Biker Boys

eighteen.

"Find him!"

"Robin?"

"Fuck"

"What happened?"

"Do you know where you are?"

I opened my eyes to see I was in an ambulance, "Jase" I groaned while reaching my hand up to my head, but someone grabbed it and started rubbing my skin lightly with their thumb.

"Robby, I'm here, im so sorry Robin... fuck" I looked up to see my dad holding my hand with a clearly very worried expression, "I shouldn't have let ya go."

"Dad, where's Jason." I said, trying to get up, but the paramedic stopped me from moving and shined a light in my eyes, "Find him dad, find him." I spaced out from my dad and the paramedic's voices, focusing on the roaring Harleys that were following the ambulance. "Tell them to go look for him, please dad" I pleaded, just wanting to know Jase was alright.

"Fuck Robin, listen to the fucking lady and answer the goddamn questions!" he said and I glared at him, ignoring the single tear that escaped my eye.

"No this is not my fucking blood, can you see a fucking cut?!" I basically screamed, earning a glare from both of them. "And I don't know if anything is broken, I can't feel anything!" I screamed but then stopped when i realized what i said, "I can't feel my legs..." I said more quietly.

I tried to wiggle my toes but I couldn't feel any movement, I couldn't be paralyzed, I'm not paralyzed, "We are almost there, keep your eyes open sweetie." She said, giving me a small smile.

"Dad." I gulped, looking at him. His expression was full of worry and pain as he looked over me. He was scared, meaning I had a good reason to also be scared.

-Jax's Pov-

"She's my little girl!" he roared, still pissed off but not hitting me, so it was getting better. The crowd mostly got bored of this and returned back inside to drink some more, but Clay, my mom, and everyone was still out here.

I was about to try and convince him that I wouldn't do anything to hurt her, but the faint, yet deafening sound brought all our attention to the end of the TM parking lot. "What the hell was that?" Clay said, getting off the bench and stepping closer.

The sound of a crash was heard a block or two down the street followed by the shriek of tires. "Robin." Chips muttered, "No, no!" he freaked before running to his bike and pulling it off the ground. I followed his actions and jumped on my bike along with the others.

Worry filled with aching body, but I stopped thinking about my pain when the idea that Robin could somehow be involved in what we heard took over my mind.

The roar of Harley's filled the night as we took off out of the parking lot and down the street vaguely where we heard the crash.

My eyes widened when we got closer and closer to a storm of smoke and broken glass, along with a crushed, upside down, white Mercedes Benz, the same one Robin left in.

-Jase's pov-

Footsteps got closer and closer as I screamed Robin's name, trying to make it believable that I had just lost her.

My heart broke as I was being pulled out of the wreckage harshly, glass cutting my skin as I was dragged along the road, screaming for my best friend, the girl who I might not ever see again. "Robin!" I screamed, trying to reach my hand out.