Diana, a timid 19-year-old artist, battles severe anxiety while recovering from the aftermath of a toxic relationship. With support from her father, the VP of a biker club, and his close-knit friends, she starts to heal. When she unexpectedly bonds...
(A/N: lyrics used in chapter are from the closer I get to you by Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway. They are NOT mine.)
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We don't have to talk about it I can walk you home and practice method acting I'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning
-Boygenius
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DIANA
Outside, the brisk autumn air came through the cracked window, carrying the sound of rustling leaves and the promise of the holidays right around the corner. It had been a little over a week since Eddie left my place with fresh ink on his ribs, and life had subtly shifted.
Looking in my mirror, I finished twisting the last few strands in my braid, noticing how I didn't feel the invisible guillotine that was Billy Hargrove hanging over my head this morning. I felt like I could breathe without having to look over my shoulder and check if he was there.
Part of me wondered how he reacted to being served the temporary order, but given the fact that there hadn't been any further issues, I figured that he must've took it on the chin.
Just as I finished securing a hair tie on the end of my braid, the phone on my nightstand rang. I rushed to pick it up, holding the white receiver to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hey D," Eddie's voice crackled through the line, immediately putting a smile on my face. "You busy?"
"Hi Eddie," I said, unable to suppress my grin. "I'm not right at this moment... but I'm getting ready to head to a charity event soon. Unless you wanted to tag along?" Please, I thought to myself, crossing my fingers.
"Sure, I'll come. Where should I meet you?" he asked, causing me to hold back a squeal of excitement.
"It's at the clubhouse. I'll pick you up."
"Are you sure? I don't mind driving," he insisted, but I wanted to take advantage of riding my bike while I still could. Winter was coming any day now, and it was only a matter of time before I had to lock my ride away for the season.
"It's fine," I said, finding myself pacing back and forth as we spoke. "I'll be there in ten, okay?"
"Okay. Drive safe."
"I will."
After hanging up, I made sure to grab my helmet and headed downstairs to leave. Dad was still in the living room, gathering everything he was tasked to bring to the Turkey Drive. "You leaving?" He asked as I walked past him.
