Holding Out For A Hero

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A broken heart can make a person behave many different ways. It can cause them to cry for days straight. It can cause them to feel so much anger that they carve revenge. It can cause them to learn it's better to move on than dwell in the past but in my case, it called for irrational thinking.

After confessing to Priscilla about my love towards Navy, I ran out of that house faster than any speeding bullet. Priscilla nor Finn dared to try and stop me. Both must have known that at this point trying to talk calmly wasn't possible.

My mind was racing to grasp the news. Benjamin chose Sonya. It shouldn't have been that surprising. Sonya was a tall, tan, and skinny beauty. I had just thought we'd grown closer after our experience at the Knight's old household.

Guess I was wrong.

I recalled Benjamin's kind words, the touch of his hands, and warm kisses. It was no wonder why I fell so hard. Nobody showed that kind of affection without a demand.

Bennie isn't cruel, a small piece of my heart begged myself to believe.

I held my aching body tight, eyes shut. How desperately I wanted to believe that thought but I couldn't be forgiving. He hurt me. He broke my trust and once you break my trust- I don't give it back.

"What would you do?" I asked the stars above.

The only response I got was the honking of car horns. The chaos was no clear answer so I laid flat on the Royal Times rooftop, twirling my eye-mask.

I wouldn't be needing it anymore but I couldn't find the will-power to throw it away. There was somethings the Lavender Queen needed to do that Rarity Homes couldn't.

Navy Night or not, I shouldn't have been wooing in heartbreak. My job was to protect my bumble-bee. The only way to do that is to wear the mask one more time.

I ran my jacket sleeve across my cheek once before wobbling to stand straight. The mask fell upon my face, hiding my more shattered identity. As Lavender Queen, there were no worries. Only anger.

****

An underground club, so cliche.

Thankfully, Max was still connected to the streets. If it weren't for his tip about the bikers and Dacio's meeting tonight I'd most likely have no idea where to go.

I watched from the farthest alley way as a crowd of leather jacket giants entered a so thought abandoned building. The idiots were playfully wrestling. Each head-locking the other.

The man near the front seemed to be the leader. His dark locks were greased back and his shoulders tense. No one in the group tried to mess with him and if someone had, I imagined their life be over pretty fast.

He lifted his fist and hit the heavy door once before stepping back. His deep voice mumbled to a blond on his left. Blondie grunted in response, patting his back pocket. They must have took precaution and armed themselves.

It was a good plan on their part. Dacio always asked for a no-weapon policy during meetings but this didn't mean he never pulled out his guns. Sick idiot never listened to any type of rule.

A woman in a black corset peaked out from behind the door. She begun to wetting her lips while checking out the leader. I could already hear her panties land on the floor