The Biker's Sparrow

Chapter Nine

*******Sparrow

Three days... Three days since I woke up in Sniper's bed... Three days since he disappeared... Three days and not even a word. Pierce said he had sent Sniper on a run with some of the prospects and I could believe he did but it pissed me off that Sniper didn't even call. Mattie was not happy when I showed up with bruising on my neck, no matter what reason I gave him. To be honest, I wasn't mad at Sniper for my neck. It wasn't entirely his fault, I know you're not supposed to wake someone from a night terror but he looked like he was in pain and I couldn't stand it. "I'm fine, Mattie."

"That bastard could've killed you." Mattie threw his shirt over his head angrily as we were getting off of work.

"But he didn't," I shook my head. "Look, Sniper is suffering from sever PTSD, he was asleep. He didn't know what he was doing. And he looked scared shitless before he left, he didn't mean to."

"Still doesn't mean I like him." We both walked out of the hospital and he walked me to my car. "Jut please be careful."

"Always am," I gave a smile. "And do me a favor."

"Depends on the favor." Mattie groaned while I chuckled.

"Get some closer over Mercy, please." He gave me a look, "You're not over her. I know you're not. So do it for me, I don't like seeing my friend sad."

"I don't like seeing my friend with bruises on her skin." He deadpanned and I rolled my eyes.

"Mattie," I warned and he sighed.

"Fine," he shook his head. "I'll leave it alone and get closer. Happy?"

"Extremely," I waved as I got into my car and drive towards my house. I hadn't stayed at the club house since that night and not because I didn't want to. Because I didn't want to while Sniper wasn't there, I missed him, and he was running from me again. "That little bastard..." I pulled into my driveway and Sniper was there, leaning on his bike. "What the hell do you want?"

"Sparrow, I get you're mad." He started and I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Do you really?" I asked angrily and he ran a hand though his hair.

"Yes," he sighed. "I'm sorry about your neck. I swear had I known it was you..." He stopped talking when I punched his cheek.

"Fuck!" I growled, mostly to myself as I gripped my wrist. "I'm not mad at you for that, jackass!" I rubbed my wrist and moved it from his grip. "You fucking left me! Again! I needed you, I trusted you! And the minute you do something wrong, even when it wasn't your fault, you leave!"

"Birdy," he stepped towards me and I stepped back.

"I love you, Daniel." I sighed, dropping my wrist from my hand. "No matter how hard I try not to, I do. I get you have baggage, hell everyone does. But you don't get to just leave when something goes wrong or you're afraid I'll react a certain way. That's not how relationships work. You don't just get to leave!" I seethed before turning in my heel and making my way to my house. I stepped inside and slammed the door, walking to flop on my bed. I closed my eyes and felt a tear roll down my cheek. I vaguely heard the door open and a moment later the bed dipped. "I've had people leave me my whole life. My momma, my papa, and my brother. You don't get to make me love you and do the same." Sniper pulled me to him, tucking me under his arm as I cried.

"I'm sorry, Birdy." He whispered as he kissed the top of my head. "I'm not good at this. Not good at staying in one place. I haven't been since I got back from war." He gulped and my heart strings tugged violently. "But I want to be a part of your life. I want you to love me. I want to be loved by you. I want to love you. But it scared the hell out of me that I can hurt you. It scared the hell out of me when I woke up. I hadn't had a night terror in a long time, didn't think much of it at the time. But when I woke up with my hands around your throat it scared me more than anything. I just couldn't believe I did that, I was afraid you'd leave. I was afraid of myself." I looked up at him and this time it was my turn to hold him while he cried.

"Listen to me," I held his face in my hands. "I'm not going anywhere. I know that you've been through hell and back, know that you can't just get over it. I'm not scared, of you or your dreams. I love you, Daniel Collins. All of you. Your dreams and ambitions. Your strengths and weaknesses. Nothing scares me more than the thought of you leaving me. So, please, don't leave me. Even when we fight or when you have a freak out moment. Just, please, always come back to me." I kissed his lips lightly, hugging him close to me. "I can't lose you. If you leave you're taking my heart with you."

"I promise, I'll always come back to you." He whispered, hugging me close. "You're mine, Sparrow Williams."

"And you're mine, Daniel Collins. Forever."