'An amateur at best.' Corey watched the brown water swirl down the drain, didn't glance back at Mike strung up like a bleeding marionette on the hooks, swaying inches above the floor. 'Wanna throw out the rubbish? He's more yours than mine.'
'He isn't MINE, he's my boyfriend's boyfriend.' Justin slumped in the tattoo chair.
'Ex you mean.'
'Yeah ex.' Justin was bitter, mouth felt nasty tasting inside as if he'd drank coffee grounds soaked in cat urine.
He'd longed for Drew but wearing that giant oversized white coat had reminded him of the white shirt his ex had worn visiting TNA which in turn reminded him of Tiffany being there too and Justin HATED Tiffany, more than he loathed Morrison, even more than he despised Christian.
Therefore using dozens of piercing needles to assault Evan's brother hadn't bothered him, not a bit, he lied and told himself.
He wasn't theirs anymore, not with his Three, great trio, Wade and Heath and once, his Drew, apart for good this time, no going back, no forgive and forget, no pleading.
No nice and sweet Jayge anymore.
Because he was Corey's Jayge now, to be molded and changed and ruled over, steel and brick and glass shards, pain and rage and cruelty.
He felt strange in this new life.
He'd get used to it.
Slowly and viciously.
If anyone had heard them arguing nobody would've believed it.
The perfect happy couple had their rough spots too.
A belt had came between them, similiar fight from the past.
'You can't keep walking out on me everytime you feel inadequate!'
'Watch me.'
'You are IMPORTANT! With or without a title,damn you! I hate that overinflated ego of yours and that you honestly think you always have to play being Leader to mean something.'
'I need to prove my worth, you don't understand. It's easy for you to be at the bottom all your career but I am the best and I...'
'No, look at me. Look at me! Eyes are up here-' This sunbleached redhead cupped his dark brown haired Brit's chin, lifted the gaze away from focused at chest level.
Green eyes were large and locked onto brown ones and after that it took effort to speak again, to breathe again.
'I DO love you, I always have,shall. But I'm...'
'I'm not leaving you. Titles don't have my heart, YOU do.'
'I'm useless now. Lose every match, nobody cares...'
'I care, I have from the first. Besides we all have bad situations things that happen that alter our lives.'
Wade dropped out of his daze at those words. 'You're in trouble?'
'I never said-' Heath began, was silenced by fingers over his mouth.
'What sort of trouble?'
'I never said-'
'I'll ask Andrew. HE'LL tell me.'
'I'm NOT in trouble!'
'You are and I'll find out.'
'You're absurd.'
'And you're mine.'
'Nowhere else I'd rather live.'
It was back to usual for them, fight calmed for now, one kiss multiplied like rodents breeding.
Dozens became hundreds and neither could focus after that.
But the worry remained with Wade, sure as his imbecile always did.
He decided to solve the mystery alone.
