Doves on Fire

She tugged at my hair.

"Gerard."

"Gerard."

"Gee!"

So what if I only knew her for a week and a half? The sex was good.
I light up a cigarette and took a long dragged. I offered it to her.

"Thanks," she grabbed it.

"You liked pulling my hair."

"It's my way to control you."

I let out a laugh and relax. Sadye was taking a nap, so me and Pixie decided to fuck eachother.
From Sadye's room I heard her wail.

"I'm coming," I got up and put on sweat pants.

And she cried. "Geeeeeeeee!"

I ran to her room. "What!?"

"Gee! Gee!" Sadye cried.

"Oh yea. I'm here shhh," I picked her up.

"Does she always cry when she wakes?" Pixie asked, appearing. She was wearing my big Iron Maiden t-shirt.

"Yea. She doesn't like to be lonely."

We walked back to my room.

"Sadye," I sang. "Sadye who am I?" I pointed to myself.

"Gee!" she laughed.

"And who's that? That Pixie?" I pointed to Pixie.

She giggled.

"How bout Lizzy?" Pixie said.

"Lizzy?" I said.

"Elizabeth duh. How bout Lizzy Sadye?"

"Lee! Lili!" Sadye giggled.

"Aww she knows me!" Pixie grinned taking Sadye from me. She danced around with her. It was a funny sight.

"She knows my name," I smiled.

"Yea that's cute," Pixie sat on my bed and put Sadye between us.

"Are you ever gonna tell her?" Pixie asked.

"Tell her what? She's adopted?"

"Yea."

I rolled onto my back and lifted Sadye above me the Lion King style.

"Sadye? You're adopted," I told her. She giggled and stretched her arms to me.

"Probably when she's older. I don't wanna lie to her," I said.

"That's good. She needs to tell the truth. My foster parents never told me."

"You're adopted? Fo' sho'?"

"As fo' sho' as items in a museum."

"Wow. I didn't know."