“Righto.”
Licking her lips, she kisses the tip of my dick.
“I'll miss you when you’re gone,” she purrs.
Helping her to her feet.
“We haven’t finished yet, Sugar,” I say as I walk out the door.
Chapter Four.
Slammer.
I walked into my office with the latest package that had arrived at the house for me. It wasn’t the first thing to arrive at the house since Willow had moved in, and that had me worried.
I had received a few letters threatening Willows life.
I sat it on my desk and pulled out my pocket knife slicing the sticky tape on the box straight down the middle.
There was a layer of bubble wrap on top. Picking it up and placing it on the desk, I looked in the box again, it was filled with photos of Allie and Willow. Stacks and stacks of photos.
Willow in her room getting dressed or undressed. Willow walking to or from school. Willow at school. Willow sleeping in her bed. Willow in the car with me. Willow at her Mother’s funeral. Willow saying goodbye to her old friends. Willow asleep in her old bed. Willow sitting beside the pool. Willow in the kitchen. Willow with her Mum. Willow at her old school. Willow in different rooms at her old house.
Allie at work and home. Allie dropping Willow off at school. Allie kissing me. Allie out with her friends. Allie shopping. Allie asleep. Allie in the shower.
There were hundreds of photos of Allie and Willow doing everyday things.
I turned each and every photo around looking at both sides but there were only the photos. At the bottom of the box was an envelope with nothing written on it.
Opening the envelope, I emptied the contents on my desk. A small slip of paper floated to my desk.
You think your precious Daughter is safe
But I have just proven you wrong
with every photo in this box.
I can get to her anytime I like
And there is nothing you can do about it
I will kill her
Just like I did her Mother.
“Fuck!” I yelled. I hadn’t taken the first three letters seriously, assuming it was some high school kid playing a prank after figuring out Willow was an MC president’s daughter. But I was wrong. I’d misjudged this scumbag sending letters.
I sent Pyro a text telling him to get to my office.
Not even five minutes later the door opens and in strolls Pyro. He slumps in the chair in front of my desk.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Willow’s in trouble.” I reach into my desk drawer, handing him the first three letters.
He reads through them, balling his fists up. He’s about to say something when I hand him the last letter and push the box full of photos across the desk.
He starts pulling photos out after reading the last letter.
“Fuck,” he says going through each photo, “Fucking cunt. FUCK!” he slams his fist down on the desk.
“I want someone to tail her from now on,” I demand, pacing back and forth.
“Put North, Ice or Tank on it.”
“Go tell North to come here. Ice and Tank are going out on another run next week,” I say.
“Righto,” He says.
He gets up and leaves the room.
Chapter Five
North.
I knock on Slammers door five minutes after Pyro interrupted.
“Enter,” came Slammer's voice from behind the door.
“You wanted to see me?” I ask, sticking my head in the door.
“Shut the door,” he says gesturing to the seat across from him.
He’s silent for a minute before looking back up at me.
“I need you to follow her from now on,” he says sliding a photo in front of me. I picked the photo up and studied it.
A girl with long dark blonde hair, framing her face, her crystal blue eyes staring back at me. No makeup except maybe some sort of gloss on her lips. She looks young, but she was drop dead gorgeous with a stunning smile. She instantly reminded me of a typical girl next door. She wore a dark blue long dress.
“Ok, who is she, and why am I following her?” I ask
“I think she may be in danger,” he says only answering half of my question.
“Why?” I ask. What sort of danger could a young girl like this be in?
“Her mother was killed in an accident about four months back,” he says, looking down at his desk. “Only I’m not convinced it was an accident,” he says looking back up at me.
“So, you want me to babysit some kid?” I ask, looking back at the picture. Studying her face more closely, her smile really was stunning and infectious.
“She’s sixteen North, she’s hardly a kid,” he says snatching the photo out of my hands.
“Ok, so you want me to play babysitter to some teenage girl?” I ask sarcastically.
“No, not babysitting. I want you to follow her to school every morning, then follow her home in the afternoon.”
“Do you want me to walk her to class too?” I ask sarcastically.
“Don’t be so bloody stupid,” Slammer barks.
“You can go back to the party now.”
I get up and make my way over to the door.
“Another thing, North.”
“Yeah?” I look back at him
“Don’t ever touch her. Don’t even think about touching her. I’ll skin you alive if you do,” he says smiling.
Chapter Six.
North.
I woke to the blaring of my phone.
“What?” I answered, growling into the phone.
“You know what time it is?” came Slammer's angry voice.
“Fucking early,” I snapped, removing the arm that was slung across my chest.
“Get up!” Slammer bellowed through the phone, “Get your ass over here and do your fucking job!”
Shit, I had completely forgotten Slammer had given me the fucking babysitting job. I looked at my phone. Shit, I had fifteen minutes to get up and get to the address Slammer had given me before the girl left for school.
“Fuck... I’m getting up. I’ll be there soon,” I said sitting up.
