Overprotective Times Ten {1}

0.8

Where are we going? Dozens of questions cloud my head. Oh holy lord, I brought skittles in my lunch. What if I don't make it back? I don't want my precious skittles to go to waste. I'm leaving all my skittles to my dead cat Fernando. I'm so caught up in my thoughts; I don't even notice we stopped until I hear Wyatt clear his throat awkwardly. I look up and we're at some type of warehouse. Well this is wonderful.

We enter and I see many sweaty men in what looks like a boxing gym. It had a ring, punching bags, and dummies; fake ones too. He dragged me through the gym and into the men's locker room. Why weren't there any girls in the entire gym? We can punch too. Sexist swine.

"Where is the female population?" I ask snottily. What? If he wants to drag me to some random warehouse in the middle of nowhere, then I have the right to be a bitch.

"They don't exactly like hanging out in a sweaty gym, so they don't," he explains. We walk over to a small bar top.

"So, how do you want your coffee," I laugh, "hey, I said we would go out for coffee and were technically out for coffee."

"Black," I chuckle and he gags. What? I can't stand the taste of sweet coffee. I'll spend my calories elsewhere. He hands me my coffee and we start walking around. We eventually end up in an office that has a plaque that reads Wyatt Park.

"So, why are we here?" I ask.

He takes a deep breathe. "I guess it's time to tell the truth. Before I tell you," Wyatt starts, "I need you to provide not to leave until I'm finished. Can you do that?"

"Of coarse," I respond. Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into this time.

"I all started when I was eight. My father brutally stabbed my mother in front of me. All because he wanted to remarry another woman. He was never caught and no one ever believed my testimony. Every time I brought up my mom, he would beat me. I still have the scars. He remarried and I became invisible which I guess was better. My half brother, who you already met, was the one and only. At first, the only time they paid attention me was to beat me. Eventually, I became completely invisible. They didn't even know I existed. I moved out and lived on the street. I was rescued by a gang leader. He taught me to fight, race, hold up my own. My life was great up until we went to war. We had to face another gang. My brother was part of the other gang. He immediately recognized me and told my father. I was arrested and sentenced to eight months in prison. But wait, it gets better. I was arrested by Jax, and Justin was the head guard of my wing. Let's just say, there was more than one failed escape attempt. The day after I was released my father attacked me. I was in a coma for three months. I reported it, but no one believed it. I went back to my gang to see my brother as the leader. He took me hostage, and I was tortured for a month. I finally escaped and joined a new gang. But my brother is still out to get me. I'm blamed for murder, rape, and robbery constantly. Anything my brother does, gets traced back to me. Thankfully, I always have an alibi. However every time I blame to him, I become crazy in their eyes. Oh no, Asher's an angel," he states with so many emotions I can't even determine just one.

"That's so sad, frustrating, and confusing to me," I start, "but I know your not a bad guy."

"That's debatable," he states," I'm still part of a gang, I'm still a street fighter, I've still murdered hundreds of innocent people."

"Your broken and that's okay," I began, " I was and still am. Might I suggest getting a crazy brother who is a SWAT officer to force you to move across the world."

"That would be great. You have plenty. Can I borrow one? I promise I'll return it," he begs fake pouting.

"Oh don't worry, you can keep it," I coo, "how about Jax?"

"No thanks, you can keep that one," Wyatt laughs.

After that episode, we drink our coffee in silence and just kinda stared off into space.

Wyatt and I hang around getting to know each other. He teaches me some fighting techniques and we just have fun. Eventually, we head back to school. We get there at 1:54. So, Wyatt and I get to Jason's class late and take a seat.

"A word, Miss Duncan," Jason orders. I get up, and he basically man-handles me into the hallway. "Why the fuck did you walk out of history and magically disappear with Wyatt."

"He had some stuff he wanted to explain to me and I allowed him. We went and got coffee," I state smugly smiling at the memory.

"Wipe that look off your face right now," he growls.

"Meow," I laugh, "now if you excuse me I have the wonderful new language to bask in the glory of." He must have steam coming out of his ears, and I duck back into the class room and take a seat, on Wyatt's lap.

"Mrs. Duncan, we prefer that you take a seat in a desk," Jason calmly states. Although, you can see his nostrils flaring from a mile away."

"Of course, Mr. Herpes," I giggle getting up.

"It's Mr. Harper," he rages.

"Oh, that's a shame," I sigh, "Mr. Herpes has such a better ring to it." He just ignores me and continues on with his lesson. The devil call rings once again, and I'm off to P. E.

I take a look at the sports kit and almost die. My bra covers more area than the shorts and the "top" of this uniform. The top is literally a sports bra. Good thing I have a nice body and toned stomach. I go out and we are doing soccer. Oh fun, I like kicking things. Wyatt and I end up being team captains and we head out and start. My team wins 8-6. We didn't do so bad.

I head in to change and then head home in my car. When I get home, a pissed off Jax is standing next to an even more pissed off Jake. Fuck. My. Life. Well, I'll let you know if I get out of this one alive.

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