Rebel

Past Secrets

“She’s so gorgeous, isn’t she?” I heard Archie mumble.

“Shut up. You’ll wake her.” Jacob scolded.

“Maybe I want to talk to her and not just stare at her all day.” Archie countered.

“Sure. ‘talk’.” Jacob joked.

At that point I had enough of just sitting and listening so I opened my eyes.

“Good morning Callie.” Archie greeted but his voice was heavy with guilt.

“Don’t call me that.” I growled.

I flinched, awaiting the zap from the collar.

“But Callie fits you so much better.” Jacob argued.

I glanced up and they were both smiling as if I had not said what I did. 

“I have bad memories of being called Callie.” I confessed.

“Well how about we make some good memories?” Archie smirked.

I leaned on my hand and winced in pain. I had forgotten about my cut.

"Don't put pressure on it." Jacob ordered. "Also… we have something to tell you." 

"Is it bad?" I inquired, cuddling up with my fuzzy blanket.

"No. It's great, actually." Archie smiled. "We were thinking that instead of it just being you and Jacob, I could become part of the relationship, too." He looked at me hopefully and gave a wry smile.

"Why are you asking me?" I inquired.

"Because you're still a human being. Just because you're a misfit doesn't change your rights." Jacob answered. 

“You bought me as a pet. I have rules. Is that really a representation of rights, hypocrite?” I growled, voicing my frustration. Jacob’s eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. He looked to the side for a moment, trying to let his anger subside. I don’t care that I made him mad. He bought me, he can deal with me. “Awe, did I make little Jacob mad?” I teased in a baby voice.

He ignored me and looked me straight in the eyes.

“What happened last night?” He assertively questioned, and I fought to not cower under his powerful gaze.

“I had a PTSD episode.” I admitted. 

“You have PTSD?” Achie asked, surprised.

“Along with Schizophrenia, Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety, and Depression. Who knew?” I replied. 

“Schizophrenia? Like you hear voices and stuff?” Archie inquired.

“Yes, sir. Usually after a PTSD episode or a panic attack. Which, I fell asleep last night after my episode so it should be happening any time now.” I informed.

“Who do you hear?” Jacob cut in.

“What do you mean?” 

“Usually Schizophrenia patients hear a certain voice or see certain things pertaining to events in their lifetime, so, who is it that you hear or see?” Jacob clarified.

I laughed a little, even though nothing was really funny.

“We’re not gonna talk about that.”

“Then what happened to give you PTSD?” Jacob pushed.

“Nothing you need to know.” I snapped.

Jacob’s jaw clenched and he let out a long sigh and gave me a harsh stare.

“Look, if you’re gonna be my- our pet, we’re gonna have to know these things so we can help you.” Jacob gazed into my soul. 

“I don’t need your help. I’ve been on my own for as long as I can remember and I’m perfectly fine that way.” I defended.

Archie stood up and crawled inside my cage with me, giving me a sympathetic look. He took my hands in his.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore. We’re here for you and we always will be.” He consoled me.

“They’re lying.”  Patrick sang inside my head.

“I hear my ex. Patrick Hutchins. When you asked if I had ever spent the night with someone, it was him. I wasn't ready, and we both knew that, but it happened regardless. Then there’s my dad; he was a violent drunk and everyone feared him. He used to beat my mom. That’s where I get my toughness from; when you’re scared for so long, you either succumb or adapt. I adapted and now I’m whoever I am now. I only hear my dad occasionally, it’s usually only Patrick.” I explained, my eyes tearing up from all the trauma. 

Jacob stood and crawled inside of the cage, beside Archie, both of them across from me. I pulled my blanket over me because it had started to fall down to reveal the lingerie underneath. 

 “You know, they’re about to take that blanket away, and you’ll just be helpless little Callie, so pitiful.” Patrick taunted.

The tears swelled in my eyes and I glanced in between them, paranoia overcoming me. I ripped my hands away from Archie, covering myself and cowering in the corner. 

“We would never ever defile you like he did. You never deserved that. No one does.” Jacob promised.

“I’m sorry about your dad. My dad was a drinker too, though he was never violent, just lazy.” Archie empathized.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore and I just broke down. I curled into a ball and continued with my sobbing. Jacob and Archie looked at each other before making their way over to me and hugging me from both sides. They adjusted my blanket to where I was fully covered. 

Archie gave me small kisses on my cheek and neck while Jacob whispered sweet things in my ear. I felt a warm liquid drop near where Archie had been. He was crying too. A small smile graced my face and my sobs turned to sniffles. They actually cared.

I cupped Jacob’s face and gave him a soft kiss. He smiled and scooted me closer to him and further from Archie. Archie whined and tightened his grip on me. I pulled away from Jacob and looked at Archie.

He was giving me puppy dog eyes and he looked so cute staring up at me that I just had to show him the same love I did for Jacob. I kissed him harder than I did Jacob. Archie immediately caught on and kissed back. I tugged on his lip and he let out a quiet groan. Jacob cleared his throat loudly. Archie pulled away with a smirk. Yep, I definitely boosted his confidence.

“What’s wrong, Jake? Do you want a kiss from Archie, too?” Archie taunted.

“Wouldn’t be too bad.” Jacob smirked back.

Archie moved from beside me to beside Jacob and he and Jacob shared a passionate kiss. I tried not to look at them because I was already turned on by just the sight of it. I always fancied watching two guys together, I’m not sure why, I just do. 

I really tried to look anywhere but them but I desperately failed and couldn’t break my gaze away from these two beautiful creatures. I squeezed my legs together, trying to tell my body to stop feeling what it was and Archie and opened his eyes to look at me as soon as I did this. Archie stopped the kiss and Jacob looked at him confused. 

“I think we’ve made Callie a little flustered. I think we should make her a little more comfy.” Archie expressed, staring at my awkward body.

Jacob smirked and looked at me with a hopeful expression. “Would you be okay to take things further?” I nodded quickly, like a bobblehead. “Safe word?”

“Green.” I answered.

Jacob whispered to Archie and he nodded his head, then he looked back at me.

“You’re gonna love this.”