because I don't know what else to do other than drive him and his mother a state away and erase them from my thoughts.
"Thank you, Birdie." He closes his eyes and curls into my chest.
After getting him comfortable on the couch and in a deep sleep, I confront Regina. She can't hold herself together but she's not on anything at the moment. Holding her by the throat against the wall, I wait for the disturbing details of what happened to her child.
"Please help us, Birdie," she begs over and over.
Removing La Petite from her cage, I cuddle the only thing that makes me happy and walk to my bedroom.
"La Petite," I sing to her, petting down her neck. The longer I stare at her, Lucas begins to invade my thoughts.
The rage inside me begins to grow and my clutch on La Petite begins to tighten, making her scream for help. Before I crush the innocence from the bird because I'm enraged Lucas is in my head, I storm to the front door and step onto the porch opening my hand.
She flies from my palm and lands on the porch banister and I know the only way to get him out of my head is to let the bird go first. This noise escapes my throat, a noise of distress or... or sadness while I walk back into my house, and I want to burn the place down. With Regina, the boy, and myself in it.
"You're stupidity almost cost your son his life," I say with so much disgust it turns my stomach. "I can no longer employee you."
"Please don't kill me!" she begs and drops to my feet, latching onto my ankles.
A loud thud comes from the window and I furrow my brows as I look up, wondering what the fuck it was and if Regina led some sort of scum to my residency. I will end her life without thinking twice. Going to the front door, I grab the gun hidden behind a book on the bookshelf and I open the door, seeing La Petite fly into the window, trying to get back into the house.
"No, you stupid bitch," I mutter pulling open the door, prepared to throw her to the sky, to show her the freedom she deserves, and what does she do? Flies back into the house as soon as the door opens.
I pause and my eyes flash down the street to the Milkey's old residence. The house hiding Lucas from me and I almost lift the gun to my own head. That's a sure way to get him out of it.
Marching back into the house, my eyes land on Bronson and La Petite sitting on the couch arm next to his head.
Eliminate one annoying thought by replacing it with another.
"I'll help you," I tell Regina and her sobs start again as she profusely thanks me.
Over the next few days, I nurse Bronson back to health and avoid Lucas the several times he shows up at my door. With Regina here, I have her play the housekeeper and she deals with Lucas each time he knocks. Not only do I not want to see the annoying man, he can't see the battered child I'm hiding or it could cause problems for me.
"Yes?" I answer Jasper's call.
It's been a week since I've heard from him last. A week since Lucas showed me what a superior lover he was over Jasper.
"Little Bird, I miss your tweet."
"I'm busy, Jasper. I don't have time for your games." And the thought of sex with him is laughable.
Jasper has never raped me but I don't think I'll be willingly giving myself to him any time soon.
"Little Bird." He laughs indicating he's high. "You're not a game, you're the queen in my game."
"Do you need something? I'm trying to dress for a meeting I have with a client. Seems the scar on my neck is a lot harder to mask than the one across my face."
"I do it out of love every time, Little Bird, you know that."
"Reason you're calling, Jasper?"
"An employee of yours is causing a stir."
I narrow my eyes. He knows nothing of my employees.
"For it to reach me, Little Bird, that is a big deal."
"Who?" I defensively blurt.
"Regina Crusse. Why, oh why, Little Bird, do I even know this bitch's name?" he growls, immediately losing the playful tone he's been using. "I employ you so I don't have to know the sub-employees. Why the
"Thank you, Birdie." He closes his eyes and curls into my chest.
After getting him comfortable on the couch and in a deep sleep, I confront Regina. She can't hold herself together but she's not on anything at the moment. Holding her by the throat against the wall, I wait for the disturbing details of what happened to her child.
"Please help us, Birdie," she begs over and over.
Removing La Petite from her cage, I cuddle the only thing that makes me happy and walk to my bedroom.
"La Petite," I sing to her, petting down her neck. The longer I stare at her, Lucas begins to invade my thoughts.
The rage inside me begins to grow and my clutch on La Petite begins to tighten, making her scream for help. Before I crush the innocence from the bird because I'm enraged Lucas is in my head, I storm to the front door and step onto the porch opening my hand.
She flies from my palm and lands on the porch banister and I know the only way to get him out of my head is to let the bird go first. This noise escapes my throat, a noise of distress or... or sadness while I walk back into my house, and I want to burn the place down. With Regina, the boy, and myself in it.
"You're stupidity almost cost your son his life," I say with so much disgust it turns my stomach. "I can no longer employee you."
"Please don't kill me!" she begs and drops to my feet, latching onto my ankles.
A loud thud comes from the window and I furrow my brows as I look up, wondering what the fuck it was and if Regina led some sort of scum to my residency. I will end her life without thinking twice. Going to the front door, I grab the gun hidden behind a book on the bookshelf and I open the door, seeing La Petite fly into the window, trying to get back into the house.
"No, you stupid bitch," I mutter pulling open the door, prepared to throw her to the sky, to show her the freedom she deserves, and what does she do? Flies back into the house as soon as the door opens.
I pause and my eyes flash down the street to the Milkey's old residence. The house hiding Lucas from me and I almost lift the gun to my own head. That's a sure way to get him out of it.
Marching back into the house, my eyes land on Bronson and La Petite sitting on the couch arm next to his head.
Eliminate one annoying thought by replacing it with another.
"I'll help you," I tell Regina and her sobs start again as she profusely thanks me.
Over the next few days, I nurse Bronson back to health and avoid Lucas the several times he shows up at my door. With Regina here, I have her play the housekeeper and she deals with Lucas each time he knocks. Not only do I not want to see the annoying man, he can't see the battered child I'm hiding or it could cause problems for me.
"Yes?" I answer Jasper's call.
It's been a week since I've heard from him last. A week since Lucas showed me what a superior lover he was over Jasper.
"Little Bird, I miss your tweet."
"I'm busy, Jasper. I don't have time for your games." And the thought of sex with him is laughable.
Jasper has never raped me but I don't think I'll be willingly giving myself to him any time soon.
"Little Bird." He laughs indicating he's high. "You're not a game, you're the queen in my game."
"Do you need something? I'm trying to dress for a meeting I have with a client. Seems the scar on my neck is a lot harder to mask than the one across my face."
"I do it out of love every time, Little Bird, you know that."
"Reason you're calling, Jasper?"
"An employee of yours is causing a stir."
I narrow my eyes. He knows nothing of my employees.
"For it to reach me, Little Bird, that is a big deal."
"Who?" I defensively blurt.
"Regina Crusse. Why, oh why, Little Bird, do I even know this bitch's name?" he growls, immediately losing the playful tone he's been using. "I employ you so I don't have to know the sub-employees. Why the
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