MC's Nomad (Broken Demons MC #5)

Chapter 10 - Evie

"Come out if you want to eat." Socket says banging on my door, I turn the speaker off and put my headphones back in before unlocking my door and heading to the kitchen

"Here." He says placing a wrapped burrito in front of me. We eat in silence before I go to head back to my room

"You just gonna hide in there forever?" Socket asks and I turn back to look at him

"I feel safer in there." I mumble and he rolls his eyes

"The whole house is secure and everyone knows it belongs to a patched member of Broken Demons, no one will come here." He assures me but it does little to change how I feel.

"I'm sorry Socket, I can't help being scared." I shrug

"Please Evie, I just want my sister back." He says and I can see the pain in his eyes

"Elijah just be glad I'm alive, because most days I don't want to be." I say before I turn back to my room

"Don't you think I feel guilty enough? Fuck." He curses before punching the wall

"It's not your fault, you know it isn't." I reply

"Yeah but if I hadn't borrowed the car everything would be different." He mumbles and I sigh

"Neither of us knew what was going to happen, don't blame yourself for it. If anything it's my fault for walking home instead of calling a cab." I reply

"But I was home. I was pissed Tammy didn't put out and I was back home when your shift finished. I should've picked you up. I was sat at home watching TV while you were taken." He never told me that before, that's why he's so angry, he's angry with himself and looking at me just reminds him of that.

"It's not your fault, it doesn't matter where you were, neither of us knew what was going to happen, you need to let it go, your anger won't change anything." I say before walking into my room and locking the door.

I hear the front door slam and then Sockets motorcycle roar as he rides off. It's dark out but I'll be ok. I have my flashlight, my music and the lights are on, I'll be ok. I light a cigarette as I sing along to Ariana Grande to try and distract myself.

Reaper texts me to check I'm ok, but I don't need his help. I don't understand why he's babysitting me, is it because Socket told him to? Or is this how the club works, members babysit each other families? I was scared being alone with him in his truck, he could've easily driven me somewhere and done whatever he wanted to me, but he didn't

"Stupid whore, stop screaming." The voice of the memory gets loose in my thoughts and I quickly turn my music up, singing as loud as I can to block it out. Tears run down my cheeks but I ignore them as I sing.

"Hold her down." He smirks as he pulls his knife from his belt

I'm practically screaming the lyrics now, anything to drown it out.

Over the noise I'm making I can still hear the motorcycle approaching and I assume Socket is back. I scream when I hear a knock on my window and turn to see Reaper standing there

"Hey, let me in?" He asks with a smile and I turn my music down before unlocking my door and going to the front door

"Why are you here?" I ask as he walks in and I lock the door behind him

"I saw Socket and figured you were alone, just wanted to check you're ok. Sorry I scared you." He says as he looks down at me

"Are you crying?" He ask as he reaches out to touch me but I flinch back

"Sorry." He says putting his hand back at his side

"I'm fine, you don't need to babysit me, I'll be ok." I assure him but he frowns

"Want one?" He asks holding out a packet of cigarettes, I take one and light it

"Want to watch a movie with me?" He asks pointing to the living room

"I'm just going to go to bed, you don't have to stay, I'll be ok Reaper." I assure him

"Well I'll only be bored in my room at the clubhouse, so you'd be keeping me company." He shrugs as he walks into the living room. He takes off his leather jacket and cut, as Socket calls it, before making himself comfortable on the couch

"What kinda movies do you like?" He asks looking back at me frozen in my spot in the hall, why does he care? I'm sure he could be partying with my brother instead of stuck here with trash like me.

"Well I hope you like action movies." He shrugs, I used to, I remember that. I don't know what I like now. I walk into the living room and sit in the armchair, bringing my knees up to my chest as some action movie begins to play on the TV.

Surprisingly the movie was a good distraction and it's finished before I know it. I look over to Reaper and see he's fallen asleep, I grab a blanket and gently place it over him before walking to my room and locking the door. I don't think I'm as scared of Reaper any more. He's had plenty of chances to hurt me but he hasn't, maybe he doesn't want to hurt me. Maybe what I felt that first time I saw him was right, but I could never explore that.

I turn my speaker on and let music play low as I take my hoodie off and walk into the bathroom. I lift my shirt over my head and look at myself in the mirror. Scars litter my torso around the thick line from above my breasts to the top of my jeans, that scar is the worst. Maybe I could get over the others, but that one, it's so big nothing will cover it.

I run my finger along it, over my bra and down until I hit my jeans. I think I blacked out when this one was done, I wish I'd blacked out sooner, I wish I didn't remember any of it, but it's still there in my head playing on repeat.

I tear my eyes away from the mirror and grab my pyjamas. All the new clothes I bought cover my body, I don't want to see my body never mind anyone else seeing. I know Socket feels guilty about that night and I'm just a constant reminder of his guilt. He borrowed my car to take a girl on a date and instead of taking a cab I decided to walk home and save the cash, we didn't have much. It wasn't his fault for taking the car, it was my fault for walking in a bad neighbourhood.

I climb into bed with my flashlight and lie down listening to the music play. As usual I can't sleep, but exhaustion will come soon.