Just Let Go

Present Day - Darcy

Darcy

"I swear on all that is fucking holy Blake, you touch me one more fucking time tonight, then I will take that pretty little bike of yours out there and ride it straight into a fucking wall...with you tied to its exhaust by your sorry excuse for a dick, under-fuckin-stand?" I glared right at this prick, yeah sure he was hot as sin, with tattoos covering pretty much every part of his body you could see, but he was in my space, all the guys here knew my rule, they all tested it too. They only tried once. But this guy was new, so he had one chance, and I could tell by the uncertainty in his eyes that he wasn't sure to heed my threat or carry on being the knob jockey he currently was. It was at that point Cara chimed in, I had been waiting for her input,

"Believe her when she fucking says it Baby Blake, she will fucking do it, and I will be the one doing the tying, and I double knot, so you best listen..if that ain't enough, just ask Franky over there, he speaks from experience, ain't that right Frank!?"

The three of us all turned to look at poor old Frank who we'd landed this unexpected lie from, lucky for us, I always give him double measures on his brandy,

"You best watch them hands boy, why'd you think I speak a whole octave higher than any other bastard in here..i didn't listen" Frank hollered then got back to his darts and brandy, a few muffled laughs from some of the other guys solidified my lie, god I loved these blokes. Cara and I turned just about in time to see a pair of toned leather clad trousers and a tight black tee whisk out the door, shame baby Blake couldn't hack my rules, I wouldn't have minded eye fucking him for a little longer. Cara even stared a little longer than usual.

Cara and I were still giggling about our last victim when a familiar rumble of an engine pulled up outside, I poured the bourbon and fixed a lemonade for two of the three most special people in my life. Mr and Mrs Woods, or Mitchell and Mabs as everyone else knew them, strolled in and greeted a few of the patrons, then headed over to me with their regular drinks. Mr W was a tall man, broad at the shoulders and handsome for his fifty two years. Mrs W was his polar opposite, at 5ft 2 she stood low next to her husband, but she could run her mouth like the best of us. Her dark hair and dark eyes made her olive skin look even darker. She was a stunning woman on the inside and out. But most of all , their southern accents never ceased to warm my soul,

"Evening Darcy darlin'...how's she running tonight?" Mr Woods only ever referred to his bar as a she, must be a Texan thing?

"Not bad tonight Mitch, although I did mange to scare some poor newbie lad out, with a little help I may add" I waited for the shout and the scream, the punch and the kick, but it never came, it never would. These people loved me like I was their own daughter, and since meeting them, my fear gradually began seeping from my body, slowly, but it was fading.

Mr Woods sipped his bourbon slow but thick swished his glass in that way he did and asked,

"It's nearly ten at night D, and you're telling me you've only scared off one of my paying customers tonight? You feeling alright, usually theirs a queue to LEAVE my establishment when you're on shift" He full on belly laughed at his own hilarious wise crack, and a few other titters came from around the bar area. But I knew he was kidding, he always does when I'm around, Mrs W tells me it's a different story when it's my days off, apparently he's quite hard face prick, I just can't see it myself.

Warm arms cuddled me and the scent of cherry pie and bike fumes filled my nose as Mrs W poured some love in me. It was her scent and I fucking loved it.

"You and Cara best be getting home now, we've got it from here, it's only Wednesday, it will be dead and quiet in here within the hour, that is if Frank gets a move on!!" She hollered that last bit in Old frankys direction, which was returned with a wave of a middle finger and swish of a brandy.

"Okay then Mr and Mrs W, I guess we will see you Friday then." And with that, Cara and I made our way to Caras piece of shit car we named Bessie and made our way home, slamming the dashboard and throwing our heads around to Guns n Roses, Sweet Child o Mine. To other drivers we must have looked like a pair of raving lunatics both having simultaneous seizures, to us though, it was just how we drove home and Cara made sure we had it no other way, one of the many reasons I fucking loved that girl.

After finally listening to a few more songs, we went into the house we shared. It wasn't much, but for the first time in years I had a home, a home that I felt safe in and I could do no wrong in. If the washing up wasn't done, I didn't get smacked in the mouth, if his food wasn't ready when he wanted it, I didn't get punched in the stomach. The simple things huh? Cara and I sat and nibbled on some left over pizza and reminded ourselves of poor old Blake from earlier, as hot as he was, he really didn't stand a chance, the only people allowed in my space were the two old texans that saved my life and the one opposite me that saved my soul.

We said our goodnights and headed off to our respective rooms, I changed into my baggy NYPD t shirt and climbed into bed. Now for the part I hated, the worst part of my day, turning off the light. I hated it, the dark. I'd spent five years living in it, and was the one thing that was inevitable, so I did my ritual, the same thing I did every fucking night, I held my breath for ten seconds, turned my face into my pillow and reached for my light. I continued to hold my breath on and off and eventually the panic began to subside and sleep started to drift in. I loved it when sleep took over, as I was gone, gone to the world that had dealt me such a shit hand in life. I stopped thinking, I stopped caring. I was at peace.