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“No! Now you listen here, I want nothing to do with you fucking piece of shit bitch, you good for nothing low-life dick sucking scum. I'll fucking kill you if you fuck that Dark piece of shit again!” My father gets up out of the bed yanking the covers back. He’s marching towards the door with his fists balled up. I step in front of the door ready to stop my father, but as I turn to the door, I see the nurse pressing against it. He stops short. I can feel a shot to the heart. I’m hyperventilating as I step back. I’ve heard him call me every name in the book. I should be used to it by now, but I can’t take it.

Come on Lara, you can take it. Don’t listen to him, he’s hurting. Why the fuck should I care? Fucking piece of shit bastard! He fucking hates me. Women. He hates them.My mind is scrambled like eggs on a plate, so the interruption is welcome, but not before he gets another strike in.

“Fucking dumb bitch, but hey that’s what your good for.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Keep it cool. I step aside from the door my heart sinking into my shoes.

“Ah, is there a reason you’re blocking the door?” The nurse is staring at me with a frown.

“Umm sorry, I’m just checking in with my father.”

The nurse is rightfully staring at me as if I’m crazy. “Breaks Lennox?”

“Yerp. That’s me doc. When can I get up outta here? I got some business to take care of.” His eyes are piercing straight through me as he says it. “Ah, you are due to be discharged in the next hour. Do you need anything for the pain?”

“No, but another person might need something for the pain I’m about to inflict,” he says cryptically.

Chapter Eight

Snatch

We’re back at the club, and I don’t know what the hell to do. Her father put a spell on her. She’s a shell of herself since she’s seen him at the hospital. Her body is closed from me and she’s shivering as I take her to the room.

“Hey, hey, what he say to you?” I pick up the strands of her fingers as I take her out back. I don’t want her in that fucking storeroom, so I take her to mine, it’s the only thing I can think of.

She doesn’t even look up. I watch as her whole body changes. Her shoulders turn inward as she walks over to the basin, splashing water over her face and pulling up from the sink. Her eyes are vacant and she’s not here for me. “Hey, did you hear me, Lara? I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. Come on, you can tell me, what did he say to you?”

She glides right past me to the window rubbing her shoulders. “Let’s go back out I wanna drink. I need a drink.” Her voice is low and quiet.

“Sure, whatever you want. I got you.” The chilliness in her eyes is blowing my mind. One minute we were bumping and grinding not wanting to be apart, and next we’re divided and she’s staring at me like I’m a stranger. Fuck me. The warehouse is dead except for a couple of prospects playing video games in the corner.

I’m grateful they’re not here right now, especially Slash. He’s the problem and she’s upset he shot her father. I can’t pick it; she won’t talk to me. I don’t want the boys saying stupid ignorant shit. I’m amazed at the change, and whatever he said to her must have been crazy enough to force her into shut down. I make her a strong whiskey with coke handing it to her. She puts the drink to her lips, her eyes glazed over. She gulps it down like water in one hit but doesn’t ask for another one. I know how strong I made it, so it’s gotta be burning her throat.

“Give me a minute.”

I back off, rolling the purple eight ball into the hole. Sighing in annoyance I shuffle over to the bar as Fiona walks over to me. I’m standing awkwardly at the pool tables playing around for a minute, because- fuck what am I supposed to do? “Hey, what’s cracking with you?”

“I don’t know…shit went down. Slash tell you?”

“Yeah, yeah, he did. You didn’t the drugs back. What happened?”

“Slash shot her Pops, Lara wanted to see him, but he said some shit to her. I was outside, but I could hear him screaming at her. Fucking crazy ass fool. She’s a gun. I don’t get what the fuck his problem is,” I say wanting to defend her and it’s making me crazy inside that she’s not talking to me. I’ve never wanted to protect any female until now.

Fiona looks over at her for a minute bobbing her head up and down. “Tell me what she was like when she got out of the hospital… I got a feeling about it.”

“She’s numb, cold. Up and down. I tried to hug her and it’s like she thinks I’m a leper or something. All I want to do is help her. I don’t wanna hurt her. I don’t think she understands that.” I’m frustrated and it’s only because I don’t know enough. I stub my foot at the ground. I can see her mind ticking over. Running around and around like a loop.

“Huh, must be tough to be a Savage Outlaws daughter. That’s a whole fucked up club, they hit those drugs hard.I mean hard.You know Simone’s told me stories. I’ve been through some completely off the wall fucked up shit, stuff that makes you suicidal and like you don’t wanna live again. You feel like you have no hope. That’s what it was like living in that dungeon those men put me in.” I stare at Fiona feeling chills up my spine. I ain’t like Psych with all that empathetic shit, but this is unreal. Fiona’s voice changes and I can feel the pain. I don’t want it either, but it’s right there on the surface as she’s talking. If that’s the same shit my girl is going through, then I gotta figure out a way to fix it.

“Right. That’s fucking mad. I’m sorry.”

Fiona shrugs. “It doesn’t go away, it fades, but the triggers are still there. The lostness, the despair. It cuts deep like a knife in the soul. I can see it in her eyes. That’s what she’s doing with the drugs. There’s something else going on, so this ain’t about what he said to her. It’s way, way, way deeper. I feel her fear, I’ve been where she is and it’s a dark fucking place. I’m not in the darkness anymore, and it’s a struggle to get out of, but give her time.”

I pour a drink with a heavy heart listening to Fiona soaking up the game of women. I never wanted to listen to hearing shit about them, but I wanna know about Lara.

I’m leaning against the bar propping it up figuring out how I can smooth it over. I want her to feel comfortable enough to tell me what’s going on for her.

I stop. Dead in my tracks.Shit. Nah, nah nah. Shit can’t be real.She ain’t about to do that. Fiona’s eyes follow mine. “What are you loo-”

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