“But,” Lilly breaks in. “You get all of us.” She coos out in her bubbly voice. It’s sweet, like peach tea. She makes you feel warm inside.
“That’s true,” I reply. “It’s just a lot for a recluse to wrap her head around is all.”
“You’ll get there, babe,” Blue says.
“We all have shit. We all have pasts we wanna forget and we all end up here with a biker wanting to save us. It ain’t half bad. Unless you’re Lilly and fall for a smart, nerdy boy whose brother could rip ya face off and put ya back together looking entirely different.” Timberly laughs and Blue leans back in her chair. Lilly throws her ice from her iced coffee at Timberly.
“Shut up. Kash is absolutely beautiful. After a life of bikers, beer and fighting, I kinda like the calmness he brings. And we are friends.”
“Mmmmmhmmmmm,” Blue answers looking at her.
“We are!” Lilly snaps, the change in her voice does not go unnoticed.
“Friends that slip up to the roof to kiss?” Blue questions, raising her eyebrow.
“My kissing game and roof top meetings are none of your concern,” Lilly answers her cheeks flushing to a light red.
“I don’t need saving though,” I blurt out and instantly regret it.
“Oh, darling. We all need some type of saving - be it the type we want, need or desire - only the biker can tell.” Blue looks at me like really looks at me while leaning forward on the table toward me. “They see more than you will ever know. It’s not only their ability to see us but they can feel it. Feel just how painfully fucked-up a soul is because they fight the same daily, darling.” She kisses my forehead and I tense under her contact. “That inner voice you battle with? Listen to it. He sees it all.”
With that, she stands up and says, “Right. Lilly, I gotta train and you gotta go see lover boy. Shouldn’t he be finishing school soon?” She laughs out her long red hair falling in a jungle of curls down her back.
“Um, he was finished two hours ago and I told him I was busy.” Lilly pokes her tongue out at Blue. I can’t help but laugh.
I stand up with them as Timberly grabs my arm.
“You’re not alone. You need us we will come, no questions ever asked.” I look at her. “Isn’t that right girls?” They all look at me.
“Sure, as hell is.” With that we walk off our separate ways. Timberly links her arm through mine.
“You know, he will consume all that dark in you, and he will eat it. Take it all way. So, don’t sell your soul to a devil to walk with a demon, okay?” Her words send shivers down my spine. It is like she can see inside my head.
“I won’t,” I answer her as we reach my shop. Carl is not there in his normal parking spot. That seems weird, but I breathe a sense of relief. I need to go up and plan.
“He will give you more than you could ever imagine. Just believe in him.”
Timberly kisses my cheek. I’m still trying so hard to accept all of this kindness without expectation.
“Thank you,” is all I manage. I walk around the back of my shop and up the steps. The door to my place has been kicked in and the place completely trashed. He’s been here. There are blood drips all over the hardwood floors from smashed windows that he punched. Shards of my bathroom mirror are laying all over the floor. My heart breaks. He’s invaded my space. My safety is now erupted into chaos. It’s disgusting. How the fuck can one person destroy so much and not give a fuck? He’s a train wreck that I still can’t get off.
Taking the bottle of whiskey from the top cupboard I don’t need a glass. Tonight, I feel like I may die, and I want to be as numb as I can be when that time comes.
‘Little bird, little bird, it’s time to play. The wolf is coming, and you taste good’ Is written in blood on the white marble breakfast bar separating my kitchen from my living room, that is now wrecked. Glass and carnage are strewn all over. My skin burns with anger as my fists clench. How the fuck can one person be so demented?
Checking my phone, I see no message from 81. I walk with the bottle toward my room that I see is just as destroyed as the rest of my place. Well, Carl, if it’s games you wanna play, then let’s play.
My body lays dead still welcoming the darkness creeping at the side of my soul as my eyes snap open to the sound of footsteps and an eerie chill invades my room. My eyes adjust to the darkness that dances around… my vision falling to the shadow of him standing at the foot of my bed. My heart stops as a sharp intake of air lodges inside my throat. My skin comes alite with a feeling of burning fear. I know that look. I know just what he’s capable of and seeing my phone in his hand makes me even more frightened. No doubt 81 has been trying to ring and would have messaged me. Fuck me.
My mind scrambles to how the fuck did he get in here. But then I remember as I wake from a whiskey induced sleep that I left the window wide open for him to enter… like a beacon calling for him to bring all his destruction and wage the war upon me that he’s so fixated on.
Plus, he could have just walked right on in anyway. He has already kicked my door off its hinges, and I has made absolutely no effort to fix it.
I always thought that when I ran there would be no more. But what I realize, right now staring at him in his cold eyes, that when it comes to horror and pain there is always fucking more. So much more.
Tonight, it will end either by the light leaving my eyes or his.
My hand snakes to under the pillow for the gun and the syringe. Fuck, I feel nothing but a cold indent where it was laying.
