Biker Boys

thirteen.

My eyes fluttered open to see I was in Jax's room. All I could remember from the night before was getting piss drunk after I stole a bottle of Jack from the bar and hid in the laundry room with my headphones blasting music, Jax found me like he always seemed to. I remember him sitting with me fro a while, one headphone in my ear, one in his, as we sipped the strong liquor. then he took me back upstairs, showered with me, then we fell asleep in each others arms.

I turned my head and smiled slightly as the light glistened over his bare back, showing the curves of his beautiful muscular back and the small scars and large tattoos  that covered his pale skin.

My head throbbed but in this moment I could only think about him. I placed my hand softly on his warm skin and started tracing light patterns, enjoying how peaceful this morning all ready was.

He moaned quietly before turning his head to face me, his eyes peeking open with a small smile. "Morning babe," I gave him a small smile in return, not wanting to say anything. "Are you hungry?" he asked, but I shook my head. "Do you want a coffee?" he tried again, but I just shook my head once more, turning so I was lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling.

He rubbed his eyes, sitting up and getting off the bed. I watched as he entered the bathroom, but then looked across the room to see my vibrating phone.

Sighing loudly, I got up and walking over to see who was calling.

'Jase' I raised my brow, seeing as him and I haven't talked for a little before picking up the phone. "Hello?" I answered, looking to the bathroom where Jax was brushing his teeth.

"Robin, you nee-d to meet me, now." He said quickly and out of breath, already starting to worry me.

"What's the matter Jase, where are you?" I asked, picking up the dress I had worn yesterday and pulling it up my body. Jax looked over with toothpaste foaming from his mouth and the brush in hand, but I shook my head, telling him not to worry.

"Bring a f-first aid kit..." he sighed, "I'm outside your p-place."

"Stay there Jason, I'm on my way." I said before hanging up the phone and pulling the dress over my shoulders and slipping on my converse. "I'll be back, if you go out leave the door unlocked, I don't have a key." I said pulling my hair in a high pony tail and walking down the hall

I could hear him spit before jogging back to me. I was almost out the front door until he placed his hand on the handle and closed the door, "Robin, what's going on?" he asked, looking desperately into my eyes.

"I have to deal with my friend," I said, trying not to give away how nervous I really was. "I'll call if I need you Jax, but I gotta go." He looked up at the door before nodding slowly, letting me pass him and jog down the driveway.

Fifteen minutes I was at my house, and there Jase's car was, just sitting out front. I narrowed my eyes when I noticed red on the door handle, and that's when I ran the rest of the way and opened the unlocked door. "Jase, what the fuck!" I said looking down at the blood soaked shirt he was wearing.

He looked up at me with tired eyes before reaching his bloodied hand out to me. I gripped it and leaned down, looking around the car. "It's not that bad." He said slowly. I ignored him and carefully pulled up his soaked shirt.

I gulped when I saw the stab wound. "We are going to the hospital, now." I said gripping onto his arms and pulling him out of the car. I leaned him against the side as I opened the back door and helped him in carefully, trying not to hurt him or make things worse.