*Willow*
Groaning I woke up sweating and feeling a weight across my stomach, lifting the blanket a little I saw an tattooed arm wrapped around me. Turning my head I saw a sleeping Blake wiggling around trying to get out from under him without waking him up, ten minutes later I was finally free walking out of the bedroom I walked down the hall finding a half bath I did my business before going to the kitchen.
"Bugger," I grumbled under my breath when I saw the broken glass. Looking around until I found the broom I cleaned up the mess before fixing me a cup of hot chocolate I sat down on the back porch and looked out over the lake.
"WILLOW!" I jumped when I heard my name being yelled, "Where are you?"
"Back porch," I yelled back and watched Blake pop his head out the door. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he sighed sitting in the swing with me. "I woke up and you were gone. I don't like it when you disappear, especially after the incident earlier."
"Oh," I whispered lookin down at my hands. "That doesn't happen very often anymore. Sorry if I freaked you out."
"That scared me," He whispered into my hair hugging me tightly. "You looked so broken and scared that I didn't know what to do. I don't like that feeling I never have. Who broke you?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled. "I don't like talking about it."
"I called Sala," he sighed. "He said to tell you he's on his way with the other girls."
"Oh," I sighed getting up. "Is it okay if I take a shower? I have some extra clothes in my car."
"Yeah," Blake smiled softly standing up. "You can use the shower that in the master while I get your clothes. Where are they in your car?"
"The blue dance bag," I said walking to the bathroom. After I showered using Blake's shampoo and body wash I walked into the bedroom startled to see him sitting on the bed with my bag sitting beside him. "Can you please leave so I can get dressed."
"Yeah," he said getting up and walking out.
Sighing I quickly got dressed and went to look for my phone. "Blake, do you know where my phone's at, I need to call my parents."
"What is this?" Jumping I turned to look at him before I noticed the little red notebook he was holding.
"Where did you get that?" I squeaked scared when I realized that it was mine, "Your not supposed to read that."
"Willow," he said looking at me sadly. "Is this what happened to you? I need to know so I can keep you safe."
"I don't want you to know," I whispered turning away from him. "I don't like it when people find out how weak I am."
"Bunny," he sighed wrapping his arms around me. "Your anything but weak. Your strong, talented, brave, beautiful, I could go on for forever. I'm sorry I wasn't there to keep safe, that should not have happened to you."
"Blake, you can't tell my parents."
"They don't know," he said shocked.
"No one here knows what happened when I went to LA. I don't want my mom and dad knowing."
"Alright," he sighed. "You hungry?"
"Thanks," I mumbled. "A little but I need to go home."
"I'm going to feed you first," Blake said grabbing his stuff off the counter. "Your to thin, I liked your curves that you had in high school."
"Really," I huffed. "Is that all you liked about me then, Mister Biker Prez."
"I loved everything about you," he said before getting in the car leaving my shocked.
"All I did back then was dance," I muttered under my breath. "There was nothing to love about me. Damn biker."
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"You remember this place?" Blake asked and I looked up from my phone to see a diner.
"Best Italian food in this side of the USA," I laughed. "Its been forever since I've had Italian, I usually just get salads with fast food or eat Cookie's food."
"Who's Cookie?" He asked as we sat down in a booth in the back.
"He in Diego's gang," she shrugged opening the menu. "He cooks for everyone. He's spinach pizza is to die for. I'm lucky I didn't get fat when I first met him."
"Welcome to Dom's Italian Diner," a cheerful waitress said. "What can I start you off with? We have a special of Chicken Alfrado."
After we ordered Blake's phone rang and he walked off to talk to the person. Looking around the diner I noticed that not a lot has changed. Jumping when my phone rang I cursed silently when I saw the name.
"What," I grumbled glancing towards the door making sure Blake was still on the phone.
"Miss Bailey, you have not been returning my calls and you have missed the last seven appointments."
"I know," I sighed. "I'm not in LA at the moment and I'm not sure when I'll be back. Besides I'm doing fine."
"When was your last panic attack?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Just answer the question Willow."
