Appetite For Destruction

-015

When I opened my eyes the following morning I was in bed, Happy was next to me with an arm lazily draped across my waist as his head was buried into the pillow. When he'd arrived home last night he'd look so exhausted and mentally drained that I hadn't felt it right to actually tell him. I told him I'd just spooked myself and all was well, fed him dinner and took him to bed to relieve any of his stress.

I wasn't sure what to do next about Andrew, I was sure there was anything that could be done if he could track me all this way maybe it was my fate. There was no way I was going to the cops, I couldn't physically do it as much as most people would assume it's the right thing to do.

Before I could think anymore Happy's grip on my waist tightened as he stirred "what's on your mind?" He mumbled as he looked up at me with sleepy eyes.

Looking down at him as my hand ran over his head "Do you have a spare gun?" I watched his face screw up with confusion before I spoke quickly "not for anything in particular...just like, my own peace of mind?"

He nodded but didn't look convinced "are you sure there's not something more going on?"

I nodded before shifting to wrap myself around him with my head pushed against his chest. If this might have to go away soon I wanted to remember every last bit of it. I'd never felt so into someone as the way I did with Happy and the thought alone of having to leave him made my eyes water but I quickly pushed any emotions back down.

"I gotta go deal with some stuff today baby, but I'm gonna try and be done early cause I think maybe you need me more...you're being really odd" I felt his voice vibrate his chest as he spoke but I didn't reply simply nodded.

I lent back as he loosened his grip on me "I'll cook us a big dinner?" He nodded and I pushed up to close the gap between us as I kissed him before I slipped out of the bed "I have to go do some work this morning though"

He nodded before picking up his burner cell from the bedside table "shit" he muttered jumping out of bed and pulling on his clothes from the night before.

"Don't you want to shower?" I asked as I watched him pull his kutte on.

He smiled at me apologetically "I don't have time this morning, but I'd love to get you in that shower tonight" he winked, kissing me once more before disappearing out of the room.

I felt myself deflate after he left the house. I slowly took my time to get dressed and make my way to TM, stopping on the way to grab myself an energy drink and some donuts to try and help boost my mood. When I walked into the office and it was messy, my mood soured even more. As I sat down at the desk, throwing the rubbish from the table as hard as I could at the bin trying to release some type of frustration I heard someone clear their throat at the door.

I spun in the chair and found Opie standing in the doorframe looking amused "if you're already in a bad mood, I've got something that's gonna make it even better"

I rolled my eyes "what?"

"We had a tow called in but Clays got everyone doing club stuff and none of the mechanics can take a break to come with me..."

Leaning back in the chair I groaned "so I have to go...love that" I stood grabbing my sunglasses off the table along with my coffee before pushing past Opie and heading to the passenger door of the tow truck and climbing in.

Opie got into the drivers seat and the engine roared to life as he looked at me and grinned "Cheer up sad sack"

When my face didn't move from unamused he chuckled and drove out of the lot towards wherever it was that needed us. Driving down Main Street he was singing and being all around irritating as I sat and stared out the window, I noticed the guy from the grocery store the other day sitting out the front of a cafe and felt another wave of anxiety wash over me.

I still couldn't put a name to the face but the fact was someone was watching me for Andrew, he had enough cronies that it could be him. Opie had noticed my sudden stiffness and looked at me quizzically "are you okay?"

I nodded and forced a chuckle "I'm okay Ope, just tired"

He side eyed me but said no more about it. I continued to stress in my own head the whole tow and when we got back I felt paranoid. I checked my phone every few minutes and kept looking out the door of the office to check for any incoming threat.

There was a knock on the door and I all but jumped out of the chair, spinning around I found Tig At the door looking worried "are you okay Evie?"

I felt unnecessary frustration build in my chest, if I had been rationally thinking I would've been able to collect my thoughts enough for me to realise it was the anxiety lashing out but instead I snapped "I'm really fucking sick of being asked if I'm okay, I'm fine"

He put his hands up "woah, no ones attacking you doll. You're just making us all super on edge with how many times you've checked the lot like you're expecting someone..."

I huffed grabbing my purse "fine I'll go" another outburst I felt I couldn't control. I pushed past him and stormed to my car, speeding out of the lot towards home.