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Chapter Three: Not Dead, Just Healing

Caleb, Sage, and Kayta stayed in that day watching his favorite movies like Underworld; Death Note; Bleach: Memories of Nobody and Bleach 2: The Diamond Dust Rebellion. He couldn't help but smile just a little; these two girls, they didn't have to it they could have been like everyone else and left him alone in his state, but these girls were better than family.

Around five he got up and took a shower, finally after five days his own stench getting the better of him. When he was done, he shaved and put on deodorant. The girls talked while he was in the bathroom and soon he found himself laughing almost to nothing when the girls came in and asked him in unison

"Are you alright Caleb?"

He nodded and continued to laugh, when it ceased he said, "You know if you had asked me two years ago, 'Caleb, would you be in your house, with two of your exes watching movies after Ophelia left?' I would have probably laughed you in the face, yet look," he said motioning to both of the girls, "at what path I'm on now. Hell I thought I lost both of you as friends after the altercation in the club between you two and Ophelia." He said remembering the one night that both of the girls had approached them about having a orgy with their respective mates at the time, both of which Caleb liked, before he could say anything Ophelia piped up,

"Uh, no thank you" she looked disgusted at both of them. Sure Caleb had disciplined her that night, locking her in a cage for her insubordination, she knew that she should have left the decision up to him, but in front of the girls he had let that stand and they both walked off angry. Two days later they had sent letters to him in great details about the fact that the girl was already wavering, to which he replied:

"I don't know what you're talking about, this is my slave and I didn't leave her long enough for her to do these things", little did he know that she had done these things and not only that but blatantly used his lack of a spine to openly cheat on him in their house. It wasn't as if the man didn't like watching his girl get fucked on the contrary he loved it, and she knew it because he told her so.

But even as soon as the laughable thoughts entered his mind it stabbed at him like the hottest fire poker in the world. He had given her everything and she returned nothing, or so he felt. He was soon crying. Both of the women hugged him and let him know he wasn't alone. He would have turned them away, but in truth he needed arms more than he needed his loneliness.

When he was finally done, he looked at his face it was a streaked with salt paths again and he could swear that the salt was starting to eat away at him, but that was just his mind he thought. He splashed cold water and roughly wiped it away with a damp cloth while the girls continued to stand there looking at him with worried expressions on their faces

"I--I'm o--o--okay I think" he said as the sobs were subsiding "Just--hurts like hell, you know?"

Sage, was the first to his side and she nodded without saying a word she stroke his cheek and said, "We both know how you loved her, Caleb, there's no need to hide that" she stepped back and they left the bathroom where they were.

He walked into the living room surveying it for the first time. Not only had it not looked like his, it looked disturbing in his eyes there were things strewn about it. He picked up a picture frame that held a picture of Ophelia., and ran his fingers along the frame's cracked glass remembering that he had taken the picture himself. She was in one of her in one of her flowing dresses supported by an under-bust corset, embarrassed about it because of her small breasts. He knew it didn't because he had watched them make it on another girl of her stature. The picture was taken right before their one-year anniversary dinner. He felt the tears leak as he fell into the leather couch where he noticed that one of his knives was sitting stabbed into the table, this was the first time he was actually seeing it. He couldn't believe it at all. He had completely lost it, and his place was trashed. Sage set down on one of the chairs, Kayta decided to start picking things up, first thing she grabbed was a broom from the kitchen and started to sweep up the remnants of flowers that he had given to Ophelia a month ago. Everywhere he looked he couldn't help but remember something anything of the past, there were spots on the floor where they had made love, holes in the wall that he had caused because of his anger. Yes he knew he had anger issues and fixing this place up was going to be hard. When he finally got tired of looking at everything around him he said: "Let's go."
The girls looked at him bewildered and responded in unison

"Are you sure?"

He nodded, although he really wasn't. Not at all.

He had put on a pair of blue jeans, and one of his silk screen shirts, slicked his hair back but put no gel in it because he was going to get a haircut. Why? Because it was time to do something about his look, he grabbed his wallet and put it in his side pocket attaching a chain to it and then to himself when he came out, Kayta and Sage both whistled and Sage said with a smirk "So he does remember how to dress himself!"

