*Willow*
Groaning I woke up sweating and feeling a weight across my stomach, lifting the blanket a little I saw an tattooed arm wrapped around me. Turning my head I saw a sleeping Blake wiggling around trying to get out from under him without waking him up, ten minutes later I was finally free walking out of the bedroom I walked down the hall finding a half bath I did my business before going to the kitchen.
"Bugger," I grumbled under my breath when I saw the broken glass. Looking around until I found the broom I cleaned up the mess before fixing me a cup of hot chocolate I sat down on the back porch and looked out over the lake.
"WILLOW!" I jumped when I heard my name being yelled, "Where are you?"
"Back porch," I yelled back and watched Blake pop his head out the door. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he sighed sitting in the swing with me. "I woke up and you were gone. I don't like it when you disappear, especially after the incident earlier."
"Oh," I whispered lookin down at my hands. "That doesn't happen very often anymore. Sorry if I freaked you out."
"That scared me," He whispered into my hair hugging me tightly. "You looked so broken and scared that I didn't know what to do. I don't like that feeling I never have. Who broke you?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled. "I don't like talking about it."
"I called Sala," he sighed. "He said to tell you he's on his way with the other girls."
"Oh," I sighed getting up. "Is it okay if I take a shower? I have some extra clothes in my car."
"Yeah," Blake smiled softly standing up. "You can use the shower that in the master while I get your clothes. Where are they in your car?"
"The blue dance bag," I said walking to the bathroom. After I showered using Blake's shampoo and body wash I walked into the bedroom startled to see him sitting on the bed with my bag sitting beside him. "Can you please leave so I can get dressed."
"Yeah," he said getting up and walking out.
Sighing I quickly got dressed and went to look for my phone. "Blake, do you know where my phone's at, I need to call my parents."
"What is this?" Jumping I turned to look at him before I noticed the little red notebook he was holding.
"Where did you get that?" I squeaked scared when I realized that it was mine, "Your not supposed to read that."
"Willow," he said looking at me sadly. "Is this what happened to you? I need to know so I can keep you safe."
"I don't want you to know," I whispered turning away from him. "I don't like it when people find out how weak I am."
"Bunny," he sighed wrapping his arms around me. "Your anything but weak. Your strong, talented, brave, beautiful, I could go on for forever. I'm sorry I wasn't there to keep safe, that should not have happened to you."
"Blake, you can't tell my parents."
"They don't know," he said shocked.
"No one here knows what happened when I went to LA. I don't want my mom and dad knowing."
"Alright," he sighed. "You hungry?"
"Thanks," I mumbled. "A little but I need to go home."
"I'm going to feed you first," Blake said grabbing his stuff off the counter. "Your to thin, I liked your curves that you had in high school."
"Really," I huffed. "Is that all you liked about me then, Mister Biker Prez."
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Biker's Willow {Wolves MC 1}
General FictionAll Willow has ever wanted was to be a dancer. When she gets a call from the hospital informing her that her old dance teacher had a heart attack she drops everything to return home. When she runs into her old friends she realizes that many things h...