Overprotective Times Ten {1}

1.1

I was tackled to the ground and Wyatt pinned my arms. Well, this is a compromising position.

"What do you mean you are not a virgin?" He demands forcefully.

As a hormonal teenage girl, you have instincts. One of mine is my mouth. Unwise statements come out naturally; I don't even have to try. 

"Well you see, when two people love each other and want to give each other everything. They give each other a special hug and babies are made. Now if you don't want babies made, you can use protection. Like condoms, which are like balloons that go over the male's special parts. Otherwise you can use birth control which are pills, injections, or IUDs the woman has implanted. Now, do you have any questions?"

"Yes, I do," Wyatt seethes, "why would you do that?"

"My parents weren't there to tell me I can't. They weren't there to tell me not to smoke, drink, use heroin, cocaine, pot. They weren't there to tell me not to get piercings, tattoos. I was free. Cause they weren't there. Then Jake came back. And here I am." I wish that was the actual truth; maybe then I wouldn't be such a fuck up.

"How many times?" Wyatt asks looking scared to know the answer. Don't worry buddy, you won't be getting the actual answer.

"Only like twenty six," I quietly state. More like twenty six hundred actually.

"Jake was only gone for three years and checked in every two weeks" he says bewildered. Oh really, I didn't notice.

"Yeah," I admit, "do you think I'm a slut now?"

"No, I think you made a poor decision," he says. I've heard that one before.

"How many guys?" he asked curiously.

"Eighteen," I answer guilty. The truth is I couldn't even count them if I tried.

"Great, that's a lot of murders to make look like accidents," he complains, "where are you from again?"

"Melbourne."

"Okay I need these guys names, phone numbers, and addresses," he orders looking as serious as a heart attack.

I look at him as if he's crazy; he obviously is.

"Don't forget social security number," Jay speaks up. Fuck.

"How much have you heard?" I groan. I can't have Jax if anybody finding out about this. Hell, I didn't even want Wyatt knowing about this.

"Just him being overprotective. Good job man; glad we got more hands on deck." Jay says giving Wyatt a bro-hug.

"Anytime sir."

"You don't have to call me sir."

"Oh," he states, "okay Jay." He finishes shielding his face.

"How bad was your childhood?" Jay asks in disbelief. Wyatt just shrugs.

"We leave in thirty minutes," Jack announces and we give a quick nod.

"I'm sorry," Wyatt apologizes pulling me into a hug, and he lightly kisses the top of my head but in a protective way if that makes sense.

"It's okay, but you should consider joining the force."

"They usually prefer workers without a criminal record," Wyatt points out.

"You'd be pretty surprised," Justin butts in, "get ready Jamie."

I leave the room and head into my bedroom. I get changed into joggers and I steal one of the guys hoodies; they won't care. I'm sure gonna look great at the courthouse. I put my hair up in a messy bun and put on my glasses.