Let Me Go

Rope Bunny

Billie and I finally made it back to her house in LA and she has her first therapy appointment scheduled for this afternoon.

"Hey angel?" Billie wraps her arms around my waist from behind and rests her chin on my shoulder.

"Hmm," I lean my head back and she kisses my neck.

"What do you see when you think about the future?" she asks.

I think for a second, "You with me."

She looks at me puzzled, "How do you do that?"

I snort, "Do what Bil? I'm literally just sitting here with you."

"How are you so absolutely sure of yourself all the time? Like you just radiate confidence all the time." she gushes and I shake my head.

"I am actually the opposite of confident in who I am as a person. I let people see what I want them to see..." I say tapering off after I realizing what I just said.

Billie's hold loosens at my words, "Even with me?"

"I-... even with you," I confess. "But it's not just you, I'm like that with everyone. The only person who knew all of me was my sister, and even though I was blatantly honest with her about everything. Even she couldn't change the way things were."

"Oh... I'm sorry. The way you talk about Parker, makes me sad that I'll never get to meet her."

All I can say is, "Me too..."

Billie lets go and chuckles.

"Wait why are you laughing, that was a serious moment Billie?!" I snap.

She grabs her keys and phone shoving them in her pockets, "We are both all sorts of mentally fucked, but somehow it just works."

"Oh my fuck, Billie you are such a dumb ass and I love you. Go to your therapy appointment baby." I shove her out the door smacking her ass before shutting the door.

Let's see, Billie will be out for at least a couple hours. What to do... my stomach growls and I pat my tummy. "Let's go feed you," I mutter to myself. I grab some cash and my shades and head out.

~~~~

I'm literally moaning out loud at the way these street tacos taste. They slap, hard.

I hear a familiar feminine voice behind me, "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here? This seems to be the only available seat."

I motion for her to sit down, "No. Please sit, I was actually almost finished with my food."

A woman in a floral dress slides into the chair across from me, "Thank you so much!"

I nod and continue eating admiring her physique. Why does this woman look familiar?

"So do you come here often?" she asks trying to make small talk.

"Uh no. I don't really do much on this side of town. Although I should, I only work a few blocks from here."

"Oh no way, what do you do for a living?" she asks her interest obviously piqued.

"Currently contracted for graphic design over at Interscope." Now that I think about it, with Billie calling off tour do I even have a job?

"Ooo sweet gig I bet. I own a couple local restaurants and food trucks." she points to my tacos and gives me a smile, "that is a product of one of my endeavors."

"I definitely fuck with these! So good." I say before shoving another bite into my mouth.

She giggles, "You've got a little, here..." she reaches over and wipes her thumb under my lip bringing it back to her own mouth and quickly licking it off as if it was second nature to her.

I try not to think anything of it. But I can't help myself, "For some reason you look so familiar to me and I can place my finger on how I know you."

She bites her lip and props an elbow on the table, resting her chin on her hand. "Well I certainly was wondering when you'd recognize me bunny."

My eyes go wide.

Bunny.

Only one person has ever called me that and half the time they called me that it had the word rope in front of it.

This is doing things to my lady bits that I don't want happening right now.

Please go the love of all that is good tell me this isn't who I think it is.

"Morgan?"

a/n: who tf is morgan?