Give Me Shelter

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Waking up the next morning, I get ready for work. Walking in the door at the shelter, I see Gracie talking to Bishop and Creeper is with him. "Morning Princess." Creeper says as he kisses my cheek. "Morning Creeper." I say as I put my bag in the desk drawer and wait on Gracie to finish talking to Bishop. "How was your night?" Creeper asks. "It was quiet for the most part." I tell him and my phone rings. I look at it and hit ignore before turning it on silent. "Avoiding someone?" Creeper asks. "An ex." I say softly. "He bothering you?" he asks. "Just calls and texts. He's in Tennessee so..." I say. "He keeps bothering you, let me know." he tells me. "It's fine Creeper. Nothing I can't handle. But thank you." I tell him. Bishop finishes his talk with Gracie and they go to head out the door. "Give me your phone." Creeper tells me. I hand him my phone and he enters his number and then sends a text to his phone. "Call me if you need anything." he tells me. "Okay." I say simply. He kisses my cheek and says "See you later Princess." before following Bishop out the door. "What was that?" Gracie asks smirking. "Don't. Chris called and I ignored the call. He asked who it was. Nothing I can't handle." I say. About that time, my phone rings again and again I hit ignore. "Maybe you should call him and tell him to leave you alone." she tells me. A couple of seconds later, my phone rings again and I answer. "Chris please leave me alone. I don't want to keep going over this over and over again. I'm done and we're not getting back together." I tell him. "I won't leave you alone. You're mine Georgia and you will come back to me even if I have to come out there and get you myself." He tells me. "Just leave me alone. Please." I tell him before hanging up. "Great. He's threatening to come out here and get me. Why can't he leave me alone?" I ask as the tears start to fall. Gracie hugs me and I get myself calmed down.

That evening, when I go to leave work, I check my phone and see a dozen more texts telling me that I belong to him and that he's coming for me. I don't know what to do. I get home and fix something to eat and sit on the couch to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie my phone rings and I see it's Creeper. "Hello." I say as I answer. "Hey Princess. How was your day?" he asks. "It was a day. How about you?" I ask. "It was a day? Everything okay?" he asks. "Yeah. Just same shit different day kind of thing. Nothing to worry about." I tell him. "I know you don't know me but you can talk to me. I've been told I'm a good listener." he tells me and I can't help but smile. "Just bullshit with my ex. Keeps blowing up my phone telling me he doesn't want to lose me and that he'll get me back even if he has to come get me himself." I tell him. "Shit. Anything I can do?" he asks and I can't help but smile again. "No. Just have to handle this myself." I tell him. "Princess, you know I'm here right? So is the rest of the club." he tells me. "I know and I appreciate it. If it gets too bad I promise I'll call you." I tell him, hoping he will drop it. "Okay. I hope you do." he tells me. "So, now, how was your day?" I ask. "Productive. Spent most of the afternoon planning out the route for our next run." he tells me. "When are you leaving?" I ask. "Couple days. Why? You gonna miss me?" he asks trying to flirt. "I should be asking you that." I say. "I thought it was obvious." he says and I sigh. "What's wrong?" Creeper asks. "It's just, Creeper, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I like talking to you and you're sweet but you really don't want to get anything started with me." I tell him. "Why not?" he asks. "I just got out of a shitty relationship. Like real shitty and need to get my head right before I start even thinking about being with anyone else." I tell him. "I get it. But I would still like to talk and get to know you." he tells me. "I'd like that too." I tell him. We go on talking for a little while and I realize it's after midnight. "Well, Creeper, I better head to bed. Gotta work in the morning." I tell him. "Can I call you tomorrow?" he asks. "I'd like that." I tell him before we end the call. I head to bed thinking about how easy he is to talk to but I can't get close to him. Chris won't let me move on and Creeper deserves better than what I can give him. I fall asleep thinking about Creeper.