Caged: Cellar Door Series by K. Pars Read Free Book Online Page A

had fingers and toes to count, even if I borrowed some extra’s. Modesty had never been my strong suit but Kylee made me aware, brought me alive in ways I hadn’t known were lying low while she’d been gone. It was like somebody had recharged my batteries and I was on overload for needing to be used.
    “Maybe my favorite has changed James David.” Kylee’s words were forced past her tight lips and I didn’t miss the use of my full name. It was on purpose. She’d always been beyond aware how much I hated that damn name. She metered it out like it was a punishment and it pissed me the hell off.
    “If it has; change the fucking order. For fucks sake’ it’s a damn order. Not like I slammed my fist down on the button that sets off nuke’s at defcon whatever the hell the military picks to fire that shit at. It was a salad and fries.” My hand scrubbed over my head. I was on edge. Lack of fight, lack of fuck, lack of friend apparently by Kylee’s attitude; I was in a fatal dose of lack of F’s.
    “It’s not like I ordered you a shit sandwich.” I picked up my beer bottle and scowled. It hadn’t been refilled yet and I really needed another dose of alcohol. I glanced around to see if they had something stronger than beer and wine at the small bar towards the front of the restaurant and was sorely disappointed.
    Kylee sat back stiffly, her shoulders squaring up against the back of the booth like she was pulling herself together for a fight and let loose the bomb I knew was coming. I’d been waiting on it since we sat down. “Why did you stop talking to me?”
    If I’d had a mouthful of beer I’d have spewed that shit all over the table and probably Kylee too, even expecting it, it hit me hard. I slid an arm along the back of the booth instead and shrugged one shoulder, keeping my face relaxed like I hadn’t just wanted to choke on her direct question.
    “Why does it matter? You had a life to live. It’s not like you were living it here so why try to tie you here? I’m sure you made new friends Ky.”
    A familiar shade of pink that was quickly turning darker rose along Kylee’s neck; seeping up over her jaw to stain her cheeks and climbing higher to fill out the remainder of her pretty face as she glared at me. It was like watching storm clouds gather, her dark brown eyes turning almost black. Fuck defcon what the hell ever, someone needed to sound a siren. A full fledge Kylee tornado epic meltdown was about to happen and anybody in the path was gonna get caught up in the swirling vortex of her fury.
    I waited and was ready to offer up prayers and thanks to the god I defiantly chose not to believe in when the waitress appeared just then to drop off a fresh beer and Kylee’s salad. The color stayed on her face but it did halt the tirade about to be unleashed on me for a moment longer. Damn that waitress, she vacated the table like she was about to catch a fatal disease. By the look on Kylee’s face, the woman had good reason.
    Kylee’s mouth barely parted as she bit off her words, the waitress’s abandonment letting her tirade free. “You self righteous, self serving prick. You think you were doing me a favor by ignoring the hell out of me? By making me wonder what I’d done wrong or how I’d somehow hurt you to make you start treating me like you’ve treated every lay you ever had. We were different JD!” Kylee’s finger wagged angrily from her to me. “You lowered me to the level of the two bit tramps you slept with and cast away only I didn’t sleep with you! You were my best friend damn you!”
    I was pretty sure she was going to keep going but her voice softened, thank fuck because we were getting an eye fucking by every other diner with in screaming vicinity of Kylee’s voice. “I was your best friend ass hole. And it meant nothing. You just shucked me off like I was nothing.”
    With that said; Kylee picked up her fork and speared her salad like she wished it was me and damn it if I