Life Like Rocks

Chapter 3

I followed Ezekiel and Angel closely as the three of us walked to the motel. I had grabbed my duffle bag off the back of my bike and I was lucky I did.

Ezekiel turned slightly to me, then he asked, "Want me to carry your bag?".

"Thanks but no. I barely know you and your brother. Sorry to be blunt, but I don't trust you two," I respond.

I let my grip tighten on the bag as I thought of the things I had in the bag. I shake my head and sigh.

Is it I don't want someone to carry my bag because I'm scared they'd think I'm weak or is it because I have Jax's Reaper hat and hoodie neatly tucked away in it, I ask myself.

I shake my head again, feeling old memories begin to resurface. I missed my old crew, but half were either in jail or dead. I then began to think of the only thing I wanted to do once Ezekiel and Angel left.

"Hey, you okay," I heard Ezekiel ask, then I saw him waving his hand in front of my face.

"Was just thinking," I admit, blinking back tears.

"You sure," Angel asked me, his voice mimicking the concern in Ezekiel's.

I nod, but my mind drifted back to my past and how I spent the time from I was twenty years old to the time I was twenty four years old. During those four years I had been Jax's Girl. Everyone in the club, even Gemma, had called me that.

I roll my shoulders and bury the happy memories I had. I felt Ezekiel and Angel watch me, but I didn't say anything. Once in the motel office I pay for a night, watching the person at the desk give me a dirty look.

I roll my eyes at them, then begin walking to the room numbered 106. I unlocked the door and walk in, leaving it open. I sit my bag on one of the beds and plop down on the other.

I put my head in my hands, forcing myself not to break down and let tears fall. I shake my head once more, then I unzipped my bag and pulled out the hoodie. I sniffed it then I pulled it on.

The hoodie somehow still smelt like Jax. I let myself get so caught up in my memories of Jax that I completely zone out and forget about my guests. I jumped off the bed when I felt Ezekiel hug me.

Both of us fell onto the floor, then Ezekiel groaned. I bite my lip and help him up, my face on its way to looking like a tomato. Ezekiel shook his head and blinked twice. Neither of us heard Angel laughing his ass off.

"Sorry," I murmured, sitting back down.

"No harm done, RK," Ezekiel said, then he glared at Angel.

I watched Angel roll his eyes, then he said, "Dad won't be able to make it. He and Bishop are having a small meeting with Alvarez.".

"Then how the hell are we going to get stuff for stitches," Ezekiel sighed.

I bit my lip and intervened, "I have some liquid stitches in my cosmetic bag. I don't wear any makeup so that bag is just for Band-Aids, small gauze packs, tape, a small ace bandage and liquid stitches.".

Ezekiel nodded, then he patiently waited as I dug in my bag and found what I had told them about. I shyly handed over the smaller bag, just waiting for one of them to make a comment about it having a cartoon character on it.

Will I ever trust anyone?