleep and reality-she cannot do it anymore. Hades, a ruthless fighter and charming security guard is instructed to look after her...
