Page 4 of Cage's Downfall

Nine Weeks

Dear Autumn,

Over two fucking months! I should never have buzzed those damn nurses when you started to wake up. I should have taken you from the hospital. I am so pissed at myself. You have no idea how furious I am about it.

I got into a fight with our supplier because I needed a fight. The bastard got out of surgery yesterday.

Darling. I’m not coping. Everything feels like it is on autopilot. I’m starting to get nervous as more time passes because I’m starting to think you are the one who doesn’t want to see me.Will you at least give me the chance to beg you, for you to see me?

I love you Autumn Indigo Watson. Don’t you give up on us. Because I fucking wont.- Cage

Ten Weeks

Autumn,

It’s been ten weeks now. The roots for my club has been established. We are having our Chapter opening party this weekend. Trust me. I won’t be enjoying myself.

Can’t enjoy shit without you.

I need you.

I’m just hoping you need me even just a tiny bit as much as I need you.

- Cage

Eleven Weeks

Autumn,

You’ve managed to piss me off, without even speaking to me. Jacob told me what happened. You’re so damn lucky to be in that hospital away from my wrath.

You better start eating, otherwise they will never let you out.

I need you.

- Cage.

Twelve Weeks

Dear Autumn,

Jacob told me you don’t want to see me when you get out. Which is next week. I know when you get out you’ll turn into liquid in the ocean and disappear from my view. Jacob won’t tell me what the plan is.

So I know my only chance is this letter. Autumn. I’m begging you. Give me a fucking chance. I know I fucked up. But you have to believe me. I won’t do it again.

Do you need to hear what type of man I am without you? Do you need to hear my thoughts that are driving me to thinking I belong in there and you don’t.

Please Autumn. You felt something for me once. I’m fucking praying that you still feel something for me, enough to give me the peace of mind that you’re okay. Enough if you can’t see me I understand. I’m disgusted with myself enough for both of us. I should never have left you.

Regardless.

I will always love you and if you need me to let you go, if you need to hear that I won’t track you down and let you live without the club.

Well this is me doing just that.

I’m letting you go Autumn. I’ll never be the fucking same. But this isn’t about me. This is about you.

Perhaps the storm killed us in the end.

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