Living with the Club

Fight or Flight

Juice had been gone for a week and Veronica was missing him greatly.
He called her once from the road and told her that the club was doing a patch over in Nevada and that he probably wouldn't be able to talk much. She missed the sound of his voice and the feel of his skin.
Veronica spent plenty time in his bed at home.
It was Sunday and Veronica had barely left the bed in thirty hours.
She knew that she most likely looked a mess.
She heard the front door open.
"Baby?" He called.
"Juan Carlos!!" She called back excitedly.
She ran to him and jumped into his arms. He almost fell back, but caught himself and her. He was holding her up by her thighs, trying to pull her closer.
She grabbed his face and pecked him over and over on his face.
"I missed your voice and your face and especially you," she said between pecks.
He chuckles, "I missed you too, Roni."
She gave him a long kiss then he dropped her to her feet.
"How was your week?" He asked.
"I spent a lot of time sleeping, what about you?"
"Drank a little, saw the guys get shitfaced. Pretty entertaining."
She smiled, missing his voice so much.
"Why are you smiling?" He asked, smirking.
"Because you're back."
He kisses her, running his hand down her back.
"I need a shower. Interested?" he murmurs.
She smiled, taking his hand and pulling him toward the bathroom.

Veronica and Juice spent a few hours combing through stuff that could be donated to Goodwill and talking about how to transform her bedroom into an office. The room was practically useless to her now because she spent so much time in his room. She even brought up getting a car and he told her that he would look into it for her. She was grateful for his openness to her and helpfulness for her. By one in the afternoon, Clay sent Juice on a run.

Veronica went to the clubhouse to do a job for Clay. She overheard some members talking about Veronica herself.
"Juice said she's kind of needy," Half Sack says, his voice oozing with annoyance.
"Yeah, he makes it seem like she's really attached."
"He even said that the sex was getting boring. She must not be very exploritory in the realms of pleasure" a voice which sounded like Ricky said and that hurt her the most, Ricky was practically family. But she couldn't believe what she was hearing, how could Juice say these things?
"He'll probably end up hooking up with sweetbutt on one of our trips."
She felt a gnawing sensation in her stomach. She walked out if the clubhouse and hopped on her bike. She put a call into Juice.
The call went to voicemail and she simply said, "we need to talk."
She wanted to puke. How could he possibly feel chained by her? He always seemed to reciprocate her feelings. She tried to push it out of her mind, but it floating around until she began cry. What they said shook her and she couldn't explain why, maybe a part knew she was exactly what they said.
She finally got a call back from Juice.
"What did you want to talk about, baby?"
"Can you come home?"
"Yeah,  I have some free time."

He was there in fifteen minutes.
"What's up, baby?"
He leans in to kiss her and she turns her face so his lips land on her cheek. He knows it is big now.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I need a break."
"From the club?"
"From us."
"Why?"
"I'm going back to Nevada for the time being."
"You're running away," he says in a tone of fact.
"I am not," she argued.
"You are avoiding the why."
"There's no me anymore," she says, feeling rational.
"There's no me either. There's us."
"No, you have the you in the club and the you with me. I have me with you but no me with anything else."
"You act like I have two personalities."
"You don't?"
"No, I'm real with you."
"Are you?"
"You're starting to piss me off," he says raising his voice.
"I'm too needy, I'm attached, and I lack the sexual drive to please you," she quotes the boys at the club.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He says, frustratingly running his hand over his head. Juice thought she sounded insane, all he wanted to was to see his girl and now he was being attacked.
"You know very well what I'm talking about."
"I didn't come here to spend my free time to be treated like I'm incompetent," he growls, turning toward the door.
"Now who's running?"
"How dare you. You're the one that called me here, avoided the point, making me jump through hoops to get to the root of the issue. I can't fix  whatever if you can't get your pig head out of your ass to talk to me."
"Pig head? Asshole."
"We're done here," he said, disappearing out the door.
Veronica is left wondering if she made the right call on how she handled the situation. Which she came to the conclusion that she probably didn't.

Juice went to the club house and went to Chibs for advice on what to do about Veronica.
He told him what happened in a distressed tone.
"Sounds to me like the club was testing her loyalty because from what your saying she in fact is not a bad needy, is not too attached, and pleases you in the right ways. She wouldn't come up with that stuff on her own, brother."
Juice stares considering this and he realizes that Chibs is quite right.
She wouldn't come up with that on her own.
"Do you love her?" Chibs asks Juice.
Juice nods without thought.
"That's all that matters. Brother, work it out with your old lady."
Juice turned and left quickly, driving him to his old lady once again.