Bad things SOA/Mayans

Chapter 7

Deja fucking vu. I woke to movement again but this time I felt weight trapping me down. I heart rate starting pounding like a jack rabbit as the body on top of mine grunted in my ear. I latched my teeth onto whatever I could and pulled away hard. I spat the meaty piece away from me and bared my bloody red teeth at him. He fell off the bed screaming and trying to stem the flow of the blood pouring from the mess where his ear used to be. "You are going to die for that Colson." I said with a calmness that I did not fell. Inside I was raging. I wanted to sink my teeth into his throat and shower under the hot fountain of blood. While he cowered in the corned holding a towel to his head I pulled one thumb from its socket without flinching, I couldn't feel anything anymore. I slid my hand from the hand cuffs then repeated the process with my other thumb. I popped the bones back into their sockets, my eyes never leaving his.

I stalked towards him, picking my knife up from the table as I passed it. "I should be thanking you Colson. You and your little video of me where you exposed my bad habit made Happy and I became closer than I have with anyone before. He even did this tattoo, you see, he's helping to rebuild me. That's why I chose them. You were NEVER even an option." I ran my blade along his arm, watching the red streak trail behind. I knelt down in front of him so we could be eye to eye. "Tell Dominic, I'll see you both in Hell." His eyes widened as I quickly snapped my wrist in front of him. For a moment it seemed as if I hadn't done anything but the blade was just that sharp. His mouth opened with a silent scream as his throat split apart. The fountain of blood sprayed across my face and down my front. I held the eye contact without flinching until the life drained from him and he stared into the void.

I sat back down on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest. I could finally cry, he was dead and from what he implied, so was Dominic. It was over. I mourned for my friend, he didn't die my friend but at one point he was. I mourned for myself, after all the physical violence I had been through in my youth, never once had I been raped. I was disappointed that I hadn't realised sooner who was behind this. I was disappointed that I had misjudged someone so bad. I began to second guess all my recent decisions. I couldn't sit here any longer with the body facing me.

I fingered the blade of the knife, the knife that had taken a life. Looking down at my naked thighs, the tattoo was almost healed, hiding all evidence of my past habit. I threw the knife to the other side of the room before the pull to cut got too strong. Grabbing the landline and phone book I searched for the number I needed. It was the number I had wanted to call since I let Cherry leave. The number dialed so long I thought no one was going to answer. "Yeah?" I sobbed hearing the voice I had longed for. "Hap, I need you."

I had sat on that bed for what seemed like days but in reality only and hour had passed. I heard the rumble of a motorbike but after hearing three already pass I wasn't getting my hopes up again. Soon though the rumble came to a stop outside the room followed by two loud thuds. I dragged myself off the bed before trudging over and opening the door. I had kept myself behind the door so no one outside would see me. His tall frame filled the room, I could see he had cast his eye around before they landed on me. If he was shocked my the body on the floor, or the blood that covered and had now dried on me, he didn't show it. Instead he just pulled me into his chest and rested his head atop mine.

I had run out of tears a long time ago but I couldn't stop a few sobs that escaped. I wrapped my arms around him and fisted his kutte in my hands. His scent of leather and cologne calmed me to the core. After a few more moments of inhaling his essence he released me and took my hand, guiding me to the outdated bathroom. He lifted the hem of my top and I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head. He dropped it with a thud, reminding me how much blood it had been drenched with. My bottom half was already bare, I could see him piecing together what had happened.

He pulled his handgun from his waist and screwed a silencer on to it. I wasn't afraid, confused, but not afraid. Ahh, got it, I thought. He unloaded his magazine silently into Cols body. Two shots to his head and chest then the rest when into his groin area. I snorted at the overkill but I can tell Happy needed that. I can imagine he is they type of man to blame himself for not being able to save me, even though it wasn't and he could never have known. As if he hadn't just mutilated a dead body he went back to test the shower before lifting me over the bath lip and under the stream.

As much as it repulsed me, I was so thirsty I drank straight from the shower stream. It had taken the whole bottle of cheap shampoo to clean the dried blood from my hair. I felt raw from scrubbing the blood of my face and legs. Thankfully, my shirt had taken the brunt of the blood on my front. I thought I had been missing spots of blood on my leg but I fell to my knees when I came to the sick realisation it was my blood. My blood dripping from between my legs. I leaned over the sink hole vomiting down the drain. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, feel my heart pounding as the pain I had ignored made its way to the forefront of my brain. The burning, tearing pain that I felt inside me.

Strong arms pulled me off the floor of the bath and picked me up effortlessly. A clean blanket was wrapped around me and I started to panic when we left the room before Happy explained he rented the room next door. I could finish cleaning up and rest in here while he got some of his brothers to come and do clean up. Immediately, being away from the evidence of the crimes I felt better. The smell of blood and death was gone so all that I could smell was Happy. I couldn't admit to him so soon but he smelt like home. I couldn't wait to go home.