Page 2 of Holland
“I’ve been here for six months, but they didn’t make me start...you know until last month. Some dude paid big bucks to pop my cherry, then I was only given to “special clients”, their words not mine.” I rubbed my hand over my face, and wanted to find her parents and bash their fucking brains in.
“So, you want some of this or what? Don’t look at me like I’ve offended you, I’ve had guys way older than you already, at least you're hot. There are beds inside, we can…” It was my turn to jump up and glare down at her. I put my hands out to stop her from going any further in her explanation of what we could do.
“Woah! Stop, just stop right there. I’m trying to help you, nothing more. Haven’t you ever had someone that only wanted to help you because they could? Someone you could depend on, that took care of you?” Someone, somewhere in her life had to have had this kid’s back. Life couldn’t be so cruel as to give her no one.
“Yeah, my sister Bella; but she ran out and I haven’t heard from her since. So, I guess I couldn’t even depend on her. She became some guy’s old lady in some biker gang and never looked back. She was smart, she saw a chance to get the fuck out and she took it. I wish I had done the same thing.” I cringed thinking that if her sister thought that was her only way out. Not all motorcycle clubs were like Bart's, some were full of sick twisted bastards. Suddenly I felt a need to protect them both from people like that.
“How old was she when she left?” Maybe if I got enough information I could find her sister and reunite them. This kid deserves someone to give a shit about her.
“You ask a lot of questions.” She huffed before releasing her legs she’d been holding onto for dear life the last half hour and shifting closer to me.
“Bella packed her shit in the middle of the night a few months before I was sold to these assholes. Birthdays weren’t exactly celebrated in our house, but she’s three years older than I am. Any other questions you feel like getting off your chest Mr. Hot Cop?” She inched closer to me and put her fingernail against my chest. I, in return, stood up and put distance between us.
“You afraid of me Mr. Hot Cop? I promise I don’t bite, well unless you want me to.” Putting my hands up in front of myself to ward her off, I stepped back.
“Crimson, you need to stop. Whatever you think is going to happen, isn’t going to happen. I’m only trying to help you out, that’s all, I don’t want anything from you.” I ran my hand through my hair wanting to strangle the fuckers who had done this to her.
“I want to help you too Mr. Hot Cop, I know how to help you out real good.” Shaking my head at her, I stood my ground. Anger flashed in her eyes when she realized her “charms” weren’t working on me.
“Oh please, you’re a man, eventually you’ll cave. They all want to act like they don’t want to but, in the end,, they always take what they want. You aren’t any better than all the men that came before you. Hell even some of them promised to get me out of there, take me somewhere safe, it was all lies. All men do is lie.” Tears were streaming down her face and I resisted the urge to comfort her, I knew if I did, she’d get the wrong idea again. Damn my mother, damn Jack Finch and his morally bankrupt fucking sick twisted mind. This girl should be in school daydreaming about her first kiss, not this, definitely not this. How was I going to convince her I was different? I looked down at my shoes wondering if by some miracle they would have the answer, alas they did not.
“Look Crimson, men can definitely be assholes, I won’t even try to deny that, but I want nothing from you but to help you. That’s all, if you don’t want my help I’ll leave and you can go about your life.” Deep down I didn’t want to walk away from this girl, she needed someone to give a damn about her, and right now I was it. But if she could only see me as a man who wanted her for her body then I couldn’t help her.
“NO! Please, Holland, don't go.” She grabbed onto my arm before I could pull it back, but let go quickly.
“I’m sorry, I’m a bitch, I know this. No one has ever...you know given a shit other than my sister. But it doesn’t even feel like she gave a shit in the end. I mean she ran off without even trying to take me with her, I couldn’t have meant that much to her.” She shrugged before wrapping her arms around her middle.
“You’re not a bitch Crimson, people were assholes to you and you’ve been through some heavy shit. But this,” I pointed back and forth between us, “this is just friendship I’m offering with no strings attached to it. I help you out, you get to move on with your life, and hopefully, put this shit behind you. Deal?” I reached my hand out to shake on it and she reluctantly took it.
“So how does this work, you helping me out. You aren’t turning me into child services, are you? You said you wouldn’t.” If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I was looking at a younger version of Bliss. I’ve lost my mind thinking I can fix the world and their problems.
“Well for starters you’re going to come live with me.” Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree right before they narrowed at me with suspicion.
“Don’t give me that look, I have a couple of spare rooms. You will live in one of them. We will also figure out a way to get you enrolled in school or take a GED test. Whichever you prefer, and then you will get a job. But most importantly you are going to start seeing a therapist.” Now she gave me a slightly outraged look before giving me a quick nod.
“Fine Mr. Hot Cop, lead the way, I’m all yours.” She giggled, like she was actually a teenage girl, and not like a woman trying to be seductive.
“Very funny short stuff. You got any shit back there you want to go grab, if not this whole place is going up in flames shortly.” She shook her head and we headed to my truck. I had no idea why I was doing this, what made me take on this responsibility, but there was something driving me to protect her at all cost, even at the cost of my sanity.
Chapter Two
Holland
I’ve been searching for the last two months for Crimson’s sister, with no luck so far. It’s like she disappeared off the face of the planet and I feared the worst. Crimson, for the most part, has kept up her end of the bargain. She got her GED, found a job at the local bar as a waitress, and started seeing a therapist. We’ve gotten into a routine, I work during the day while she cleans the house and makes dinner every night, then I drop her off at work after dinner. I can tell she’s thinking of us as more than roommates, I’ve tried to nip that in the bud, because all I feel for her is brotherly affection.
I’m just getting ready for work when I hear the rumbling sounds of a motorcycle pulling into my drive. Thinking it’s either Bart or Matty, I swing open the front door with a grin on my face. I’m stopped short as I take in the tricked out blue bagger sitting in my driveway with the sexiest woman, I’ve ever seen pulling off her helmet. She’s wearing leather pants that hugged her legs and thighs like they were a second skin giving me the perfect view of a luscious ass. As she slid off the bike, she removed her sunglasses and glared up at me with scorn in her eyes. I had no idea who the fuck this woman was, but I’d pissed her off somehow. She unzipped her leather jacket to reveal a skintight tank that barely contained her full breasts.
“Are you Holland?” She ground out as she stomped her way up the walkway.
“Hey, eyes up here asshole, I said are you Holland?” I must have been staring at her chest; in my defense those things needed their own zip code, because she snapped her fingers to get my attention. If my sisters or Dad saw me right now I’d be getting an ass chewing from hell. Finally finding my voice, I stood a little straighter and focused on her face.
“Yeah, I’m Holland. The real question is who are you?” I grin at her trying to diffuse whatever anger she has for me.
“You have something that belongs to me.” She went to push her way past me, but I grabbed onto her upper arm before she could make it too far.
“Let go of me asshole before I put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours.” I was shocked, first by the amount of vehemence behind her words, and second because she thought I had a pretty head.
“So you think I’m pretty?” How had I gone from mature, grown ass, police officer, to fifteen year old dork staring at the pretty girl in the last five minutes, I’m not sure. She growled at me, before yanking her arm out of my grip and stomping into my house.
