The Cost of Freedom Is High

I could not actually believe my eyes we were all seated around the table with tons of spoons lined up, and a few decks of cards being distributed by Aaron P.

We were playing spoons.

After Trace and Bobby had talked to me I was convinced to go back, and we talked again about the whole thing and we all came to that same agreement. At the beginning of month 4, I’d know.

They figured I was about 3 to 4 weeks along.

I don’t know what it was but everything seemed to calm down after that. Lunch went smoothly, and everyone seemed willing to be patient with me, and reverse.

I ended up staying in the kitchen with Austin, and Alan for the afternoon and cooked with them.

Dinner, just like lunch, went over well and you could feel in the air that tensions were not nearly as high and as scary as they had been.

Was I still pissed?

Yes.

Did I want to get out?

Fuck yes.

But, I also wanted the time I was being forced to stay here as easy as possible.

If that meant having to ease it down a bit, then I guess I’d do what I had to, no matter how bad I didn’t want to actually be kind or nice to any of them.

“Back to earth Bella.” Vic said, tapping the table in front of me.

“Sorry.” I muttered, getting my thoughts back on track.

“Okay so this can be a cut throat fucking game, there’s one objective, and that’s to win.” Eric Lambert stated.

I was hoping he was joking.

“Ready?” Derek asked.

“Fuck yeah.” CC screamed.

“We’re playing spoons.” I told them again, making sure they understood.

“Exactly, it’s do or die.” Ronnie told me.

“Fuck this, just start.” Balz yelled.

Oh boy.

All of us got our cards and began.

About 3 minutes passed and across from me, I noticed Angelo slipping a spoon back.

No one noticed, I put my elbow up and sat there for a minute.

When I had my opportunity I grabbed a spoon and pulled back.

That’s when everyone reached for a spoon.

“Fuck!” Eric, TJ, and 8 of the other screamed.

Literally, hours passed and it came to the point where it was down to all of BVB, Trace, and Sam left.

I was pooped, and really exhausted.

“Well I think I’ve had enough for tonight.” I said, standing up, and getting ready to go to bed.

“Which room?” Jinxx questioned.

“Asking’s.” I replied, knowing that I was going to grab the phone.

“Does this change your mind?” Ben asked me.

I looked back at him and realized that he was holding up the phone.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. How?” I questioned him.

“You weren’t exactly unnoticed last night.” Danny chuckled.

Great, just awesome.

“I’ll be in a tub.” I muttered, walking back to the bathroom I had been in last night.

I got there and found that my pillow and blanket were still there. Just as I was about to crawl into the tub, Kuza walked in and stopped me.

“Princess, come with me.” Kuza stated.

“Can’t you just let me be?” I asked.

“No, let’s go.” Kuza told me, holding out his hand.

“Please,” I whined.

“Ahh, no. Come on.” Kuza tisked.

Without a word I got up and followed him out of the bathroom, and down the hall.

We got to a certain door, and I stopped as soon as he opened it up.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” I cried.

“Bella it’s fine, just get down here.” Kuza said.

This was the door that Mike and Balz had brought me down before I had been punished by Ricky and Ryan.

“No.” I stated.

“My room is down there love, I’m not going to hurt you.” Kuza replied.

“How can I trust you?” I questioned him.

“I don’t know, but figure it out within a few seconds or I’ll drag you down.” Kuza stated.

Not wanting a fight I cautiously started to follow Kuza down the stairs.

Once we were in the room that I had been in before, he went to one of the walls, and pushed a certain spot.

Sure enough the wall swung open like a door, and there was a bedroom right there, just as he had said before.

“So why am I here?” I asked.

“You’re not going to sleep in a tub, and we’re going to make sure that there aren’t any other hidden surprises that you left lying around.” Kuza told me.

The next thing I knew I was thrown onto Kuza’s bed.

“Really?” I questioned him.

“Thank you for relaxing a bit today.” Kuza thanked me, slipping into bed next to me, and leaving only one little lamp on.

“Yeah.” I replied.

“You know we love you right?” Kuza whispered in my ear.

“I don’t mean to sound like a bitch, but this isn’t love.” I told him.

“Bella, we, and I love you.” Kuza stated again.

“That’s nice.” I mumbled, turning over in the bed.

“I’m not going to leave you alone until you tell me that you love us too.” Kuza informed me.

“You told me not to lie.” I replied.

“It’s not a lie.” Kuza said.

“Whatever.” I grumbled, covering my face with the blanket.

Kuza was quick to pull it off, and every five seconds he’d jam a finger into my sides and would whisper “I love you.”

About 20 minutes later I was about to lose my mind so I rolled over, growled at him, and uncaringly stated “I love you.”

I went to move further away on the bed, but Kuza pulled me back tight to him.

“I know.” He stated calmly.

Notes

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