Honey Stone

Payment Overdue

Nash took honey home later that evening. No-one was home so he went with her into the house and straight into her room. They sat and talked and kissed but nothing more. Eventually the sound of someone moving around the house disturbed the couple from their cocoon. Angela was obviously drunk and stumbling about. Honey stiffened and reached out to grip Nash's shirt, whimpering in panic.

'Come on sweetheart, I'm not going to let them hurt you.' he whispered but pulled her close to him none the less.

The door handle twisted but the lock held fast and Honey clung closer to Nash. 'Get the fuck out here!' Angela's demanded through the door. 'Both of you.'

Honey looked at Nash and he nodded to her. Hand in hand they opened the door and stepped into the hall. Angela was swaying again but her eyes were focused on her daughter. 'I want money.' she said clearly.

'I don't have any money!' Honey replied and pressed closer to Nash who watched Angela closely.

'Of course you do. You been working for months and I hear you've been selling yourself all over town and this fucker shouldn't have been getting it for free.' she ranted gesturing at Nash. 'So, I'm telling you again, I want money. You owe me for the last eighteen years and you can start paying up now.'

Nash stepped forward and pushed Honey behind him. 'She told you she doesn't have any money. None to give to you anyway. So do yourself a favour and leave her alone, I'm not going to let you bully her anymore.' he said icily.

Angela blinked and looked at Nash 'You think you're so fucking special don't you, you're scum, you and all the rest of your piece of shit gang. That's what you want her for isn't it? You'll pass her round all the others because that's all she's good for. A cheap little fuck.'

'Sit the fuck down Angela and shut your mouth.' Nash snapped as he felt Honey shudder at her words and grip onto his arms.

'Who the fuck are you, coming into my house and telling me what to do? I want you out, go on get. You too you cheap skank bitch. Both of you, GET OUT!' Angela yelled like a scalded cat, her face twisting into an ugly scowl.

'Honey baby. Get you stuff together, lets go.' Nash said quietly over his shoulder.

'Go where?' came the tiny reply but her fingers refused to release him.

'Honey, just go back in your room and shut the door. I'm not gonna be long here.' he replied firmly, his eyes still locked on Angela.

Nash felt Honey move away and heard soft footsteps and the wooden thud of the door shutting. His muscles tensed and he was ready to deal with this shit once and for all. He stepped menacingly towards Angela who watched his every movement with wide eyes. As he reached her he noticed a movement over her shoulder. She wan't alone in the house.

Danny was stood behind her with a gun pointed at Nash.Nash smiled wickedly and continued to move forward 'Is that supposed to scare me?' he asked staring down the older man. 'You think you're the first fucker to stick a gun in my face?'

'You. Out.' Danny grunted motioning towards the door with the gun. 'The whore stays. I'm gonna make a nice bit of money from her.'

'I want her gone Danny.' Angela squawked but he wasn't listening to her.

Danny's eyes were focused on Nash. 'I'm gonna fuck her up so bad, not even scum like you will touch her.' he was snarling.

Nash had moved himself round so that Angela was now to the left of him and he had a clear shot at Danny. 'I told you what would happen if you hurt her.' Nash said with icy dead calmness. 'are you fucking stupid enough to threaten her in front of me? What exactly do you think I'll do to you?'

'I'll shoot you, you fucking dumb fuck piece of shit.' Danny howled as Nash advanced on him. Bits of spittle were flying from his mouth and his eyes were wild but Nash was calm and totally in control. He lashed out with lightening fast reflexes. Danny crashed to the floor and blood spurted from his nose. Angela was screaming but Nash was focused. He rained punches down on Danny and when he was satisfied with the bloody pulp that was Danny, he stood up and turned back to the room. Angela was cowering in the corner sobbing quietly but more damming, bag in hand and in the middle of the room was Honey.

Nash's cool demeanour faltered. Honey looked absolutely terrified.

'Baby?' he said gently reaching out for her but the blood on his hands made her eyes widen and she involuntarily stepped back. 'Baby please, I'm still me. Let me take you away from here, somewhere safe.'

'Safe!' she gasped looking from the bloodied face of the man on the floor to the hard face of the man offering her sanctuary. What kind of safe haven could he provide? How could she possibly chose. Staying here was a risk but going with him was a much higher risk. He had become a stranger to her and a violent one. In her head she ran it through. He was a biker and a member of a club. He was their Sergeant at Arms, so violence was an every day event for him but she'd never seen anything like it.

'Honey?' he tried again 'Let me just get you out of here.'

She looked him over and then turned to her mother. Angela was still crying but now she was clutching a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and trying to light a cigarette. The weight of the bag in her hands reminded her that all her possessions were crammed into a small holdall and her school backpack. A leap of faith, that's what she needed. The choice was clear but that didn't make it easy.

She took a step forward and another. Nash reached out for her but she thrust her hands up to stop him. 'Don't touch me.' she cried out and Nash was floored. 'I'll come with you but don't touch me.'

Nash nodded curtly and led the way outside where his bike gleamed in the twilight. Honey slung her bags onto her back and climbed on behind him. She wanted to rest her face against his back as they rode but she was still in shock and sat stiffly instead. Nash felt sick, he was on the verge of losing every bit of ground he had gained. They pulled up outside Clay's house and Honey clambered off quickly to rush inside.

Nash dashed after her and stopped her before she could reach the house. 'Honey sweetheart, please, please don't be afraid of me.' be begged her. Honey stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look up at him.

'Nash,' she whispered brokenly. 'Understand, I'm trying to get my head round everything since you crashed into my shitty life. You've doubled the amount of crap I get in school, moved me out of my house and kissed me when I though no-one ever would. On top of that I just watched you beat the fuck out of someone, for me. It's all a bit much to take in.'

Nash wrapped his arm round her waist and pulled he up to him. 'I'd do anything for you.' he murmured as his lips claimed hers. The bags slipped from her fingers and thudded to the floor and she reached for him. Her arms wound round his neck and she pulled him close. Nash was overjoyed and the blooded raged in his veins. He had been scared when Honey had seen him with Danny and his heart had almost stopped when he held him off but here she was where she belonged.