Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

70. Alexis

Waking up in our bed alone felt so fucking wrong.

The entire club had been up drinking till the wee hours of the morning. It definitely wasn't a party by any means, more of a shared drowning of sorrows.

My head hurt and my mouth was dry as shit. Dragging myself from the bed, I made my way into the kitchen for a glass if water. Deciding that I didn't want to face anyone today, I set about giving the apartment a quick tidy up, before flopping down on the couch.

As I wondered what to do with my day, I spied the box of my art supplies that had been brought up from our old room. It felt like a lifetime since I'd drawn, and it was one thing that always managed to level my emotions, so I decided to get back into it.

Turning the speakers on and connecting my phone, I put my usual playlist on. Our Lady of Sorrows by My Chemical Romance instantly started belting out, and I couldn't help but smile. As I set about setting my things up on the tiny desk the apartment had, it felt good to be getting back into it.

Music and drawing really were my happy places. Grabbing the pencil and my sketch book, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander, and soon images were filling my mind. Before I knew it my hand was to the paper, my concentration honed as I began the piece of art.

It started with a woman, sitting cross-legged. Her hair piled on top on her head in a messy bun, her eyes deep in concentration. In one hand she held a human heart full of stitches and marks her other hand held a needle and thread.

As I put my pencils down, I couldn't help but think that the woman in my drawing reminded me of someone. For a second I couldn't for the life of me think who it was, but then it hit me like a tonne of bricks.

It was Jessica.

I'd spoken to her a little last night before she'd become overwhelmed and retreated back to her room. She was a really sweet girl and I hated to imagine the shit she'd been through.

Picking up the pencil once more, I scripted out a single word beneath the image. 'Survivor'.

Closing the book, I leaned back in my chair. I'd give it to her one day.

Looking at the time, it was just after 10am, and the growling in my stomach reminded me that I couldn't actually remember the last time I'd eaten anything.

Heading into the lift and making my way down to the clubhouse levels, everything was still quiet. I guessed everybody was sleeping off their hangovers, all the businesses were closed while the club grieved and sorted themselves out.

I entered the kitchen to find Jenny looking worse for wear, banging and crashing around as she threw different cooking utensils and foods onto the bench.

I cleared my throat and she looked up at me.

"Morning love" she said then groaned. "God I'm too old for this hangover bullshit" she mumbled, turning her attention back to what she was doing.

"I'm just whipping up a quick feed before I drag my sorry ass back to bed. Want anything?" she asked.

"Nothing calls to me more right now than a big fat bacon sandwich right now" I replied and she giggled.

"Sounds fucking good."

"Let me help" I told her, making my way around the bench and putting a frying pan on the element.

"You're a lifesaver doll" she said with a smile.

We set about cooking up a big greasy feast, enough to feed an army, or atleast a throng of grumpy hungover bikers.

My sandwich was heaven, instantly helping the sickly feeling in my stomach.

As the first of the guys started filing into the dining room, I opted to stealth away and back up to my room.

After doodling for ages while I belted out the lyrics to my favorite songs, I felt the most relaxed I had been in ages. Still not relaxed enough to think about him though.

A knock on the door startled me, and I quickly turned my music down before getting up to answer it.

Doc stood there with a bag in his hand, while Tank casually leaned against the door frame.

"Morning Alexis" Doc greeted me.

"Dont worry, I'm just here to check and change your dressings. There was one cut on your outer thigh I was quite concerned about, needed a couple stitches. I would have checked up on you sooner, but with everything going on, it just sorta slipped my mind. I apologize."

"Don't worry about it Doc. Thanks for coming to see me." I shot him a small smile before moving my gaze to Tank.

"What do you want?" I asked him with a cheeky smile, and his mouth dropped open.

"How dare you speak to your emotional support person like that!"

I laughed, and his face split into a shit-eating grin.

"Just fucking with ya bestie! I'm just a nosy mother fucker. Came to check how you're doing since you were rude enough to eat and gap before me this morning."

I moved from the doorway and allowed them both to enter. I lay on the bed as Doc opened his bag and began pulling out bandage and waterproof plasters.  As he set to work changing the dressings Tank plonked himself down on the bed next to me, earning a raised eyebrow from Doc.

"What are our plans today Lex" Tank asked.

"Our plans?" I asked.

"Yup" he replied, popping the 'p'.

"Well I don't know about you but I'm just going to have a chill day up here. I don't really feel like being around people today."

He eyed me suspiciously.

"But actually, there is something you can do for me" I continued, not giving him a chance to speak.

"If I make a list could you pop to the store for me? Just a few snacks and shit.  Everything happened so fast we never got to do a grocery shop" I finished, my voice breaking at the thought of Dom.

"Oh shit Alexis, this one's worse than I thought" Doc said as he checked the wound on my thigh.

"Its definitely getting infected. I'll have to put you on a course of antibiotics."

Just my luck.

Once Doc has finished and given me so antibiotics to take, and I'd given Tank the list and sent him on his way, I was finally alone again.

I wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. Walking across the room, I opened one of Dom's drawers, pulling out a shirt and lifting it to my face, inhaling his scent deeply. God I missed him. My heart ached so much it physically hurt, made me feel sick.

Taking off my own shirt and pulling Dom's on, I climbed into bed, cuddling up to his pillow. The scent was slowly fading already.

It was only mid afternoon, but I felt sleep take over my body, as dreams of a handsome green eyed biker filled my mind.