Black Hour Glass | Calliope • MJ | DISCONTINUED!!!!

4. Sweet, Sweet, Calliope

TWO WEEKS LATER

I was almost stumbling into my apartment after having worked over twenty-four hours in the hospital with maybe a total of one to one and a half hours of sleep. I was exhausted, hungry, and my feet were practically on fire. But before going to my bedroom I lagged into my kitchen and grabbed the box of frosted flakes from on top of my refrigerator.

I now had groceries, but that was only because of Caleb and Michael. They saw how bare my fridge was and Caleb chastised me about it until Michael sent one of their four men, whom I think they called Ace though I wasn't sure and hadn't cared to remember their names, to the store to get me food to eat.

So now I was completely stocked and sometimes I admit it came in handy especially since my appetite had increased as of lately, but that was because of Michael. It had been two weeks since our bathroom incident and I walked around him on pens and needles and he noticed and of course he thought it was funny.

"Whenever you're ready Calliope," he teased me two days ago as we walked passed each other in the kitchen. "Just say the words."

But I wasn't saying a word no matter how much I wanted to. My body yearned for his touch still and for him to bring me that toe-curling orgasm I knew he could, but I wouldn't stoop that low. I would stick with Hassan and my own self-pleasure. Though not the same it still relieved the feeling for a little while until Michael came back to mind which as of lately was every minute, every second, of the day.

On top of that he didn't even speak of the ring. He walked around ignoring the elephant in the room and I knew I wasn't ready to have that conversation with him. I may be with Hassan but I never stopped loving Michael. I hated that he let me leave, that he chose a life with my brother over a life with me, but that still did not take away the feelings I still harbored for him, but to avoid the stress I didn't mention it either.

I sighed, lying down on my bed after changing my clothes, thanking my sleep deprived mind and body for granting me a few hours of peace. Unlike every other night this week I went to sleep without Michael on my mind and an ache between my legs, but with a smile on my face and my hand in a box of frosted flakes.

***

"Ready, set, go!" Luna said excitedly, waving a blue bandana before moving out of the way.

I picked up the slide of the glock and repositioned the barrel back into place. Once it was pressed in completely I grabbed the recoil rod and pushed it back in its original place next to the barrel. I grabbed the receiver still lying on the table and aligned the slider up with the teeth and pulled back until the inner components snapped back in place. I pushed the magazine back into the bottom and then quickly pulled the slide back again to lock everything in place.

Now that the glock was completely reassembled I loaded one gun in the chamber and pointed the gun in the direction of the cans that had been positioned on top of the wired fence that was about 100 feet away. I could hear the voices behind me as I laughed, hitting one can, then another, and another.

"C'mon Joe!" Somebody yelled, "she's dustin' that ass man!"

I got my six cans down to the ground and then quickly disassembled the gun. The magazine dropped in my free hand as I pressed the button to release it. I pulled back the slide and dumped out the bullet in the chamber. Then I pulled the slide completely apart, removed the recoil rod and barrel before slamming them down on the table.

"I win!" I yelled, and turned around to hi-five the audience behind me. I turned to Joe who was giving me a stank look for losing. "So, girls can't do what? You know who my father is, Joe. You should've known I could put together and take apart a gun."