Life
You froze, staring at the three of them. Your heart was beating damn near out of your chest.
"Well?" Karen shouted.
"You shouldn't have read that," you whispered to her, walking closer before Matt put himself between you and them. "You have no clue what they'll do to me, what they'll do to you if they find out that someone who isn't in the organization has read something," you throat started to close. The people who were the closest thing to family to you were now in imminent danger, and all because you had been too careless. Too trustful that they would just stay out of your room.
Matt shook his head, pulling his glasses off before rubbing his eyes. "Who are you?"
You choked, eyes closing tight while fighting off the tears. "I'm me," you say, voice wavering. "Just me," you add. Opening your eyes and feeling the hot tears start to drip from your eyes, you watch Matt take a step closer to you.
"No, no you're not," he growled, and you started backing away from him. Each step he took, you took two in turn. "Who the hell are you?"
You back slammed into a wall, head cranking into it next and your vision growing blurry afterward. He pressed into you, chest rising and falling quickly while he breathed heavily. "No one,"
His fist slammed next to your head, you flinched away.
"Liar," you whimpered, knees buckling and tears flowing more consistently. He leaned in next to your ear. "I'm going to find out who you are, and you'll regret ever lying to us, you understand me?" You nodded quickly and he backed off, you finally dropping onto the floor before sobs poured from your body.
"Get out of my house," Karen said, albeit rather quietly. Standing shakily, you pushed into your room and packed the few things you could fit into whatever you could find and found yourself standing outside of your building, thunder rumbling in the distance.
Pulling your phone out, you ran through the contacts.
[ James Wesley ]
Clicking on it, you held the phone to your ear and waited while it rang. He picked up after the fourth ring.
"Hello?"
"Please help me,"
Sitting inside of the car, wrapped in blankets and shivering slightly, Wesley stared at you faintly. The rain had started not minutes after you finished your call with Wesley and became a downpour soon after. You were soaked to the bone, and Wesley hadn't spoke to you since getting your attention to get you in the car. The silence was thick, heavy, but not awkward or tense. It was comfortable.
The heat was blasting from the fan in front of you, although it honestly felt like it wasn't doing much. Your teeth were chattering together and you sniffled a little bit, leaning forward into your knees and holding the blanket close to you. You felt a hand running along your back and the chills running down your spine now weren't just caused by the cold.
"Come here," Wesley said softly, pulling you up and bringing you close to him, wrapping one arm around you and resting the other on you, your head buried in his chest. He smelled so nice, so... familiar. You blinked slowly, eyes drifting shut slowly while your chills calmed down a little bit.
When you woke you were wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants that were far too big for you. The ceiling above the bed was white and not cracked, no stains covering the corners either. You blinked blearily, turning on your side and pulling the blankets up to your chin. The wall across from you seemed so far away, the curtains blocking your view from the outside but the sun was making them glow. You sighed softly, eyes drifting shut once more.
The next time you woke you could smell food wafting up from somewhere, bacon and something sweeter. You fought yourself to sit up, groaning softly while your neck ached faintly. Cracking it, you threw your legs over the side of the bed and left the room, following the scent down the hall and into a grand kitchen. You looked around, seeing Wesley with his back to you, in a pair of gray sweats and a black shirt. You licked your lips.
"Good morning to you too," he said, turning and putting a few pieces of bacon onto a plate before moving the pan away from the hot part of the stove. He went to the other pan and flipped something, a pancake, before turning to look at you. "Sleep well?"
You hummed, grasping the hem of the shirt you were wearing while walking up to him.
"I didn't know you cooked," you murmured. He hummed to you and you two stood in silence for a few minutes, watching him remove the pancake from the pan and add more batter. It was quiet and calm.
He flipped the pancake and looked at you. "Why did you call me?" You looked up.
Thinking about it, you fiddled with the hem of the shirt again.
"I don't know," you started. "I kind of just went through my contacts and found yours," you finished, looking away.
"May I ask what happened?" You blinked at him and he looked back. You swallowed thickly. "You don't have to talk about it, you know," he whispered, placing the pancake on the pile of the others, moving the pan away from the still hot stovetop. He turned it off.
You helped him set up the table and sat across from him, both of you eating in silence. When you finally finished, he was watching you.
"We need to talk," he started, looking at you. You nodded and he grabbed your plate, putting it in the sink before leading you into the living room and onto the couch. He grabbed your hand. "I'm sorry,"
Your brows furrowed. "What?"
"When I saw you wearing the collar, it broke me, I honestly couldn't think about anything other than how pretty you looked wearing it, and there was nothing more that I wanted to do than hold you. I'm so sorry for just leaving you at the bar and not saying anything, I'm so sorry for ghosting you and just leaving you in the dark. It was so stupid of me," he looked up at you.
Your mind was racing, brows furrowed together. He was Bee? How could he just expect you to accept the apology? How could you not? You wanted Bee back so bad and missed him so much during those lonely weeks you were without him.
"I beat myself up over it, I couldn't do anything because of it. Please, Sweetheart," your heart clenched at the name. "I just want to make things right," you looked at him.
"I'm not gonna lie and say that what you did was alright, and that I'm accepting your apology completely, because it was really shitty. It hurt, a lot, when you just dropped me like that. I was so lost and confused. But I'm willing to figure shit out, if you want to as well?" He pulled you in and hugged you tight, your face buried in his neck. You breathed deeply, his smell connecting to the shirts you had gotten in those couple of packages you'd gotten.
"Thank you,"