Crazy Butte

4

Tara's pov**

After the crew left, I slide down behind the bar to sit on the floor. How could a person do that? Did he do that to me? Am I one of his victims? Why can't I just be happy? What is so wrong with me that I am not allowed to be happy?

"You will be happy. I will make sure of it. Slasher will make sure of it. He loves you and will protect you." Vic said from where he stood at the end of the bar. "You deserve the best and we will make sure you get it. You're my babygirl, just as much as Lana is. Now come on, you lift yourself up off that floor and dust yourself off. You lift that chin and tell all those pussy bitches to kiss your ass. You're a Crazy Horse! And we fight back!"

I look up as he starts talking. "I'm not a Crazy Horse Vic. I don't belong anywhere."

"Don't you ever deny us again! You are a part of us. From the moment that you started rebuilding your life after Danny. You're breaking my heart babygirl. Don't let them break you!" I saw tears in Vic's eyes. My god he's hurting for me!

"Am I good enough to be one of you?"

"I don't know what the hell is going on in here, but if I hear that uncertainty coming from your mouth one more time, I will personally kick your goddamn ass! Tara Elizabeth Wilks! Stand your ass up and carry on!"

I look up to see Gina standing there. And she was so pissed off!

I stand up and wipe my face free of the tears. "I'm hurtin Gina, really bad."

"Come on! Come with me. Vic, get her a whiskey and keep em comin." She led me to the table. Then she turned off the open sign and locked the door. "Now tell me what I missed. After you drink that."

I swallowed the whole shot of Jack in one go. Vic instantly refilled the glass and sat there with the bottle. The story started off slow, but came out more smoothly as I downed shots. Soon enough I was finished talking, which was a good thing, I was too drunk to even talk. I lay my head on the table and slept.

I am floating on air! No, that can't be right. Unless the air is hard as a rock! Ok, I'm floating through the air on a boulder. So odd, but that's the way my life is. Odd and out of control. Thank God I have Asher! I love him so much!

"I love you too Tara." Ash said from above me as he put me on the bed.

I open my eyes and see him looking at me smiling. "You're here and I'm not dreaming?"

"No dream sweetheart. I'm here. Are you good now?"

"Always when you are with me." I sat up and stretched. "What time is it?"

"Just after six." He sat down beside me. "Hungry?"

"Yeah, I am. Is he dead?"

"Yes, very much so. Along with his laptop. He can't hurt anyone else."

"Good! Does he still have his dick attached?"

"No, I shot it off. I was going to cut it off, but the more I thought about what I saw on the computer, the more pissed off I got. I lost my temper. I emptied my piece into him.....twice. But I won't bore you with the details." He paused for a moment. As if trying to pull himself together. "I haven't done a very good job of protecting you. That will change. Mom and Vic are cooking. We will eat then talk about everything. You will have some choices to make. Starting with, do you want to marry tomorrow or Friday. Do you want to live here or somewhere else?"

"We can live here. Unless we have more than one kid. It will be too small to have more. I own this land and house."

"We can always build a bigger house. Anyway, that's for the future. You feel like eating? They said that you were pretty drunk. Something about fourteen shots of Jack? Seriously Tara?"