Socket still bares the guilt from his sister being hurt years ago, he just doesn't seem to be able to get passed it. He wouldn't have joined the Broken Demons if it weren't for what happened, and while Evie now lives a normal life, Socket has yet to...
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A/N: Happy fourth everyone! My mother in law is in the hospital, no doubt arguing with the nurses that she doesn't need her hearing aids, but can't hear their questions! So I will be spending my day with the baby and the dog, while my husband battles his mother at the hospital 😂😂 Hope you enjoy xx
"I talked to Natalie today." Evie says as we sit at the table eating. Why would she talk to Natalie?
"You did?" Reaper asks, what am I missing
"What's going on?" I ask looking between Evie and Reaper
"I'd been avoiding Natalie because she reminded me of what happened and I felt bad but I talked to her and I feel better." Evie smiles
"What? What are you talking about?" I ask
"Natalie was at the hospital after it happened, don't you remember? Cordelia was holding my hand but Natalie was helping the doctors treat me and when I saw her with Imelda it made me remember so I was avoiding her, but because you're with her I wanted to get passed it and be friends with her." Evie explains
"I would remember seeing her, you're sure it wasn't some one else?" I ask
"No, it was Natalie, we talked about it today. I invited her to the wedding too." Evie replies. Why the hell wouldn't Natalie say something? She was there at the hospital but she never told me, what the fuck?
"Anyway, I like her she's nice, you should bring her around more." Evie says. Why wouldn't she tell me she knew my sister? Why is she hiding so much from me?
I finish dinner with Evie and Reaper and climb on my motorcycle, I'm going to Natalie for some fucking answers. But as I ride by Ices house I see Natalie's car in the driveway. The tyres squeal as I slam on the brakes and slide into the driveway.
"Hey brother what's up?" Ice asks as he opens the door
"Natalie here?" I ask as I slip inside without waiting for an invitation.
"Hey what are you doing here?" Nat smiles as I walk into the living room
"You lied to me." I snap and her face falls
"Ok let's take this outside." She says looking to Isla and Imelda. I follow her out back onto the deck and she closes the door behind me, I pull my cigarettes from my pocket and light one
"What did I lie to you about exactly?" She says crossing her arms across her chest
"You were there at the hospital when my sister was hurt and you never told me." I yell
"First of all, over any of these bullshit feelings you're throwing at me." She says waving her hand around
"On top of everything you know what comes first? My patients privacy. I don't give a shit if we had gotten married and had a couple of kids, if Evie didn't want you to know I was one of the many people who treated her I would have taken that shit to the fucking grave."
"But I'm guessing you're here because she told you about our conversation this afternoon. Cordelia was on the night shift and I was on the day shift. Cordelia was supposed to hand your sister over to me in the morning but she wanted to stay, so I went to other patients. Then Evie needed a procedure Cordelia was worried she couldn't handle so I stepped in." She explains, but it's not enough
"All this time and you pretended you didn't know, I just don't...." she knows what I let happen to my sister and yet she laughs and jokes with me, fucks me. How does she not hate me?
"Let's face it Socket we just have sex, we don't exactly have deep conversations. That's what I like about us, it's easy, just the physical." She sighs
"But you never thought to mention that you know about the worst thing that ever happened in my entire life?" I roar
"We don't talk, we fuck. There's no feelings, how are you not getting that? We've never shared anything before and I like it that way." She replies
"Because you don't care." I snap, regretting it the minute it leaves my mouth
"I don't care? I don't care!? You know what, look at my arrest record and then I tell me I don't care. You know where the fucking door is." She yells before storming off into the house. What is she talking about? I toss my cigarette and head back through the house ignoring Ice and Imelda's stares I open the front door in time to see Natalie's Mini Cooper speed off down the street.
I came here for answers and I'm more confused than when I arrived. I send a quick text to Circuit before I mount my motorcycle and head for the clubhouse.
"What's up?" Circuit says meeting me at the bar in the clubhouse
"Can you pull up police records for Natalie Atkins?" I ask as he stands and I follow him to his office
"Sure, shouldn't take too long, looking for something particular?" He asks
"I'm not sure." I shrug. He sits at his computer and I watch him work for a few minutes before he pulls up a mugshot of Natalie in her scrubs with a bloody lip.
"Only one arrest for assault, but the charges were dropped." Circuit says pulling up the police report, I read through and look at the date, it's a week after my sister was hurt
"Does it have any information about who she assaulted?" I ask
"Hang on let me look up the name." Circuit says as he types in the search
"Michael Smith, journalist for the local paper. Says Miss Atkins tackled him to the floor in the hospital resulting in a broken nose." He pulls up a picture of the guy and even with blood covering his face I recognise him
"Fuck." I curse "He tried to ask me questions about my sister but I blew him off, never saw him again."
"Well looks like Natalie got rid of him." Circuit smirks. Fuck that's what she meant. She got arrested trying to protect me and Evie and I told her she doesn't care. I'm a fucking asshole.
"Thanks man." I say to Circuit before I head back to my motorcycle. I ride towards Natalie's house and park on her driveway, but her car isn't here. I walk up to the house but it's in darkness, I don't think she's here. I pull my cell out of my pocket and try to call her but it goes straight to voicemail, so I send her a text
Socket: I'm sorry, I need to talk to you.
By the time I pull up at my house she hasn't replied, so I give up and head to bed, spending the night lying in the darkness, trying to figure out how I make this right.
