Page 5 of Always Mine

He couldn’t believe in fairy tales right now.Not when it came to Daisy.There was no way he could get his hopes up.

The door opened and Whizz and Lacey stepped back into the room.Whizz was a big, scary motherfucker.There was a time he was a tiny computer genius that could hold his own.According to the Skulls’ stories and rumors, Whizz had been taken, tortured, beaten, and a lot of other bad stuff.But when he was finally saved, he turned himself into a machine that would never be at the mercy of anyone again.

“Out,” Whizz said.

“Whizz, come on,” Angel said.

“That is my daughter in that bed.She’s there because of him, and right now I need him to leave, and since this is my daughter’s room, he leavesnow.”

Anthony got to his feet and nodded his head.He looked toward Lacey and saw the struggle she had, but she didn’t fight Whizz.He got to the door and held onto the handle.It was respectful to leave.Daisy was here because of him.

He had every intention of opening the door and leaving, but to do that meant leaving Daisy.Stepping away from the door, he moved to the other side of the bed, and he heard Whizz’s growl.

He put his hands delicately on either side of Daisy’s head.“Daisy, come back to me.I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be.Come back to me, please come back to me.I need you.I don’t ...please...”

He leaned down and kissed her head, not getting in the way of the machines hooked up to her.He wanted to stay with her but knew he couldn’t.For now, Whizz and Lacey needed their space, so he stepped out of the room.

He didn’t leave the hospital.Moving out of sight of the door, he leaned his back up against the wall and then slid down.No doctor stopped him, or any nurse.

His father had taken his leather cut from him, but that was to be expected.He had disobeyed the club.There was a chance now that he was never going to be a Skull.He had acted without orders and without the best interests of the club.

Running a hand down his face, he tried to think, tried to focus, but it was impossible.

Daisy was lost to him.

He had heard tales of people in comas being able to hear, but he couldn’t help fearing she was lost in her own nightmares, with no way of escaping.

Whizz wanted him gone, and he would accept that.

There was going to come a time when Lacey and Whizz went home.When that happened, he would be here.

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Daisy, Sixteen YearsOld - What Really Happened on the Day Her Father Died

This was the last of the money.Daisy pulled the envelope out of her bag and stepped up to the house that looked terrible.She hated this place, just like she hated the trailer where she grew up.She had to either come back to this place or the damn trailer, and most of her nightmares of being trapped were of either place.No matter what she did, she was still trapped by them.No one knew about her nightmares or her fears.There was no point in telling anyone.

Her hands shook.This was not becoming of a Skull.

She needed to get her shit together.The Skulls were not afraid of anyone or anything.As she moved, she couldn’t help but feel the pain in her back.The last time she had come here, it hadn’t ended well.Her real sperm donor of a father had struck her, and he made sure to do it where no one would see.It was like he knew she would try to hide the evidence of her coming here.

She felt sick.Each time he contacted her, it got worse.Not only did he always want more money, but she felt she had no choice but to pull away from her friends.She was a bitch to Tabitha, and she hated it.The truth was, she wanted this to end.

Knocking on the door, she waited, and sure enough, her father answered within seconds.

“Well, it’s about time,” he said, and without turning his head, he gave out a large belch.

She didn’t know what had happened to her mother.The rumor was she had gotten the hell out of Fort Wills after Daisy had been adopted by Whizz and Lacey.

“Well, come in,” her real father said.

The house he lived in stunk.The walls had paper peeling down them, and there was mold everywhere.

Being here brought back horrible memories not even connected to this place, and she was so embarrassed.No amount of deodorant or body spray was going to change the stench that seemed to claw into her paws once she came here.Her father hadn’t even cleaned the place up.She was sure The Skulls had paid him for her, and then moved him out of the trailer park into this house as payment.Only, he’d not kept this place looking as beautiful as it probably had been.He’d allowed it to decay, just like he did everything else.Like she feared he would eventually do to her.

“Where’s my money?”he asked.

She held out the envelope, and he snatched it from her hand and let out a little chuckle.

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