HIS Old Lady

CHAPTER 5: Can She Be Any More Adorable and Hot?!

●ANNIE●

        I hear Jay pick up. He doesn't sound too happy. 

        "Hello?" I try and yell over the loud music in the club. "Red?"I ask. 

        "What do you want?!" He demands. 

        "I'm sorry to bother you. It's me, Annie. Rachelle is drunk and is picking a fight with this big dude and now all his people are trying to rally around us and....well....I'm scared. Can you please come and take us home?" I ask him. 

        I felt bad calling him and was hesitant at first. However, He was the only one I know I could call because of the situation. 

        "Stay there! I'm coming!" He says. 

        Before I could say thank you or anything, I immediately hung up at the fact that I noticed the guy she was arguing with looks as though he was about to punch her. 

        This all started because of me. The guy and some of his friends wouldn't leave me alone and him in particular was putting his hands all over me and wouldn't stop. That's when she stepped in. 

        I then notice he slaps her hard to make her almost fall to the side and I immediately jump on his back and try to hit him and choke him but then I feel someone pull me off of him. 

        I continue kicking and screaming for him to let me go. But he's holding onto my wrists and pinning them against my chest with one hand of his while the other one is around my waist. 

        "Ooooh, feisty. I like that." The drunken biker tells me before putting me down and quickly spins me around to face him while tightly holding my wrists together still. He then squeezes my face with his other hand, trying to kiss me, but I try telling him again, over and over again, 'NO!' and turning my head to avoid his lips touching me. 

        I close my eyes and the next thing I feel is my wrists being let go from his tight grasp and feel these two strong arms wrap around my waist. 

       I open my eyes and see the guy knocked out on the ground with blood dripping from his mouth. Then I get turned around and see Jay is holding me. 

        "Are you OK?" He asks me. 

        "Yes." I nod in reply. 

        "Come on." He says as he grabs hold of my hand and then motions with his other hand for his guys to leave with him. 

        I get on the back of Jay's bike, wrap my arms around his waist and tightly hold on. While Rachelle is riding on the back of Knockout's. 

       We then start heading back to the clubhouse. 

       Rachelle is still pissed and drunk while walking into the house. 

        "What the fuck were you thinking?" Jay yells while turning around to look at her. 

        "Oh great. Here comes another lecture." She rolled her eyes. 

        "It's one thing to put your life in danger, but it's another, when you risk other's lives as well. You need to control your fucking tantrums and grow the fuck up." He yells. 

        "Fuck you! I'm not endangering anyone's life!" She yells back. 

        Everyone at this point who's up is around the bar, watching and listening to this argument as though it's amusement. 

       I couldn't take it anymore. This was all because of me. They were fighting all because of me. I had to end it. 

        "It's my fault, OK?!" I interrupted. 

       Both Rachelle and and Jay's eyes are on me. 

       "It's my fault that she got into a fight." I continued. 

       "No, it's not." Rachelle replies, more calm towards me.

        "Yes. It is." I look at her then at Jay. "She was just trying to protect me and defend me. The guy wouldn't leave me alone and so, he tried touching me and I tried pushing him away but wasn't able to. I spit in his face and he got pissed off and slapped me against my cheek. That's when she stepped in." I felt terrible. 

        Both Rachelle and Jay looked at each other and both giving an apologetic look towards one another. 

        Knockout breaks up the awkward silence. 

        "Alright children of the corn. Who's hungry for some wings and pizza?" 

        "I am!" A few people, including Rachelle said.