“I got tired of fighting,” I admit and put my head on the crib.
“Fighting what?”
“The demons. The fuckin’ monsters who won’t leave me alone. They keep comin’ back and the only person who chased them away was Bella.”
“Why don’t you get your shit together and go get her back then?”
“What about the club?” I ask the one question I probably should have asked to begin with.
He shrugs. “We’re makin’ it. Worried about you, though. You know a lot of the brothers have kicked this shit, too.”
“I did it before,” I murmur.
“Do you promise to get help?” Prince demands.
“I don’t know if I can,” I admit.
“I know you can,” comes a little voice from the side of the room.
I turn my head to see an angel standing there, clutching the doorjamb. “Bella,” I call out to her.
She runs over to me, drops to her knees then throws her arms around my neck. “What happened?”
“I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry for everything,” I tell her.
She breaks our hug to look down at the coke residue on the mirror. “Did you do this?”
“I’m so sorry,” I can’t tell her I’m sorry enough.
“Why?” She asks.
Prince must sense I’m ready to crack because he nods over at Dragon to leave the room. “Let’s give them some space. We’ll be back in an hour.”
“How about you start by telling me about this room?”
“How about you tell me why you’re even here?” I ask. I have to know if I’m imagining this. If this is some fucking trick Prince has created to get me back on the wagon, I’m going to fuckin’ kill him.
“Do I have to spell it out to you?” Bella asks.
My head spins. “I think so.”
“I love you, Beast. I love you and I know you love me even though you won’t admit it.”
I close the distance between us and crush our lips together. She cringes slightly. “What?”
“You stink. You need to take a shower and then we’ll talk.”
Bella
Seeing the man who crushed me fight a much deeper battle than his love for me, was all it took for me to realize he needed me just as much as I needed him. I didn’t want to cave and fall back under his spell- I couldn’t help it.
I couldn’t help it. The man means more to me than anything and if I can help him, I will.
I get him into the shower after stripping him naked. Normally, his naked body would do something to me, but it doesn’t now. He’s broken and needs love. Not sex.
I strip out of my clothes, and step into the shower behind him. I wash both of us with the same body wash, using more on him than me, though. I wash his hair and face in hopes of getting the coke off of his nose.
Charger did coke with my dad a lot and I got used to seeing them passed out after the jolt of energy left them. I knew it was only a matter of time before he went through the withdrawals, Beast has a long road ahead of him.
