Free Through Lies and Heartache by WB Amore

in her
lap, sitting on the bed she doesn’t look up, She still won’t look
at me so I lift her chin, when our eyes meet mine I see the tears.
“Piccolina I know you’re not a whore. You’re nothing but a kind
hearted farfalla who takes care of everyone, no matter what.” I
tell her in the most sincere voice I can without barking
it.
    “ Even Liam.” I growl at her.
That gets me a small smile. She nods her head closes her
eyes.
    “ Come on I need a run even
though I feel like I was hit by a mac truck.”
    With this she throws herself back onto
my bed making her hair fan all across my pillows.
    This is something I’ve always dreamed
of, her in my bed, hair fanned out, sexy as hell. I grab my phone
and snap a picture, she has a sated almost tranquil look on her
face. I snap another causing her to smile a shy little smile that
causes my heart to speed up. Snapping one final one, I put it back
on my night stand, “what’s the verdict coach?” I ask, she hates
when I call her coach, smacking me in the arm “As much as I want to
run with you I can’t I have too much homework to do. I came to the
party last night I didn’t do all of it, plus Liam’s coming over
this afternoon to work on our project.”
    I can’t help the growl that slips out.
I can’t say anything its school related and well its school
related, reminding me “Well we need to work on ours too, why don’t
I take you home and we can work on it?”
    “ Yeah, we need to get it
done its due before break.”
    “ Well it settled then, get
up Piccolina and I’ll feed you before I torture you with school
work.”
    With a giggle she sits up “Um Ry I need
sweats, there is no way I’m wearing that dress back home. If mom
happens to be home she may kill me if she sees how I left the house
last night.”
    Getting up I go grab her some sweats
and head to my closet to change while she’s in the bathroom. Just
before I leave I grab the letter I’ve written her this is probably
the only time I’m going to be able to do this because the next
month or so I have to train hard. I have a fight that’s a little
over two months out and its going to be a tough one, probably one
of my hardest. She’s going to be so pissed she probably won’t talk
to me for a while.
    After she reads this she’ll understand
well, I may lose her forever. She rode with Rori so we both climb
into my car grab a quick breakfast burrito and head to her house.
Seeing her mom’s car in the drive she tenses “Gracie its cool we’ll
just tell her you stayed at my house because you passed out after
working on our project.” With a sigh she climbs out, when we walk
in her mom is putting on her coat smiling at us both “I’m glad your
hear Ryan I have to go in and I would hate to leave Gracie here
alone.” I smile back at her. “Mom really again? Did you even sleep
here last night? You know what, never mind have a good day I’ll see
you whenever you have time. Maybe you can put me on your schedule
for some time this week maybe next week.” With that she takes off
up the stairs.
     
     
     
    Gracie
    I’m glad to be home after the dream I
had of Ryan last night, I need my space maybe while he’s down
stairs I can get my shit together. I wish I knew why I hurt so bad,
my legs feel like I’ve run a marathon and my cooch hurts, shit did
I fall, maybe Ryan kneed me there while we were sleeping. With a
sigh I go to the bathroom, throw my hair up. Trying to push all
thoughts of Ryan and I out of my mind I go back to my room and pick
up a little while he’s down stairs, I didn’t realize how many
cloths I had strung all over the place. I better go start a load of
laundry. Thank god the washer and dryer are up here. I don’t really
want to see my mom again. I don’t understand why she has to work so
much, with dad sending her money she doesn’t really need to work,
she just likes to. With a sigh I go about cleaning the laundry.
Finally sitting down with my head in my