Trapping Sophia: Disciples 6

by Sweet, Izzy

  She isn’t annoyed with me now. No, now she’s fucking scared. I can almost smell the fear coming off her.

  Gone.

  Such a simple word. So simple, yet I can feel my very being falling down into a pit of despair.

  She’s gone. Those words the doctors talked about, the brain scale numbers or whatever, those things must have gone bad…

  I didn’t even get to kiss her goodbye and tell her I’d see her soon.

  I’ll never again get to feel her lips brush against my own or smell her sweet scent when I hold her in my arms.

  Walking away from the nurse’s station, I head for Allie’s room and feel like each step is only forcing me to accept the hard truth I learned so very long ago.

  Nothing good can stay in this life.

  Sliding down the wall outside of where she must have drawn her last breath, I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding ever since the accident. The one where I knew the other shoe had yet to drop.

  Well, I guess it’s dropped now.

  Some man in an officer’s uniform comes to stand in front of me after a while, and while I know it’s not the answer I was looking for, I guess this fucker will do.

  I stand up when he starts saying shit I don’t understand.

  I don’t really hear the words coming out of his mouth before I rear back and slug his chin with everything I have in me.

  All the hurt, all the hate, and all the love I will never have again, go into my fucking punch.

  And I’ll be fucking damned if I don’t connect square with his chin and watch him fall to the ground like a sack of bones.

  Before I’m even aware of anything else that’s going on besides this dude on the ground, I’m tackled to the floor.

  My arms are yanked behind my back and a knee is dropped on my neck with cuffs going around my wrists.

  This will be a first for me. I ain’t ever been behind bars before.

  * * *

  The cell door slams shut behind me after a nice hard shove from the dickhead cop I laid the fuck out. I know I punched his ass pretty damn good, but the fucking bitch didn’t need to use his nightstick on me like he did.

  Fucking pussies, the lot of them. No different than us bikers, except we actually care about the community.

  “What the fuck, Coy!” Gremlin shouts at me as he stands up from the bench he’s been sitting on.

  Thank fuck, he’s finally got clothes on.

  “Figured if you were gonna be in a cell… I might as well keep ya company,” I say and shrug my shoulders.

  Striding over to me, he looks at my swollen eye then starts prodding my busted lip.

  Pushing his fingers away from me, I turn to the face the bars and look out them.

  Fuck, this is a first for me, never been on this side of the bars. Guess I had to break my cherry sometime.

  I’ve lost everything else in the world the that matters, why not my freedom too?

  “Christ alive, Coy, they fucking tore into you. I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em,” Gremlin snarls.

  He must see what I suspect is blood on the back of my shirt. Fucking pig hit me on the back of my head before he threw me in the police car.

  Waving my hand at him, I shake my head. “Don’t, brother. Just…”

  Words aren’t my thing right now.

  She’s gone and I’m fucking behind bars.

  “Do you understand how this fucking looks, you dumb fuck?” Gremlin roars into my ear. “How this shit’s gonna look to your father?!”

  Turning to face him now, I want to say something, but what can I say?

  “Thanks for trying to get me in to see her,” I finally say before breathing out, “We were too fucking late. But thanks, man.”

  He tried to get me in there. He honestly tried to help me see the girl I love.

  But we were too fucking late.

  “I know, man, but we got people who can track her down. We’ll figure this out. But you fuckin’ going to jail before you even get the patch… Fuck!” he shouts again at me and digs his fingers through his hair. “I was supposed to keep your ass in line.”

  Looking at his face, I ask, “What the fuck do you mean track her down?! She’s in the fucking morgue man! She’s gone! It ain’t like we got bloodhounds who can track someone’s scent to heaven or somethin’!”

  He stares back at me, wide-eyed. “What the fuck do you mean? Morgue?! Her parents had some fucking private contractors come move her to a private hospital. Paid a shit ton of money, too. I was talkin’ to the local PD about it on the way here.”

  “She’s alive?” I ask, and my voice actually fucking squeaks.

  “Yeah, what the fuck were you thinkin’?” he asks, and I can see he’s still real fucking pissed at me.

  “Shit,” I sigh with a breath of relief, but my heart is still fucking broken from her being taken. “The nurse made it sound like she died.”

  She’s alive, but where is she?