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the stairs, his fly is open and she is buttoning her shirt. I guess everything he said was meaningless. It was all a lie, all of those nights he spent holding me and sleeping on my floor, chasing my demons away meant nothing to him. It was just a means to an end, guess he wanted to know what it would be like to fuck sisters. Glad I never gave him the chance. I don't know why I feel so angry, so betrayed, but something inside of me breaks and I want to hurt Rebel like he has me. I want to cut him to the bone. Tread is looking down at me with a sweet look on his face, concern for me. I lean up and place a kiss of gratitude on his mouth.  When I look back to where Baby and Rebel were standing, they are gone. I feel like a piece of me has died, I have nothing left in me, nothing to fight for him anymore. Baby can have him. I am so done. I don't know why I ever thought he and I would ever have a chance anyway. I am out of here soon.
    "What was that for?' Tread is holding a bewildered look on his face.
    "Just a thank you for not letting me hit the floor. I think I am going to grab a small bite to eat and call it a night."
    "Later Rumor." He walks me to the kitchen before heading out himself.
    Baby and Rebel deserve each other, they both like to toy with people, screw it she can close up the kitchen tonight, and I am done being her doormat. Walking out the back door as LL comes in I give her a weak smile. I can't believe I just did that, that I kissed Tread and left Baby hanging. It feels kind of good.  Glancing over at the garage, I see Rebel and Striker smoking one, Rebel waves at me and I flip him the finger. Instead of going home as I planned, I takeout the keys Sunshine left me to her car and decide to pay Inkman a visit.
    Inkman has a shop on the outskirts of town I hope he is in tonight. I didn't think to call first, but I am already here. The sign on the door says open. Inside I take a look at all the different designs showcased on the walls. Some I recognize from some of the work he has done on the Rebels. 
    "Hey Rumor, what can I do ya for?" Inkman steps out from the back room. If you didn't know him personally, he would scare the beejeezus out of you at first sight. The man is covered in tattoos. I would be willing to bet that there isn't one inch of him that isn't inked, including his ears.
    "You got time to do some work for me tonight?"  I have been wanting to get this tattoo for a while and today seems like a good day to get it. I am ready to start living again. I am tired of playing it safe and leaving all the boys to Baby to play with. Why should she have all the fun, I could flirt, I could be one of those girls, it would be good practice for when I am ready to date after I leave Drag Creek.
    "Sure I have always got time for a beautiful canvas, what did you have in mind?" He is the sweetest, the first time he inked me he said I had the perfect skin for tattooing.
    "Well I was thinking of getting an empty bird cage with the door open and having a sparrow in flight with a trail of feathers behind it. I want the birdcage on the back of my left shoulder blade and the bird to be right about here," I turn to show him the spot I am talking about, right above my right hipbone.
    "Are you wanting it in color or shaded in black and grey?"
    "What do you think?"
    "Let me sketch on it for a minute and we will go from there. Just have a seat in the lounge and watch some TV or read a magazine for a few. I'll be back out when I have it ready."
    "Sounds good."
    After flipping through a few magazines, Inkman comes out and brings his sketchpad with him. He has designed exactly what I had envisioned. "It's perfect."
    "Okay, follow me." He leads me into the back to where he sees all of his clients. "I'll give you a minute to get settled. I am going to need you to remove your shirt and your bra and lie across the chair on your stomach." The first time I came here I had to take my shirt off I was so uncomfortable with my history, but I