Rebel Knights

Chapter 6

Arriving at the Cline residence, I climb from the passenger seat, and then lean back in to grab my bags from the floor where they had been sitting between my feet on the drive here. Turning around to step away from the Jeep, I'm met by Jaxson, who has his hand out for me to hand them to him, but I shake my head no - that I can carry them myself. The beast of a man in front of me refuses to move until I give him both bags. 

Following both men inside, I can't help but notice the differences between them; Jaxson is 6'2", 8-pack abs, muscular build and a light tan, while Jamenson is 5'10", a lean swimmer's body, and an olive complexion..

I jump slightly when a gentle hand lands on my right shoulder, so I turn to look up at Jaxson. He lifts a piece of paper into the air for me to read; 'Are you hungry, Colten?'

Shaking my head at him with a frown, when he scowls at me. Ugh, I'm not really in the mood to deal with an Alpha male at the moment. Taking my bags from the floor by the couch where Jaxson placed them, I walk to the room where I'll be staying - I've been shown it before on a prior visit in case. Dropping my clothing bag onto the floor in front of the bed, I sit on the bed with my school bag, and take out my laptop and schooling to work, and become completly unaware of everything for the next three hours as I work. 

Roman's P.O.V.

Watching Colten walk away from me because I'm pissing him off, to stay with Jaxson and Jamenson - I know neither will let me step a foot anywhere near Colten if he doesn't want to see me. 

"You know why he left, right?" Christian growls, crossing his arms over his small chest as he scowls at me. 

"Yeah, I was pissing him off," I reply with a frown - where is he going with this, I wonder.

"Do you know how you were pissing him off?" Christian demands. 

Hanging my head slightly as I study the youngest Allen, well now Cline, brother. Shaking my head, I honestly tell him; "No."

Christian loudly sighs as he states; "You never came to see him in the hospital after the accident happened. I know my brother, and I'm a hundred percent positive he's convienced himself that you hate him, and that you're angry with him. Then to add to his confusion and anxiety, you suddenly show up today and act like nothing has happened. He hasn't cried, had a meltdown, or anything over his hearing loss - he's been too busy wondering and crying as to why you hate hime now."

Guilt washes over me in droves again, adding onto the guilt I already have over this accident; "I've stayed away because if it hadn't been for me teaching him how to drive the motorcycle, he wouldn't have taken it out alone. I thought he was better off without me in his life, but I can't get him out of my mind and heart. I just don't know how to make him see this - how much I'm growing to love him."

"Reno, the boy has been tramatized in such a short amount of time - just over three months ago his father did unspeakable things to him instead of being understanding and accepting of him. Colten made a horrible decision to take the bike out on his own, and now he has to deal with those consequences of that decision. He needs acceptance, love and support from us, now more than ever," Hawk tells me seriously.

"I know that, Hawk, but how do I get him to understand I want to be there for him," I ask dumbfounded.

"Learn ASL," Christian states seriously, surprising me.

"What's ASL?" I demand, completly confused. 

Christian actually sighs at me as if I'm dumb; "ASL is American Sign Language. He started learning yesterday - teaching himself with Youtube videos, and other videos he can find online. He doesn't want to constantly write everything down if his hearing doesn't return."