AddieThe apartment is quiet when I wake up the next morning. Part of me had hoped Tatum would come back, instead of spending the night with Remy, but judging by the silence, I'm alone. Again. Fuck, I hate this feeling.Getting out of bed is a struggle. Not only because it's cold, but because the weight of so much shit is pressing down on me and I can't seem to get out from under it. Most people would look at me and think I have it all, right? Great family, great friends, a good life. And I do, but I just don't feel like it's my life. No one in my family looks like me, they weren't there to hear that my mom was pregnant, no one can tell me the details of my birth. The real intimate details, like how long was she in labor? Did she have a C-section or a natural birth? Was I early, or late? Was she happy that she was having me? Was she scared? I've been struggling with these questions lately. I'm having a hard time finding my place, where I fit in.This loneliness, this feeling of
Wild"Shut the fuck up," I groan.My hand hits my phone harder than necessary, where it lays in bed next to me. There's no bedside table for it to go on, no dresser for it to sit atop. Nope, the only place for it is right next to my goddamn head on this twin mattress that kills my back. There's a nagging at the nape of my neck that tells me I should be thankful. Skunk rents this apartment from the guys who fixed my bike, and while it is a roof over my head. This is the tiniest apartment I've ever been in, in my life. Not to mention the stairs up to this thing are a fuckin' hazard. If either one of us ever come up or down them drunk, we're breaking our necks. I roll over on to my back, taking a deep breath. "Goddamn, man," I sigh as I get up, opening the door to the room that leads out onto a postage-stamp deck. There's barely enough room for me to stand out there, but at least I can get some fresh air, instead of the pot I've been inhaling consistently since I started staying
WildMayhem is hopping again tonight. The music is loud, and the drinks are flowing, but there's also something else. An undercurrent of excitement, or maybe tension? Whatever it is, I can't put my finger on it, but it has me paying attention more than I normally do."You feel it?" Skunk asks, he walks over to stand beside me as we both wipe glasses down."The electricity, the nervous energy?""Oh yeah, my man. You definitely feel it too."It goes without saying I do, but I don't know what it means in this mid-size college town. Does it mean shit's about to hit the fan or are we just in for a crazier than normal night? "There's definitely something bubbling under the surface," I agree with him as I gaze out over the crowd."Can I get a Coors?" I hear from my left. Going through the motions, I get the drink requested and deliver it, but my eyes aren't on the person I gave it to; instead they're canvasing everything.I'm not exactly sure what I'm waiting for, but I'll know
Wild"You want another one?" I ask Addie as she finishes off her second Crown and Coke. She's sat here all night, those dark eyes of hers following me as I work at the bar. Watching intently as I deliver drinks to waitresses who've dropped orders off, and the lonely fuckers who crowd around the table top every night. Even though I've only been here for a short amount of time I've gotten to know some of them. The way they come in here every night to numb their pain gets to me. Makes me wonder if that's how I'll end up – an old man, alone with no family nursing a lowball of Jack every night – which if you want to look deep is probably why I've taken Addie up so easily on her offer.One night that I don't have to spend alone in some foreign fucking apartment that stinks. A mattress, the origins of which I don't know. Someone could have died on it, for all the background I was given. None of the shit I have besides my bike and the clothes on my back are mine, but maybe just for one nig
WildI crush her mouth to mine, plunging my tongue into the recesses. She answers back, digging her fingers into the skin at my ribs, letting me take her weight as we stumble and my back hits a wall."This doesn't have to be crazy," I murmur as we break apart, each trying to calm our breathing. "We can take our time."She nods, her eyes somber. Addie fists the shirt she wears in her hands and pulls it off her body. My eyes immediately go straight to where her nipples strain against her bra. I want to see them, put my mouth them, and make her feel good. I make quick work of her bra and do just that as her fingers thrust into my hair, holding me to her tightly. When I can't breathe anymore, I let her go. The two of us stare at each other for long moments, before I decide I can't wait any longer.I tilt her head with my hand on her chin and take possession of her mouth again. It won't take much and I'll be addicted to this girl. Addicted in a way I've never been before. I'll th
Addie"Well you look like you had a good time over the weekend." I'm picking Tatum up from Cash's shop so the two of us can go get our hair done together. I haven't seen her in a few days, and as my eyes travel over her face, she looks like an entirely different person. I wonder if I look different to her too. Wonder if she can tell things have been changing for me, that I've been spending more time than I should at Mayhem, that I'm getting closer than I need to be to Wild. I'd love to tell her about what all is going on with me, but this is her time, this is her love story with Rem, I have nothing to do with it.When we get far enough away from the shop, she lets out the girliest scream I've ever heard from her. "It was absolutely amazing!"I face her, my eyes shining with a laughter that I'm trying to keep to myself. "I'm excited for you and so happy that the two of you got to spend time together."As far as I know the two of them haven't done the deed yet, and this is my
Wild"I've gotta go make this payment, and then I'll be in to work," I tell Skunk as I grab my wallet and cell phone, along with my jacket. "I shouldn't be too late.""Take your time, I got it if you are," he answers from where he lays on the couch, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. I'm still amazed by how much this dude smokes."I've gotta go out to their clubhouse, you think I'll make it back in time?" I have directions, but since I'm not completely familiar with Bowling Green yet, I'm not sure what kind of drive time I'm looking at. "Depends on how fast you can take those roads, some of them are curvy. Just plan on being late. Not a big deal dude."I truly aspire to live my life giving as few fucks as Skunk does. I'm sure it's because he's high all the time, but damn. "See ya."He flicks a hand at me, his gaze doesn't even move to me as I head out the door. Walking slowly down the stairs, I come to a realization. If I'm going to stay here, which after the night with Add
AddieSitting at the table in the middle of the clubhouse with Wild a few chairs down from me is not a position I'd ever thought I'd be in the day after we slept together. Life is what it is though, and sometimes that bitch likes to throw curveballs. Luckily for me, the people at this table are inquisitive fuckers. "How'd you end up here?" Mom asks as she passes him the bread. Never mind he's already answered the question a few times, she still wants it answered again.He's nice though, doesn't even sigh as he pushes into the explanation again. "My bike threw a rod right off exit twenty-eight. Coasted into the gas station, and they showed up." He points to Jagger and Layne. "Pretty lucky for you." She eyes Steele."Yeah, somebody told me you all watch that exit, but I'm very glad you do.""I'm pretty sure that somebody was Skunk. For some reason he seems to act like we're the government. He's got so many conspiracy theories surrounding us and this place, I'm surprised he