Tragic Intuition: The Blue's #2

Chapter Six

Copyright by Joelle Blue ©

Fiona

"I need to get out of this house!" I yell into the empty room, ready to start pulling my hair out. I've only been locked in here for a week and Drum already finds excuses to leave any room that I'm in. It doesn't help the Drum's house is so incredibly boring. There's no character, color, nothing. I often wonder if he even lives here or if it's just a place to say he lives in. Either way, I'm going crazy. I need to be busy, I need to work, and I need something else to think of besides Maze.

He's all I think about. In random moments of my day, the view I had of him when he was with Margie pops into my head making my heart ache. Then I remember the good times that we will never have again, like our hikes that we often took together or movie nights watching our favorite fantasies. I don't even think he likes fantasy movies, but he'd sit through them anyway. Then I start to feel regret for what I did with Ace. At the time I wanted him to erase the feeling of Maze's hands on my body with his own, but now I hate that Maze wasn't the last man to touch me, no matter how pissed I am at him.

Then, I get angry that I even think that way about a man that betrayed me like that. I haven't spoken to him or seen him since last week in Declan's office but there are so many questions I need to ask him. How long was he fucking Margie? Should I get tested? Is my little prisoner possibly knocked up? That thought makes me sick. I'm crazy, but I couldn't hurt an innocent child. Watching that woman grow Maze's child would put me in a constant state of rage. And despair. Especially since I couldn't kill her.

I haven't been allowed to go question her or play with her anymore, but Drum has assured me that she's been fed. She's going a little crazy being alone in the silence, but I don't care. Stupid choices come with some fucked consequences. Hers seemed to have started long before she moved here.

"You done?" Drum asks from the doorway and I glare at him.

"No, I'm not done. I refuse to reschedule anymore clients and I'm going into the shop tomorrow. I can handle myself, you know that, so locking me up in here is stupid. Let me take somebody with me. Pinto? Cigs? Anyone will do!" I know I sound irrational and shrill, but this is what he created.

He stares at me like he always does but replies. "Fine, I'll go with you."

I take a deep breath. "Thank you." He just nods. "I also want to go see Margie. I need to have a talk with Maze, too. See if she needs to take a... you know," I make a hand gesture but end up crossing my arms. He just nods again. I roll my eyes. "So, when can I go do that?"

"We can go to the club now. I've kept you here so you didn't end up killing anyone."

"Ha! Very funny. Tell me, brother, how would you act if you caught the woman you love getting railed by another man? Hm?" I raise my brows at him and put my hands on my hips.

"That won't be a problem." He mumbles.

"You never know. But enlighten me."
"I do know."

"Just because you don't want one doesn't mean you won't fall in love one day."

"It can be actively avoided." Just then, his phone chimes and he checks it before replying with lightning fast fingers.

"Foxy?" I ask and then a fucking lightbulb goes off in my head. "You and Foxy text a lot, yeah?"

He looks up quickly before going back to his phone. "For work, yeah." Truth. Darn it.

"Uh huh. Work. You sure 'work' a lot." I use my fingers for emphasis. Pissing someone else off when you're mad is fun.