Caleb playfully shot her a bird and straightened himself up, "Okay, so Sage are you going to be taking your bike or are we all going in Kayta's Mustang?"
The girls pondered and Sage said "As long as I can put Radio in your garage"
Caleb cocked his eyebrow, "Thought you had named your bike Wolf"
Sage shook her purple and red hair, the last time Caleb had seen her she had black and red. The woman was always changing things about herself, he often thought it was part psychological.

"That was the crotch rocket" she said speaking of her Suzuki Haybusa, he looked out to see Harley-Davidson Dyna. Caleb didn't know anything about motorcycles but he did know Sage loved them so he nodded and hit the garage door opener panel. She moved it in next to his own Suzuki GSX-R1000, he enjoyed the crotch rockets over the choppers, whereas Sage didn't care either way Sage moved it next to his and said, "It looks like I'll be working on your bike next, if you want me to" Caleb nodded and agreed to it. "You know I have no problem with you tinkering with my bike. You're the better gear head, and I trust you to get it done"
They all climbed in and he guided her to Electric Styles a one woman hair shop he knew since it was a slow day for her he opened the door and Arika almost bowled him over in glee when she saw him, a sturdily built woman with B-cup breasts, and an ample waist Caleb had known her since high school and always trusted her since she got her stylist license to know what to do with his hair "let me guess you're looking to finally get rid of that ridiculous swathe of hair, as I can see you've already shaved and where is…."she looked as Sage and Kayta filed in behind him she looked to both of them and he mumbled out before they could tell her "She left me finally" Arika gasped and nodded.

"Well I told you she would," she said while guiding him to the chair, and messing with his hair, "So, what are we going for today? A Mohawk, shag, or maybe you want to go bald again?" she sounded gleeful at that last one, and he shook his head "Dye me black and red and make sure my hair is short enough to be out of my eyes but not away from my forehead darlin' "
"Ok" the stylist said and she went to work while the girls chatted in the background. He let himself drift into his own mind to the past and his love affair with the women he now hated

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Chapter Three: Not Dead, Just Healing

Caleb, Sage, and Kayta stayed in that day watching his favorite movies like Underworld; Death Note; Bleach: Memories of Nobody and Bleach 2: The Diamond Dust Rebellion. He couldn't help but smile just a little; these two girls, they didn't have to it they could have been like everyone else and left him alone in his state, but these girls were better than family.

Around five he got up and took a shower, finally after five days his own stench getting the better of him. When he was done, he shaved and put on deodorant. The girls talked while he was in the bathroom and soon he found himself laughing almost to nothing when the girls came in and asked him in unison

"Are you alright Caleb?"

He nodded and continued to laugh, when it ceased he said, "You know if you had asked me two years ago, 'Caleb, would you be in your house, with two of your exes watching movies after Ophelia left?' I would have probably laughed you in the face, yet look," he said motioning to both of the girls, "at what path I'm on now. Hell I thought I lost both of you as friends after the altercation in the club between you two and Ophelia." He said remembering the one night that both of the girls had approached them about having a orgy with their respective mates at the time, both of which Caleb liked, before he could say anything Ophelia piped up,

"Uh, no thank you" she looked disgusted at both of them. Sure Caleb had disciplined her that night, locking her in a cage for her insubordination, she knew that she should have left the decision up to him, but in front of the girls he had let that stand and they both walked off angry. Two days later they had sent letters to him in great details about the fact that the girl was already wavering, to which he replied:

"I don't know what you're talking about, this is my slave and I didn't leave her long enough for her to do these things", little did he know that she had done these things and not only that but blatantly used his lack of a spine to openly cheat on him in their house. It wasn't as if the man didn't like watching his girl get fucked on the contrary he loved it, and she knew it because he told her so.

But even as soon as the laughable thoughts entered his mind it stabbed at him like the hottest fire poker in the world. He had given her everything and she returned nothing, or so he felt. He was soon crying. Both of the women hugged him and let him know he wasn't alone. He would have turned them away, but in truth he needed arms more than he needed his loneliness.

