Page 8 of Acid

“No, just ease the pain.” She looks over at Oliver. “I can’t believe he’s still asleep,” she states.

“It was a late one for him, but he’s always been a deep sleeper. Which considering what we lived with, it’s a blessing he didn’t witness some of it,” I state.

Star nods. “You want me to bring you both some breakfast?” she offers.

“Oh no, we will get up,” I state. “Just let these painkillers kick in. How are you not feeling like crap this morning?” I ask.

She smiles. “Ghost fucked me until I was sober.”

“Oh god, I regret asking now.” I laugh.

She shrugs. “We had a night away from Enzo, which means no restrictions. So, we just go for it.” I nod awkwardly. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m sure it’s the last thing you want to be thinking of after what you’ve been through,” she apologises.

I shake my head. “Nope. If anything, I don’t want to talk, or even think about it or him ever again. So, I may look like I’ve gone 12 rounds with Colin McGregor, but I want everyone to look at me and treat me like I am okay. Like I’m just here visiting a friend,” I state.

Star nods. “Noted. Well then, get your ass up. Food is ready.” She winks before leaving. I laugh but soon regret it when the pain radiates from my ribs and my pounding head. I slowly get up and go to the bathroom. I look in the mirror as I wash my hands, and as I move my hair aside, I see the marks left from him. Anger flows through me. I have never hated anyone in my life, but I despise him. I let my hair fall back around my face, doing my best to cover the mark. Right then I vow that I will not waste another second of my life thinking about that low life. I got given a chance to make a new life for myself, thanks to Acid, and I plan on taking it. I want Oliver to have the best life I can give him. Just me and him against the world.

I walk back into the room and bend down to wake Oliver up. “Hey, wake up, buddy,” I say softly. He groans and buries his face in the pillow, trying to ignore me. “Wake up. Breakfast is ready and I smell bacon,” I coax.

His eyes spring open and he bolts upright, rubbing his eyes. “I’m awake.” He yawns.

“Go get washed up and put some clean clothes on. Then we will go to breakfast,” I tell him. He nods without an argument and goes into the bathroom. I look for our bags, but I can’t see them anywhere. Out of curiosity, I open the draws and find that someone had put away our clothes. I smile and pull out some clothes for Oliver and myself.

Knocking on the bathroom door, I open it slightly and pass his clean clothes through the door. “Mom! Jeez, I could have been naked!” he yells in protest.

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t look.” I sigh, shaking my head. I leave him be and get changed into a loose-fitting T-shirt and some shorts, not wanting anything too restricting. Once Oliver is out of the bathroom, I brush my teeth and spray a little deodorant and perfume before we make our way down for breakfast.

As we walk in, we are met with the sound of people talking. I’m surprised to see everyone is up and sat around a huge table, tucking into breakfast. I place my hands on Oliver’s shoulders and guide him to the empty chairs.

“Good morning, darlin’,” a deep voice greets me.

I look across the table and see one of the bikers. I look down at his patch. “Morning, er, Scar.” I smile in return.

“Jesus, give her a moment,” Acid sighs. He’s smiling as he shakes his head at Scar.

Scar holds his hands up. “My bad. I can’t help myself when there is a beautiful woman in my presence,” he says with a wink.

“Funny, that’s the same defence a sexual predator would use,” a member called Beast says, laughing.

“What’s a sexual predator?” Oliver asks.

I look at him and my mouth opens to answer, but I’m just not sure what to say. “Er...”

“God damn it Beast, there are little ears present,” Star chastises him. “You’ve got a kid on the way, so learn to watch your mouth,” she adds.

“Olly, a sexual predator is everything that you will never be or have to worry about, as long as you listen to your mom,” Rose says, giving me a wink.

I mouth the words thank you to her.

“No problem. I have one just about the same age at home,” she continues.

Oliver jumps right in and piles up his plate high with pancakes and bacon. I don’t stop him, choosing to let himindulge a little. I take a bite of a blueberry muffin, and the flavours exploding in my mouth.

“Oh my god, this is delicious. Where did you buy them?” I ask before taking another bite.

“I made them,” one of the women smiles.

“Oh wow, they’re amazing,” I compliment.

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