Fighting

Moving On?

    ~Curtis~

   We made it to the ware house and got all the girls out safely, but on our way to our bikes some of there guys arrived and we had to fight our way out of there. We are now sitting outside there clubhouse, we were going to wait but why wait when we have them all here. We are waiting for the rest of the guys to position themselves in the back entrance so we can all go in at once and take care of the sick bastards.

"Ready." We hear over the talkies and on the count of three we head in. There is smoke in the air, music playing loudly and drunk as fuck bikers trying to have fun. But no women, wich I find odd in a biker bar there is always the few club whores and these guys are partying alone. Guns start to fire bringing me out of my train of thought and I notice some guys hiding behind the bar shooting at my brothers I run and jump over the bar counter startling the guy making him drop his gun I pull mine out and squeeze the trigger a couple of times before jumping back over the counter and searching for the person I came for. 

The only person that actually matters right now.

I make my way through the halls dodging bullets and man being thrown. I see a door at the end of the long and narrow hall and quicken my step when I arrive I notice the door is ajar and before opening it I listen in to hear moans and grunts coming from the room. I push the door holding my gun up and it makes a soft creaking sound alerting who ever is in there that they have guest.

For some reason they haven't heard the chaos that going on out in the bar wich is perfect. When the door hits the wall Viper looks up his eyes meeting mine I look him over and follow his arm down to his hand that is currently holding a head full of blond tight culs on to the desk. I dont see any movement come from the body under him and it leaves me wondering just how sick this guy really is.

"Finally came to get some more." He says and begins to move his hips grunting while forcefully entering the girl on his desk who makes a noise notifying me that she is indeed alive and not enjoying it at all.

"Let the girl go." I say while taking a couple of steps foward.

"Sit and wait for your turn. Keep quiet and enjoy."he says and I cant help but take a shot on his shoulder making him stumble back a couple of steps letting the girl stand. Her brown eyes look up but cant seem to focuse on anything. She starts to feel her way around the desk and makes her way toward me. When her hands land on my chest she starts crying and tries to say something but I cant make out what it is over the loud sobs.

"Wow, you finally grew a pair." Viper says snapping my attention back to him. "I see you are more of a man then I thought."

My plan was always to keep him here till some one came and helped me take him home where I would get my revenge but not anymore. Right now I just want to get it over with.

"The only one who isn't a man in this room is you. Cause im pretty positive that the young lady in my arms has more ball then you right now. You are nothing but a coward a waste of space  you do not deserve my time." I pulled the trigger finally letting go of the weight that was on my chest. Finally being able to breath. I lift the girl up and make my way out of the bar. Stepping over bodies and watching as my men drench the place in gasoline getting it ready to get rid of all evidence.

  I walk over to a van and place the girl in it putting her seatbelt on, one of the prospects get in on the driver's side and I pulled away to get to my bike but the girl grabs my arm and squeezed it as if asking me to stay.

  "You'll be alright. I'll be right behind you. I have to drive my bike back. Ill take you home with us and then we can talk about getting you to a family member or where ever you belong. Is that ok?" I question while my hand runs small circles on the hands that lays on my arm she nods her head and let's me go.

  We make our way to the club house and make sure everyone is unharmed and made it back safely. I bring the girl in and head up to my room to change out of my bloody clothes and dirty boot. Keeping in mind that I can now call Andrea to come home, she can finally live a life with out having to look over her shoulder scared that he would find her.

  The moment I shot him I felt a sense of relief but now. Now I dont know what I feel. I still feel dirty, and used. I dont feel like I regained my control or that I can go back to a normal life. Or my normal life, the fact of him not being able to do it again does not take away the fact that he already did. And not knowing how to regain my confidence or control over myself is not sitting well for me, it took me month to get him to end him and I finaly did thinking that it would be my passage back to a calm and steady train of thought but it didn't really work. Maybe I got to give it time, maybe it's not a right here right now type of thing. But when you read a book they talk about how easy it is to getting back to feeling like you're self. They dont talk about the after feeling, they dont talk about what happens after the mirage is gone. So how am I supposed to handle this, if getting rid of him didn't help then what would?

How long will it take? And most importantly what do I have to do to get there? Because I want that. I want to stop feeling this way. I want to be able to actually enjoy life not just live it.

Sorry for taking so long, I lost my way in this story not really sure what I wanted to do with it. But now that I'm done with Mesperyian, wich if you haven't read it please do it's my best work yet, I will be dedicating this story alot more time hoping I can end it this month.