When he was finally done, he looked at his face it was a streaked with salt paths again and he could swear that the salt was starting to eat away at him, but that was just his mind he thought. He splashed cold water and roughly wiped it away with a damp cloth while the girls continued to stand there looking at him with worried expressions on their faces

"I--I'm o--o--okay I think" he said as the sobs were subsiding "Just--hurts like hell, you know?"

Sage, was the first to his side and she nodded without saying a word she stroke his cheek and said, "We both know how you loved her, Caleb, there's no need to hide that" she stepped back and they left the bathroom where they were.

He walked into the living room surveying it for the first time. Not only had it not looked like his, it looked disturbing in his eyes there were things strewn about it. He picked up a picture frame that held a picture of Ophelia., and ran his fingers along the frame's cracked glass remembering that he had taken the picture himself. She was in one of her in one of her flowing dresses supported by an under-bust corset, embarrassed about it because of her small breasts. He knew it didn't because he had watched them make it on another girl of her stature. The picture was taken right before their one-year anniversary dinner. He felt the tears leak as he fell into the leather couch where he noticed that one of his knives was sitting stabbed into the table, this was the first time he was actually seeing it. He couldn't believe it at all. He had completely lost it, and his place was trashed. Sage set down on one of the chairs, Kayta decided to start picking things up, first thing she grabbed was a broom from the kitchen and started to sweep up the remnants of flowers that he had given to Ophelia a month ago. Everywhere he looked he couldn't help but remember something anything of the past, there were spots on the floor where they had made love, holes in the wall that he had caused because of his anger. Yes he knew he had anger issues and fixing this place up was going to be hard. When he finally got tired of looking at everything around him he said: "Let's go."
The girls looked at him bewildered and responded in unison

"Are you sure?"

He nodded, although he really wasn't. Not at all.

He had put on a pair of blue jeans, and one of his silk screen shirts, slicked his hair back but put no gel in it because he was going to get a haircut. Why? Because it was time to do something about his look, he grabbed his wallet and put it in his side pocket attaching a chain to it and then to himself when he came out, Kayta and Sage both whistled and Sage said with a smirk "So he does remember how to dress himself!"

Caleb playfully shot her a bird and straightened himself up, "Okay, so Sage are you going to be taking your bike or are we all going in Kayta's Mustang?"
The girls pondered and Sage said "As long as I can put Radio in your garage"
Caleb cocked his eyebrow, "Thought you had named your bike Wolf"
Sage shook her purple and red hair, the last time Caleb had seen her she had black and red. The woman was always changing things about herself, he often thought it was part psychological.

"That was the crotch rocket" she said speaking of her Suzuki Haybusa, he looked out to see Harley-Davidson Dyna. Caleb didn't know anything about motorcycles but he did know Sage loved them so he nodded and hit the garage door opener panel. She moved it in next to his own Suzuki GSX-R1000, he enjoyed the crotch rockets over the choppers, whereas Sage didn't care either way Sage moved it next to his and said, "It looks like I'll be working on your bike next, if you want me to" Caleb nodded and agreed to it. "You know I have no problem with you tinkering with my bike. You're the better gear head, and I trust you to get it done"
They all climbed in and he guided her to Electric Styles a one woman hair shop he knew since it was a slow day for her he opened the door and Arika almost bowled him over in glee when she saw him, a sturdily built woman with B-cup breasts, and an ample waist Caleb had known her since high school and always trusted her since she got her stylist license to know what to do with his hair "let me guess you're looking to finally get rid of that ridiculous swathe of hair, as I can see you've already shaved and where is…."she looked as Sage and Kayta filed in behind him she looked to both of them and he mumbled out before they could tell her "She left me finally" Arika gasped and nodded.

"Well I told you she would," she said while guiding him to the chair, and messing with his hair, "So, what are we going for today? A Mohawk, shag, or maybe you want to go bald again?" she sounded gleeful at that last one, and he shook his head "Dye me black and red and make sure my hair is short enough to be out of my eyes but not away from my forehead darlin' "
"Ok" the stylist said and she went to work while the girls chatted in the background. He let himself drift into his own mind to the past and his love affair with the women he now hated