glass. Which, apparently, was the only type of glass that she had. Not to mention the fact that I could smell the rancidness of the milk from where it was placed across the table from me. Then she tried to change Janie’s diaper. The next four hours were spent with Anna on the phone with someone, whom I’m guessing owns the house, because she told him she’d be done with her meeting around one, and to come home as soon ‘the little girl’ left, while we sat on the couch and played on my phone. She kept saying how she was sorry that he wasn’t allowed home, and that maybe she could just sneak him in next time.”
As I offered my explanation, James’ body became more and more like stone. By the end of my diatribe, the only thing moving was the breath in his chest. His pulse was pounding. Veins stood out all over his hands and forearms from the tightness of his clenched fists. His breathing was rapid, and I knew he was about to explode.
Not taking the time to think of why, I made the only decision I could, and threw myself into his arms. I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest, holding him down when he went to stand. To do what, I don’t know; but I knew if I let him leave right now, he’d be beating the shit out of something or someone.
“Let me go.” He said through clenched teeth.
“No.” I said, hanging on as he stood anyway.
“Let me go, now.”
I ignored his request, and continued to hold on to him. My arms were around his waist now, one hand locked around the other wrist, holding on for dear life.
He proved that my strength was no match for his in the next moment, effectively freeing himself from my grasp, and marching towards his bike.
I caught up with him seconds later, jumping on his back and curling my legs around his waist. “James!”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Cheyenne carrying a sleeping Janie into her house, and closing the door behind her. Sam watched the spectacle I was making, but didn’t comment.
Neither did Gabe, Elliott, Jack, or Max.
“Get off.” He demanded.
“No.” I snapped.
“Get. Off.”
“No.”
“Fine.” He snapped, and then mounted his bike.
Me being on his back, I had no choice but to follow.
Which is how I ended up riding like that on James’ bike, going excessively fast, and enjoying the absolute shit out of it. Once I realized he wasn’t going to stop, I let my feet relax from around his waist, placed them on the pegs, and held onto James as he accelerated out Free and onto the main road.
Four hours of riding, and one state later, James parked in front of a warehouse with what had to be fifty other bikes, as well as numerous cars parked in front of it. We’d passed the Louisiana border over two hours ago, and I had no clue where we were.
He swung his legs over the side, and then stalked off into the direction of the front door. When I realized he wasn’t even going to look back, I scrambled off the back of the bike and stumbled towards the door he’d disappeared into moments earlier. I stumbled because my ass was asleep from riding on the back of the bike for four hours, and don’t even get me started on the state of my bladder.
The door banged shut loudly behind me as I stepped through the door. Immediately my senses were assaulted. Smoke hung heavily in the air, and the sounds of fists meeting flesh drew my eyes to the middle of the room where a clearing that a crowd was gathered around.
Cheers went up as the sound of a heavy body hit the ground with a sickening thud.
I couldn’t see James in the mass of people, so I crept closer to the makeshift ring. All the while, my mind kept repeating, ‘The first rule is that you do not talk about fight club,’ which had me snickering.
My mind reeled. Was this place legal? What the hell would happen if there were a fire in here? Where would the massive amount of people go? Would I be trampled to death? Oh, my God, are those two people having sex?
Sure enough, they were. The woman looked a
As I offered my explanation, James’ body became more and more like stone. By the end of my diatribe, the only thing moving was the breath in his chest. His pulse was pounding. Veins stood out all over his hands and forearms from the tightness of his clenched fists. His breathing was rapid, and I knew he was about to explode.
Not taking the time to think of why, I made the only decision I could, and threw myself into his arms. I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest, holding him down when he went to stand. To do what, I don’t know; but I knew if I let him leave right now, he’d be beating the shit out of something or someone.
“Let me go.” He said through clenched teeth.
“No.” I said, hanging on as he stood anyway.
“Let me go, now.”
I ignored his request, and continued to hold on to him. My arms were around his waist now, one hand locked around the other wrist, holding on for dear life.
He proved that my strength was no match for his in the next moment, effectively freeing himself from my grasp, and marching towards his bike.
I caught up with him seconds later, jumping on his back and curling my legs around his waist. “James!”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Cheyenne carrying a sleeping Janie into her house, and closing the door behind her. Sam watched the spectacle I was making, but didn’t comment.
Neither did Gabe, Elliott, Jack, or Max.
“Get off.” He demanded.
“No.” I snapped.
“Get. Off.”
“No.”
“Fine.” He snapped, and then mounted his bike.
Me being on his back, I had no choice but to follow.
Which is how I ended up riding like that on James’ bike, going excessively fast, and enjoying the absolute shit out of it. Once I realized he wasn’t going to stop, I let my feet relax from around his waist, placed them on the pegs, and held onto James as he accelerated out Free and onto the main road.
Four hours of riding, and one state later, James parked in front of a warehouse with what had to be fifty other bikes, as well as numerous cars parked in front of it. We’d passed the Louisiana border over two hours ago, and I had no clue where we were.
He swung his legs over the side, and then stalked off into the direction of the front door. When I realized he wasn’t even going to look back, I scrambled off the back of the bike and stumbled towards the door he’d disappeared into moments earlier. I stumbled because my ass was asleep from riding on the back of the bike for four hours, and don’t even get me started on the state of my bladder.
The door banged shut loudly behind me as I stepped through the door. Immediately my senses were assaulted. Smoke hung heavily in the air, and the sounds of fists meeting flesh drew my eyes to the middle of the room where a clearing that a crowd was gathered around.
Cheers went up as the sound of a heavy body hit the ground with a sickening thud.
I couldn’t see James in the mass of people, so I crept closer to the makeshift ring. All the while, my mind kept repeating, ‘The first rule is that you do not talk about fight club,’ which had me snickering.
My mind reeled. Was this place legal? What the hell would happen if there were a fire in here? Where would the massive amount of people go? Would I be trampled to death? Oh, my God, are those two people having sex?
Sure enough, they were. The woman looked a
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