He grunted something and hung up the phone.
Smacking Rach on the ass, I spin, putting my feet on the floor and got out of bed saying, “Get up, gotta go.”
She mumbled something I didn’t quite catch before rolling over and pulling the covers up. Ripping the blanket from the bed, I smacked her ass again. She rolled over, looking up at me and licking her lips, “If you keep spanking my ass, you’re going to make me all wet,” she said seductively.
“Don’t care. Get up and get out. I got shit to do and I need you out of here,” I said pulling my jeans up.
I picked up her clothes, throwing them at her. “Hurry up,” I said.
Pulling my shirt over my head, picking up my cut, putting my arms through and settling it over my shoulders.
I sat on the end of my bed and pulled my socks on.
Rach crawled across the bed, draping herself across my shoulders, her hands roaming down my chest towards the button on my jeans.
Sucking on my earlobe she purrs in my ear, “I want you to stay.”
Removing her arms from around my neck, I pull her off the bed. “Can’t babe, got a job to do,” I said. I stood up, shoving my feet in my boots.
Opening the door, I pulled her out with me.
“I’m not dressed,” she complained stomping her foot.
“Not my problem babe, told you to get dressed” I say, slamming the door shut and locking it. Walking away pocketing the keys, I whistled on my way down the stairs.
****
I just made it to the girl’s house in time. She was just walking away from the front door.
Following the girl down the road, I watch her cross the road and walk around the corner before following her. I sat back a bit, so it wasn’t so obvious I was keeping tabs on her. I watch the girl as she plays with her ph
one, placing earphones in her ears. She starts walking casually down the street focused on her phone, and the school comes into view. I pull over to the side of the road and watch as she walks in through the school gates, not once looking up. She seems so lost. I watched her until she was out of my eyesight.
I waited five minutes before leaving the school. Sending Slammer a text, I let him know the girl was inside the school.
I ride over to the custom shop that the club owns, and that a few of us work at. Arriving at work, I park my bike out back. Jumping off I walk inside reading Slammer's reply. ‘Good’. I didn’t worry about replying because I had another text.
Rach: I’m starving. And I don’t mean for food!!
I laughed, pocketing my phone again.
Walking into the office, I pulled out the paperwork I need for the latest order. Walking out into the workshop, I get started on the re-spray.
I work all day only stopping for lunch.
At two forty-five I left the shop and rode back to the school. I stopped my bike on the side of the road and waited for the girl to show.
She walks with another guy towards the gate, and they part ways at the front gate. She walks down the road as she fiddles with her bag. She pulls a book out of her bag and then places her headphones in, playing with her phone, before she starts walking again holding the book out in front of her.
Was she reading and walking? Who does that?
I waited until she was at the end of the block before pulling away and following her all the way home.
It was the same every day, she didn’t go anywhere else. To school and back again. No one ever approached her, and she didn’t stray in any way either. She followed the same street to and from, every single day.
On the weekend she didn’t leave the house, which made my job easier.
Chapter Seven.
Willow.
Over A Year Later
It had been over a year since the worst day of my life.
Sometimes I woke up, and I still couldn’t believe that she was gone. I’d had a miserable year.
Two weeks after I moved in with Aiden he called his mother, and she moved in to look after me. At first, I hated it but then she grew on me, and now I wouldn’t know what to do without her.
Aiden spent most of his time away at work. He said I needed adult supervision when he was gone.
I cried myself to sleep every night for a year but today was a new day, and it was the start of the rest of my life.
I’d given myself a year to grieve, and although I still miss mum every day, I couldn’t carry on the way I had been.
I woke up, made mum’s favourite breakfast and a vanilla latte. Sitting down at the table, I decide to write a list of all the things I want to change in my life, and the things I want to do. I was going to call it the 'new me' list.
5-8-2017
The New Me!!!
The New Me...
New hair colour
New clothes
Makeup
New shoes
Piercings
New Attitude
Things to do...
Decorate my room
Meet new people
Make friends
Go to parties
Get out of the house more
Kiss a guy
Go on a date
Get drunk (at least once)
Get a tattoo
“What are you doing sweetie?” Gran asked.
She was standing behind me looking over my shoulder reading the list I had just wrote.
“I’ve decided that I need to stop feeling so down and closing myself off from everyone. I’m going to reinvent myself,” I reply.
My counsellor had suggested that I write a list of things I wanted to accomplish before turning eighteen. She wanted me to pick things that were going to be easy to accomplish. She also suggested that I write my adventures and feelings in a letter to my mum.
I had put it off for so long thinking that it was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. But over the months the idea had started to grow on me.
“Ok, well a few of these things are going to be easy,” She said, “I’d love to help you with them.” She seems excited at the idea of helping me, so I nod my head in agreement.
“Do you want to go shopping today then sweet pea?” she asks.
I looked up at her and her huge smile that was all the encouragement I needed.
