The Cost of Freedom Is High

Sappy Doesn't Work For You

I smiled, and shook my head.

"I already knew the baby was yours." I admitted.

Oh boy, that really threw him for a loop. The look on his face clearly was one of surprise.

"Are you joking?" He asked.

"No, I've known since I was at Michael and DJ's." I answered him.

"How exactly?" Kuza wondered.

"That would be self incriminating, I couldn't tell you that." I replied with a smile on my face.

"Seriously though all joking aside, I want to talk to you about it." Kuza said.

"Okay, what exactly do you want to talk about it?" I wondered.

"I guess within the whole picture I just want to make sure mentally and emotionally you're okay and able to deal with everything. Last night we found a letter that you wrote and it made us really question your mental state and your feelings about what happened with the baby. We don't ever want you to hurt in that sense." Kuza told me.

"I wrote that letter the night I told you guys what really happened. Frankly to be honest with you I haven't really put much thought into what happened." I admitted.

"How do you feel now looking back?" Kuza asked.

"I don't know, it sounds horrible, but I'm kind of relieved. I mentally fought myself with trying to figure out if I wanted the baby or not, but now that I'm here and can reflect I realize that it was probably for the best. I couldn't take care of a baby, and do this. Mentally I would've just gone off the deep end." I explained.

"You know we would've helped you right?" Kuza whispered.

"To be honest, before I really didn't think so. Now thought, in a somewhat fucked up way I finally get that if I really was in trouble you guys wouldn't let me go down." I replied.

"Why is that fucked up?" He wondered.

I sat there in silence for a few seconds, I wasn't going to go further into this topic.

"It doesn't matter." I whispered.

He got up, kneeled in front of me, and gently grasped my chin so that my eyes were staring directly into his.

"Everything about you matters to me, and all of us. Sure some of what we do you may not like, but one of the most important jobs that we have is to make sure you're still okay. If you were ever in real danger, we'd stop whatever was going on and make sure you're okay." Kuza replied.

I wanted this conversation to be over, it was getting sappy, and the last thing I needed was to start liking someone the way I had been getting comfortable around Tyler.

"This is getting sappy." I forced out a chuckle.

"Oh really? I think if we're going to talk about sappy we might bring up the fact that you actually went ahead and named the dog Peaches. It doesn't get more sappy than that." Kuza said.

"Whatever." I stated.

"Come on let's get up, and not just hang around down here." Kuza groaned, standing up and gently pulling me up with him.

"What the hell is that?" I asked, about halfway through the new punishment room.

"Needles." Kuza casually replied.

"Fuck no!" I exclaimed.

"Relax, it's not what you're thinking. In case you haven't noticed we have a few piercings ourselves and most of us are trained on how to do it properly. I'll give you a little hint and say that you're hair won't be enough of a disguise for Warped." Kuza answered.

"I hate needles." I grumbled.

"You don't seem the type." Kuza stated.

"I'm not the type for a lot of things." I admitted.

"We'll see about that. Actually now that I think of it, do you want to see something cool?" Kuza asked.

"What type of thing?" I wondered.

"A little addition we made to a few bathroom showers." Kuza answered.

"Okay." I muttered, a little unsure.

"I think you'll find it interesting." Kuza told me.

"We'll see about that." I replied.

We walked up the stairs, and down the hallway to one of the larger and nicer bathrooms that had a beautiful shower in it that could probably fit , no joke, 7-9 people in their comfortably. Thankfully I'd only been in there with one other person.

"Close your eyes, it adds effect." Kuza instructed me.

I did as he asked, and felt him direct my body with my shoulders so that I was standing in front of the shower door.

"Open."

My eyes shot open, and I started laughing like crazy.

"No way." I giggled, kneeling down and laughing at what I was looking at.

"How is this funny?" Kuza wondered.

I looked back up at the shower and once again saw the huge display of twister dots permanently placed on the shower floor and wall beneath the shower head. To the left wall there was the twister board with the color and limb, which was encased in some durable plastic.

"I accidently saw twister in a box, but I never thought it would be put in a shower." I laughed again.

"Yeah, Asking and FIR wanted something fun and different, so we came up with naked shower twister." Kuza told me, like it was nothing.

This was cracking me up.

"You're all nuts." I whispered.

"Would you like to play?" Kuza asked, opening the door for me.

"No. Quite honestly, I just want to actually go to bed." I told him.

"That can be done as well. For tonight I'll let you sleep on the couch. Let everyone settle in with the new, well everything." Kuza said.

"Thanks." I thanked him.

Nodding his head, he led me to the living room downstairs, gave me some blankets and pillows, and helped tuck me in a bit.

"You're like a cute little burrito." Kuza laughed.

"Excuse you, I'm wearing lingerie so actually it's sexy burrito to you." I joked with him.

"Alright, but either way just get to sleep and I'll see you tomorrow." Kuza said, bending down and kissing me on the head.

"Night." I whispered as he shut off the lights.

"Night, night, love."