Repent (The Disciples 3)

He’s my everything from the good to the bad.

Stepping in, I let the hot water caress my face. Have I let all my distrust and hurt fester like a wound that can’t seem to heal? Am I waiting for him to fuck up so I can hurt him?

“I love him,” I whisper into the water. I bring up my wrist so I can stare at my Disciples brand. You can’t have the good without the bad. And we’ve had so many of both. Days, weeks, months we were happy, our love so strong nothing could stop us. But something always did, and then we weren’t happy anymore.

Sighing I quickly soap myself. I lift my head to the faucet and close my sore eyes.

I can’t stop myself. I remember all of it, every single moment I have had with him and every single moment I’ve had apart.

“Do you want pepperoni or sausage?” Edge yells from the kitchen.

“Whatever you think goes best with this.” I throw the bathroom door open in a grand gesture causing Edge to stop ordering as I step out wearing only his cut and some black biker boots.

His eyes caress my body and a smile spreads across his face. My breath stutters as one of his dimples appears.

“You know what? Let’s go with pepperoni and make sure it’s well done.” He tosses the phone on the counter and reaches for a cigarette.

“You know what this means?” He grins as he lights up.

“That I look super cute and you want to fuck me.” I can’t help but laugh.

He brings the cigarette to his lips and motions for me to come closer. I walk as slow as I can so he can get the full effect. I did my makeup perfectly; aside from my red lips, it looks very natural. Unfortunately, my apartment is small and I stand before him in no time.

“What do we have here?” he growls as I become wet.

“Me.” I lick my lips and open up his cut so that he can see I applied strawberry-flavored glitter to my nipples.

His nostrils flare as his eyes caress my breasts, and it’s hard to breathe. He does this to me.

“I’m gonna fuck you in this. And afterward, I’m getting you one of your own saying, ‘Property of Edge.’” He tosses the cigarette into the sink, grabs me, and sinks to his knees.

“These tits, baby.” He looks up at me and starts to swirl his tongue and suck on my nipple.

I reach for his head and his thick auburn hair curls around my fingers.

“I love you, Edge. I’ll love you forever…”

I open my eyes to my shitty reality. Turning off the shower, I step out and look at myself in the mirror. I’m depressed, and all I want to do is go back to bed and pretend that the last two days didn’t happen.

Wrapping the towel around me, I step into my room and look for something I can get married in. My phone vibrates on my bed.

I simply stare at it. Maybe I shouldn’t check it. It’s going to be Doug and Eve wanting to lecture me. Or worse, feeling sorry for me.

But I can’t hide. He’s coming for me and I need them. Sitting down on my bed, I smell us, him. Cinnamon and smoke. I love that combination.

As soon as I pick up the phone, it starts vibrating again. “Jesus.” I roll my eyes. As I scroll down, there are at least ten messages from Doug, six from Eve, and one from Edge.

I go to Edge’s.

Edge: I got a limo for you and your friends. You said I was doing everything wrong. Maybe this will make it so we don’t have bad luck. I’ll see you in Vegas. Wedding’s at six.

That’s it. No I love you. No we can be okay, work it out. I close my eyes and let the tears fall at last. I don’t even try to stop them or pretend I’m fine. Because I’m not. Lying down on his side of the bed, I curl up with my phone and cry.

The pounding on my door makes me sit up and wipe my eyes. Shit, did I fall asleep?

“Hold on,” I shout, looking around for my robe. My head is spinning. How long was I out? And how long has it been since I’ve done laundry?

Kicking aside some of my dresses and a couple of towels that Edge is notorious for dropping on the floor, I locate my pink Edge and Dolly robe that Edge had made for my twenty-eighth birthday.

Standing on my tiptoes, I look out my peephole. I can’t help but smile as I unbolt the lock.

“Took you long enough.” Doug breezes past me as he looks me up and down. “What the hell are you doing? The limo is here.” He frowns and pulls out his phone. “Dolly.”