Bayard[Bedtime stories 3]

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be cruel that we were ending! “Ouch, Taji! I didn’t mean it like that.”
I didn’t care. Yeah, I’d slipped up earlier but my words weren’t harsh. I raced back to the barn, ignoring his calls, and shifted the moment I was hidden. Then I bolted out the back door and down to the stream, diving right in.
“I said I was sorry!” Callum called out minutes later when he caught up with me. I flicked him off and kept swimming. “This isn’t easy for me either so don’t be a little shit about a slipup.”
“Fuck you,” I shouted and made my way to the bank. His eyes went wide at my words, never having spoken to him like that. “Yeah, that’s right. You heard me, Callum. Fuck you!”
“So you’re going to be like this now?” He growled, his hands balled into fists at his side. I stepped onto the bank and over to him, shoving him hard enough that he fell back and landed on his ass.
“I’m hurt. Is that what you want to hear? Fine. You fucking hurt me!”
“I hurt you !” he bellowed as he went to get back up on his feet. I shoved him again and he landed right back down. “Stop that!”
“No! You had your chance to talk. Now it’s my turn and I’m too pissed off to curb myself,” I shot right back. “You selfish prick! You really don’t love me. You were either kidding yourself or flat-out lying. If you really loved me that would be all that mattered. But it’s all about possession with you! You want me to be yours and yours alone. Don’t you care how that would hurt your brothers?
“If they had to see me be with you every day and I denied them after what we shared?” His face fell from anger to contemplating what I said and I knew I was getting through to him. “Dromio said that part of the reason he loves me is that I make his brothers so happy as well. That’s love. That’s a selfless man who accepts that I matter to all of you, that I want to be with all of you.
“I’m sorry this isn’t how you saw things going. I never thought I’d fall for any of you. It wasn’t in my plan. I just wanted to ease some of your worries. That’s all I thought about when I offered myself to each of you. If I had known this was how things would have gone I would never have shown myself to you.”
“You mean to any of us,” he corrected.
“No, to you ,” I growled. “I wouldn’t trade the love I share with Dromio and Brix for anything in the world. But you and Ansel? I wish I’d never touched you now, never been in your arms because all I feel is regret when I look at either of you. I gave myself completely to you, all of you. I’m sorry that’s not enough and all you care about is keeping me as only yours.”
“Then you should just go if all you feel is regret,” Ansel said coldly from a few yards away.
“What?” We both gasped.
“Go, Taji,” he ordered and pointed off the property. “You wormed your way into our beds and our hearts and now you’re tearing this family apart. The only way I see to keep my family together is if you leave. Get some of Dromio’s clothes since he’s the closest to you in size and get the fuck off our property.”
And with that he left and my heart shattered into a million pieces.
Chapter 8
    “He didn’t mean it,” Callum said as he got to his feet as I backed away from him.
“Yes he did,” I whispered as I turned towards the house. “And that makes me the biggest fool ever. This is worse than trusting the wrong people and being abused. So much worse.” I ran towards the house, going around to the front where I didn’t have to see Dromio in the kitchen.
The joke was on me because he was in his room trying to take a nap. “Taji?”
“I need a set of your old clothes, the smallest ones you have,” I muttered, not letting him see that I was crying.
“Sure, baby, but I have to say I like you walking around naked all the time,” he said with a chuckle as he got out of bed. “Why do you need clothes?”
“Ansel told me to leave,” I answered. Simply

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