Rules Of Different Games

Chapter 29- Get along

Devan

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"Drusuf, you fucking broke her."

It'd been two days and Ruthie was still crying off and on like she couldn't believe we actually loved and accepted her. I suppose in some way this was Ruthie growing. She hated emotions. She hated things like crying and feelings and talking. In a lot of ways she was a very closed off person. This to me just meant she really cared.

We made it home from LA late Friday night and went straight to Dru's from the airport. All week it felt like all we did was pack and cram things in uhauls and suitcases. In between Ruthie's crying and bossiness there were a few hours of good laughs and setting rules.

Dru and Ruthie were into rules. You'd think me being a true athlete liked them too. But I was a more of a fly by the seat of your pants kind of gal. Which apparently these two needed because otherwise we would be on a sex schedule and that wasn't going to happen.

At first they wanted to write our does and don't. For girls who didn't talk while mad I disagreed. So that didn't work. Then they wanted contracts. Nope. This wasn't a bdsm house, this was a 3 way relationship. So that was out. Then Dru tried to say we could only have sex when we were all present. Ruthie squashed that dream saying that we were always apart because of careers and that's not fair. So in the end we all agreed to love one another and take care of each other's needs as needed. And we would always sleep in the same bed and room. We weren't doing that separately which was one thing Miranda suggested that I did agree with.

When we got home around midnight the last thing I wanted to do was unpack. Dru though, I could tell she wanted to get it out of the way. We went to the laundry room and I, like the bastard I am, sat my suitcase down and turned around to leave the laundry room.

"Yo, there's two machines. Put your shit in one and then put the suitcase up." Dru told me in that tone of hers. Not the good one. The mean one.

"No." I told her, walking away to our bedroom.

"Yes." She screamed after me.

"Noooo....." I yelled down the hallway.

I could hear her following me and tried to slam the door in her face. She was fast and meaner than by tenfold and pushed the door so hard I thought it broke the wall behind it.

"If you break this house. I'll break both your faces." I heard Ruthie yell from the laundry room down the hall.

"Dru, I've done what you wanted me to all week. But right now my arm hurts and my brain is fried from all that discharge paperwork. I can wash the fucking laundry tomorrow." I told her, as I sat down to untie my combat boots.

"It'll smell by tomorrow. We are grown ass adults who sweat and shit. Come on. It takes five minutes to push the shit in the washer and put in the soap. Probably less than five minutes -"

"Oh, my fucking fuck, give it a rest, Drusilla." Ruthie yelled coming into the room, throwing Dru's suitcases at her, then mine at me.

"You didn't do your stupid fucking laundry either, Daddy. I did it. I do everything. That's why I cried all week. In saying yes I signed up to be not one, but two, people's servants. And neither of you can even cook or clean to save your damn selves." Ruthie roared at us.

Dru looked like someone took a pin and deflated her balloon. "I'm sorry, love. Sorry, Ladyfish. I'm just tired."

Ruthie nodded. "Me too. Let's shower then sleep."

I liked that idea. A lot. I thought about trying for sex since we hadn't done anything since that first night. But as we all curled into bed on top of one another, Dru as the big spoon, Ruthie in the middle and me on the outside. It felt so nice and cozy that we all just fell asleep.

I sort of loved my life. I sort of loved these girls who changed all the rules and all the games.

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Ruthie

I tried not to giggle as I fell asleep between my giants. I didn't cry because I was upset. I cried all week because I was full to the brim with love and didn't have a place for any of it to go. And now, with them within my reach, I didn't want it to go anywhere.

Eventually, I sucked up my tears. Eventually, I accepted that they loved me, and I loved them. I just hoped at some point they'd get along.