Biker Boys

twenty five.

"Robin..." Jase whispered as if I would just burst and take him down also. But looking down at what I had done, I couldn't help but just stand there and think about what to do next, the adrenaline was pulsing through me.

"I had to." I swallowed, suddenly feeling more sober than I had felt only a couple minutes ago, "You saw... I had to." I convinced him on what we both already knew was the truth, but I kept feeling like I had to convince him.

I looked up from the body to him, "I know, Robby," he gave me a soft expression and stepped closer to me, with both his hands out, "Just give me the knife."

I held the knife out and he took it carefully, and it made me feel sick to my stomach that he was acting like my dad and the others had acted the other night, as if I was a wild animal that had gotten loose. But what made me feel more sick, was that I cared more about how Jase was looking at me than the fact that i just stabbed a man in the neck.

Granted, that man was a Whyos who had noticed Jase and was going to stab him, but I killed him. Jase tucked the knife in his bag and gripped the guys leg, "Grab that side, we need to get him out of sight."

I nodded and helped him pull the guy behind a tree and out of view from everyone. Jase pulled out his pre paid phone that the club must have just given him, and then he started dialing a number, "What are you doing?" I stepped closer to him.

"What do you think?" He said quickly, clearly stressed out. "Clay, yeah you need to come to us, we are just outside charming at this park, but there's a convenience store beside us... yeah we are there." He then hung up the phone and sighed, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, but then to my surprise he wrapped his arms around me as if I was about to explode in tears, but truthfully, I didn't feel anything.

"What the bloody hell happened?!" My dad said as he looked at the man then at me, "Is that your blood?" he asked, grabbing my shirt that had blood on it, but then breathing out in relief when he saw no cuts on my neck or shoulders.

"Whyos, he noticed me, so I stabbed him in the neck." Jase said, not even looking in my direction, even after I snapped my head in his direction for lying. Clay looked between him and me warily, but then sighed.

"We'll have to wait till night to get rid of the body, Chibs, Tig, you do that." Clay said looking to my dad, "Till its dark you'll have to stay here and make sure no one finds him,"

"Got it," my dad said,

Clay looked at Jase, "Take her jeep to the club then bring the van over, ill drive her home." He said now looking at me,

I narrowed my eyes, "Why can't I drop Jase at the club then I hang there?" I asked, wondering why he wanted to drop me off.

"It's safer if you go with Clay, now listen." My dad said. I rolled my eyes and muttered a whatever, then passed them and walked over to Clay's bike where I grabbed the helmet and put it on. Clay walked over to me and sat on his bike, then drove off with me on the back.

We arrived at my house finally and all I wanted to do was get inside and have a drink. I popped the helmet off and passed it to him then turned to my house, but he stopped me, "Did you tell him to lie?" he asked

My eyes widened and I turned around slowly, "Lie about what?"

He breathed out and looked to the side, but then back at me, "With a stab to the neck like that, blood would be everywhere, yet he is clean, how does that make sense?" he asked, "Tell me the truth, I won't say anything to your dad if that's what you want, and I'll let go of Jase's lie,"