"I had one last night," I grumbled. "But only because I slept in a different place than I usually am. I slept at a friends house for the first time."
"Willow," he sighed. "I'm only trying to help you. I can come down to wherever you are and we can have a session. I just want to make sure you don't have a set back."
"NO," I yelped smiling at the waitress when she set our drinks down. "I don't need a session, I'm fine. Diego will be here in a few days I'll talk to him. I don't want you coming here."
"Alright," he sighed. "Just call me if you start feeling upset or..."
"I know," I said cutting him off when I saw Blake coming back to the table. "I'll call you later if that makes you feel better."
"Who was that?" Blake asked after I hung up.
"A friend from LA," I shrugged. "Asking me when I'm coming back. I should go back since all my stuff is in mine and Derek's apartment."
"Derek?"
"My dance partner," I smiled. "He's also my own personal entertainment."
"Why's that?" He asked nodding to the waitress.
"He's entertaining," I shrugged. "Makes me laugh all the time. He's a really good friend."
"That better be all he is," Blake grumbled paying the bill and I laughed walking to my car. "Wait up!"
"Speed up," I yelled back at him getting in the car.
"Brat," he grumbled getting in the drivers seat. "I need to stop by the clubhouse bbefore I take you home if you still want to go."
"Actually, do you think we could go to the park before you take me home. I just want a little while of piece and quiet without the world interrupting."
"Yeah," he chuckled pulling into a warehouse that had a bunch of motorcycles parked outside. "Come one, I don't want to leave you out here alone."
"I'm coming," I pouted sticking my tongue out at him. "Nice place."
"Its alright," he shrugged setting in a bar stool. "Stay here, I'll be right back. I just need to talk with a couple of the guys."
"I'll be fine," I huffed crossing my arms. "I'm not a child."
"No your not," he growled staring at me before walking off.
"Stay away from her!"
"What if I don't want too!"
Jumping when I heard yelling I was planning on ignoring it until I heard a loud crash, making my way outside I saw two men cursing and throwing punches. Standing back I waited to see if someone was going to stop them.
"Oh for crying out loud," I grumbled when no one stepped in. "That's enough."
"Who are you?" blond haired one snapped staring down at me.
"None of your beeswax," I snapped glaring at him. "Why are you fighting? Your supposed to have each others back unless this is the wrong Wolves MC I've heard so much about."
"Only one Wolves MC little girl," Green eyes said looking me up and down. "Besides he knows better than to mess with my sister. She's off limits."
"How old is she?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.
"Nineteen," green eyes said.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-three," blondie said. "What does this have to do with him being to over protective."
"She's a child," green eyes growled. "I don't want her pulled into this life. Ever."
"Have you asked what she wants?" I questioned, "What if she wants into the biker life? If she does its her choice not yours."
"But..."
"Besides if he does hurt her you could still kick his a*s," I shrugged.
"Good point," green eyes nodded sighing. "But I still don't like it."
"No one said you had to like it," I giggled. "But she's old enough to make her own decisions. If it ends up being a mistake then hopefully she'll learn from it. How else are we supposed to get through life? Oh my god I sound like a therapist."
"Names Rake," blondie said before nodding at green eyes. "That's Trigger."
"Willow," I smiled waving. "Its nice to meet you."
"Your really short," he chuckled and I glared at him.
"I'm not short," I grumbled. "I'm awesome sized. Your the really tall weirdo."
"Whatever you say shorty," he laughed.
"RAKE!"
Jumping when someone yelled I saw a teenage run up to us.
"What is it kid?"
"Bike's...Headed...This...Way..." The teen panted, "Red and...Black...Skull."
"Red and black skull," he muttered before cursing. "Go get Bullet, now. MONSTER, TANKER, TRIGGER, COWBOY, WE GOT A PROBLEM! GET OUT HERE NOW!"
While Rake was yelling I watched as bikes came through the gate, gasping when I recognized the leader. He turned to look at me and I whimpered stumbling back into someone.
"What a nice surprise," he said smiling but all I noticed was the gun pointed at me. I screamed when it went off and I hit the ground.