Page 6 of Breaking Sanity
“You’re right, man,” Declan concedes, taking a calming breath.
“Okay then let’s say that this is all connected. What are we supposed to do,” Titus asks.
“There is nothing we can do.”
“Seriously?” Declan goes back to shouting.
“Dec he’s right. Plus, we have families, we have to worry about,” Titus shouts back. “We can’t risk them.”
“But she-”
“First off,” I butt in, getting between all three of them, “do not speak like I am not even here. Two,” I hold up my middle and pointer finger. “Titus is right, you have families and there is no saying that if you guys interfere, they won’t come after you or your families. I texted for advice not to put y’all in danger. Which was a long shot anyways. Because in all fairness, I haven’t seen either of you in years!!You guys weren’t there for the divorce, or the trial, or the fucking funeral! So, let’s not pretend that you dicks fucking care, that much. And-”
I get cut off by a large hand wrapping around my throat and a very angry face with deadly eyes mere inches from mine. I have a tendency to hit his lose-control button very quickly. Like he said, it’s an art form.
“Watch it Alley, I dropped everything to get here to make sure you were okay,” he grits.
“To ease your fucking conscience for missing the last few years of my life! This has nothing to do with you actually fucking caring. This visit was about you and whatever information you assholes needed,” I shout. “You don’t fucking care!!”
I can see something in his eyes snap. The fury is rolling off him in waves and I am almost starting to think that he may actually choke me to death.
I dig my nails into his wrist to get him to loosen his grip at least a little. Titus is the most muscular out of all of them. He is still an inch shorter than Declan, but the man is solid muscle. He is built like a brick shit house but not steroid looking. No matter what mood he was in, he was always themost beautiful man. Gorgeous brown skin, cut square jaw line, dark chocolate eyes- almost looking black, always had the typical military cut but his hair was always so soft, and the right length to pull when I needed to ground myself after every multiple orgasm.
“Titus, let her go.” Dec places his hand on Titus’s arm trying to placate him. Instead of him letting go, he squeezes harder. They start this stare off, although it looks like they are having a silent conversation, but I can’t tell since I’m trying to get any oxygen into my lungs.
“Come on man, you’re literally choking her. She is turning purple for fucks sake.”
“Please Titus,” I choke out with what feels like my last breath.
His gaze darts to me and releases, pushing me back. I fall to the dingy brown, probably once white, carpet coughing and try to suck in the oxygen.
“You know you guys weren’t there,” I heave as tears spring to my eyes.
“Well, we are here now,” Titus growls.
“And I’m just supposed to accept that, huh?” I jump to my feet and get in his space. “I went through literal fucking hell, which you were fully aware of, by the way, and now when I sent you a text saying, “I’m injured, can you help?” that’s when you decide to be the hero?!”
“I am no hero,” he spits, backing away.
“Well, no shit Sherlock,” I snort, getting back into his space. “If any of you actually were, you would’ve been there keeping me from jumping off the ledge! But were you? No, you were watching from the sidelines, as my world was flipped upside down and fucked sideways! I texted both of you, so many fucking times about what was actually going on. And what did you two do? Text back here and there- ‘I’m sorry you are going through this.’ and ‘I miss you!’ yet did nothing to change it!”
I use all my strength to push Titus back and then jump into his space again. I am not caring that I’m screaming and crying at the same time. This night has just been an absolute shit show, and this pain has been festering for quite some time.
“You’re right, but we were focusing on our lives and families. We never stopped caring,” Declan defends.
“You stopped caring a long time ago, Dec. If you did care you would’ve been there.” I push away from Titus.
“I mean the little hellfire has a point,” Killer chimes in. “If you did, you would’ve at least been at the funeral.”
“Dude!” Titus gives him an incredulous look.
I take a deep breath, saying the only thing that pops in my head after the voices quiet, “I need you to walk away. Again.”
“What,” Declan snaps.
“I shouldn’t have even texted you. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Done.” Killer heads back towards the door.
