Free Caged: Cellar Door Series by K. Pars

his temple with one hand like his melon was about to burst but the look on his face flat pissed me off. Shit happened….everyday. This day ended in y…it was no different than any other in my book.
    “JD…” I finished closing the door and pushed past him not caring that my boy was nursing a wicked hangover and looked like a truck had plowed into him.
    “Don’t want to talk about it.” My teeth hurt from grinding them together my jaw was clenched so tight. Seeking my room, I stormed into it and slammed my door behind me. I didn’t know what the fuck I was supposed to feel but I was getting beyond pissed; getting to that stage that I might not remember what drove me to it, what I did after it. No damn way was I going to fuck what I’d spent years trying to get under control, uh uh…fuck nah.
    I don’t know how long I sat, ass to bed, my forearms leaned into my knees and stared down at my hands, tracing each abrasion, each scrape with my eyes. It had been long enough my back was getting sore from the position and my ass was starting to go numb. Pounding coming from the front door of the apartment sounded in my ears and I stayed right where I was, not caring who the hell was out there; just needing to get myself straight. Matt knew that about me, not to mention the last time I opened the front door I’d gotten the bomb about my pop being dead.
        Muffled voices rose into shouts before my door started to vibrate. Someone was banging against it and I could make out Kylee’s voice.
        “Open the door JD. I don’t care how drunk you are or hung-over. I want to talk to you.” More banging and then Matt’s voice sounding off telling Kylee it wasn’t the time, to let it go.
        Rising from the bed, I walked across my room and jerked the door open, Kylee almost falling through it.
        “JD why? Why would you do that?” Kylee’s eyes were pained as she held my gaze, pleading for some kind of response from me. Her eyes landed on the cut that was steri-stripped on my cheek.
        I glanced over her head, met Matt’s gaze as I answered her refusing to chance losing myself in her dark eyes, my own gaze telling Matt what I needed. “I can’t do this right now Kylee. Not right now.”
        Anger flared replacing the pain in her dark browns; her hands fisted to her hips. The action stretched her tight t-shirt even tighter over her breasts but even that didn’t pull me out of the head fuck I had going on.
    “Oh that’s right, everything has to be on JD’s time, at his request. The rest of us just get to wait around until he’s decided to grace us with the answers. You're such an ass…” Kylee’s tirade was cut short as Matt started in on her, moving between Kylee and my door; telling her to cut it the fuck out. Normally I would have beaten him to within an inch of his life for talking to her like that, but I just didn’t have it in me, I was too far gone and didn’t trust how I would handle that shit so Mattie did what he always did; bore the brunt of it so I could get myself together. I turned around and moved back in my room, grabbing a clean pair of jeans and pulling them on while Matt and Kylee argued.
        Socks on, boots on and in process of getting a shirt on, Kylee remembered it wasn’t Matt she was angry with. When she realized I was no longer at the door but had gotten dressed and was walking back towards them, her anger ratcheted up. Her small frame trembled toe to head as she glared at me. Matt met my eyes, knew I was talking directly to him as the words slipped past my clenched teeth again. “I. Can’t. Do. This.” I was putting my boy in a bad spot but he was willing to step up for me. Knew I had to get the hell out before I lost my shit.
              Kylee was steadily spouting venom I didn’t know her mouth knew how to spew, her time spent around me and Matt showing. My t-shirt in place, I put my hands on her waist and moved her away from the doorway and set