“I’ll go shower and get ready,” I said standing up.
“We leave in an hour,” She yells back at me as I raced up the stairs.
I run up to my room to get ready to go shopping. Looking around my room, I realize that it could do with a major makeover too.
It was still the original stuff Aiden had bought for the room before I moved in. None of it felt like it was mine. None of it felt like me.
There was a single bed with a bright pink and yellow floral doona cover, yellow sheets and pillows.
My walls were a pale dirty yellow. I had two big windows with horrid lacy curtains.
A desk sat under one of the windows. My laptop sat on top with a desk lamp.
There was a walk-in wardrobe with full-length mirrors and an en suite.
None of it was me. There was too many bright colours and way too many floral patterns.
No pictures, no personal touches.
Two things I hated more than anything were yellow and floral patterns. My room contained a lot of both of those things.
It was just a room I slept in. Nothing that made this space my own.
Today I was going to get some things to revamp my room. Make it more my own. I wanted pictures of my mum and me. I wanted pinks, purples and blacks.
I wanted a new bigger bed, and my own bedding.
I wanted to feel at home in my room.
I think it’s time I moved into my Dad’s house.
****
When we arrived home, I took all my purchases into my room. I stored it in the walk-in robe. I took my new bedding to the laundry to put through the wash, so it would be all ready to go on my new bed.
I had been spoilt today, and Gran had the biggest smile on her face
We spent an hour at the hairdressers. I had my hair shampooed and massaged, my hair cut to shoulder length and dyed black with purple and blue streaks.
I got my nose pierced, and my ears pierced for a second time.
We spent hours roaming the shops in town, walking into just about every store we came across in the street.
I got new clothes to go with my new look, and a whole array of makeup to complete the look. My Gran had gone all out. I had three new pairs of shoes and a new school bag.
After clothes and shoe shopping we bought a new bedspread that was black with silver patterns. I fell in love with it the second I saw it. I got purple sheets and black curtains, and a set of purple-y pink towels.
I printed off pictures of my Mum, putting some of the both of us on canvas. I also printed some pictures of my old friends, and one of Gran and I. I bought some frames for other pictures.
Gran insisted that I buy new bedroom furniture as well. I was secretly glad because I really wanted a bigger bed.
I now had a new queen size bed and mattress, bedside tables, and a tallboy, all black.
Gran found a kick ass huge, square mirror with a silver decorative frame that she said would complement the whole room perfectly.
Now I just had to start pulling my room apart. I was going to have it emptied out before my new furniture arrived. It wouldn’t take much because there wasn’t all that much to move out.
I was just taking the bed apart when I spotted Gran standing in the doorway.
“These walls are a horrible yellow. They won’t match anything we bought today, maybe we should have bought some paint as well.” Gran had her serious thinking face on.
“You spent enough today Gran,” I said.
“Nonsense girl, I loved every minute of it. I would have done it sooner, but you didn’t see
m to mind. Hmm, come on girl, I’ll give you a hand moving that bed, then we are going to the hardware store to buy some paint.”
“Gran,” I said.
“No girl, you can’t have these ugly yellow walls with all that purple and black you brought today, what about a light purple? Or white walls with grey trim, or a feature wall?” She was still deep in thought of paint colours as we walked out the door.
We left the old bed in the shed and got back in the car. I guess we were painting my room too.
At the hardware store, Gran and I decided on white walls and charcoal for the trims. It would all blend in with the purple and black.
“Come on let’s go paint this room,” Gran said grabbing a can of paint.
Spending all afternoon painting, we were covered in paint, laughing and dancing around the room, singing at the top of our lungs to Taylor Swift – Shake It Off, when Aiden got home that night
Clearing his throat, Aiden stood in the doorway watching us. Stopping we both turned to look at him.
“So, what is all this then?” he asked.
He was mad. I knew he would be mad when he saw that we had painted his walls, was he going to be mad about the furniture too? I’d taken it too far. I shouldn’t have let Gran spend all that money on me.
“You're mad. I’m sorry Aiden, I’m so sorry, we’ll paint it yellow again. I’m sorry. I’ll tell them to come pick up the furniture too,” I say looking at the floor.
Tears built in my eyes. Aiden walked towards me putting his hand under my chin and lifting my face till I met his eyes, he smiled at me.
“Willow, I’m not upset or even mad. I don’t care if you paint the walls or buy furniture. This is your room. I want it to be your space. I’m glad you are finally doing it,” He said making me feel better about everything.
He wasn’t angry, thank god.
Aiden picked up a paint roller and joined us in finishing up the room.
Gran smiled, turning the music up and carried on painting, so I did the same.
Claire: Hey gf wats doin?
Willow: Hey just painting my room wbu?
Claire: Nm aye.
Willow: Sounds fun.
Claire: Totally.
An hour and a half later Gran announced that we needed dinner, so she was going to go order pizza, while Aiden and I continued painting.
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