Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

23. Alexis

If you'd have told me 6 months ago I'd be sitting here, alone in my room with any guy, let alone a motorcycle gang member, I would have laughed right in your face. Yet here I am, and by my own doing too.

The way some of those other women were staring at him across the room earlier made me want to jump them and scratch their eyes out, and I had no right to feel so protective over him but I couldn't help myself.

So a couple sneaky shots later here we were, alone in my room with a case of beer. Like bloody teenagers. Yet it was strangely comforting to have him here with me.

You know, this is not how I pictured my life turning out, I said.

What do you mean he responded, and in that moment I decided to throw caution to the wind and open to Dom. Let him see how fucked up I am, and if he doesn't run screaming then maybe I'll give him a chance.

Taking a swig of my beer, I started my story.

When I was 16, I met a guy. He was everything I thought I ever wanted, and  he seemed to like me too. I guess you could say we were high school sweethearts, although I hate that term. Fast forward a few years, I was part way through my tattoo apprenticeship, he was interning at his daddies company. He proposed, I said yes, then everything changed. He started putting in more hours at work, coming home late and stressed out. He grew distant, and I started to feel more like a slave than a partner. If things around the house weren't done he'd yell and throw things. Then came the emotional abuse, telling me I was worthless, that I was lucky he put up with me because no other man would.

The day he first hit me shook me to my core. He apologized, told me how sorry he was and that it would never happen again. But it did. Over and over again. And then he just started taking what he wanted from my body too. Forcing himself on me. Telling me I was his and it was his right. That if I ever left he'd hunt me down and kill me. I wasn't allowed to work, go out, have friends.
All the scars on my stomach are from him. The sick fuck got off on it.

And then one day, I just decided I'd rather die than spend another minute in that house. I waited until he left for work, and I fled. By absolute chance, I ran into Charlie's mum outside a gas station and she took me in. After I told Charlie what happened, she insisted I move here with her. It took me months to even go outside, out of fear he'd find me, but some tough love from Char helped me to see I couldn't hide forever.

And you pretty much know the rest.

I downed the last of my beer, hands shaking, when I felt a strong protective arm wrap around me, pulling me in. I looked up to see his eyes dark with a rage unlike anything I'd seen before, it almost scared me.

Tell me the fuckers name and ill end his life he spoke through gritted teeth.

Seriously Alexis, I'm not fucking around right now.

I'm not going to tell you, I said softly, placing my hand on his leg.

But I told myself I'd never put myself in a position to be hurt by a man ever again. And then I met you, and you had me feeling all kinds of things I didn't want to feel. I tried to fight it for so long... but I'm not sure i want to anymore.

I found out I was pregnant two days before I lost it. Barely enough time to even process it, but long enough to feel that for the first time in a long time, I was going to have my own family again. Someone in this world related to me by blood, that I could love with everything I have. And then it was gone, ripped away from me again. My heart can't handle anymore hurt. It really can't Dom.

I was in tears now, my heart aching for the things I could have had, things that were now lost to me. No physical pain could outmatch what I was feeling right now, I'd take a thousand cigarette burns to the stomach before I had to feel like this again.

Pulling me into his lap, Dom started cradling me gently, brushing my his thumb across my cheek to wipes the tears, and kissing the top of my head. Looking up into his eyes, I watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek. This man was hurting too, and I'd never once stopped to think that he'd even care in the slightest.

Burying my face into his chest, sobs wracked my body. We just sat there for hours, oblivious to the world around us, caught up in our own grief and longing for our baby. After what felt like hours, I began to feel the familiar haze of sleep overtaking my body and I welcomed it, completely exhausted from allowing myself to feel properly for the first time in a long time.