Chapter 2
***January 15th 2009 21:25 Tacoma***
Happy fell forward stomping his boots hard onto the wood flooring. He hadn't expected her physical outburst so late into the argument, she had really caught him off guard and he felt a fool for it. He wanted nothing more than to smack her halfway across the room but despite his anger, despite all the times she'd pushed his buttons and all the wrong ones, he'd never raise a hand to her. Sure, he'd get close to it but he always managed to put himself into check. He often wondered if it was because of his Club life, it had allowed him to vent his anger outside of the walls he shared with her, it was that that made him wonder. He was pretty certain if he didn't live the life he did, she'd be in and out of the hospital more times than he could care to imagine.
Twisting around, after being shoved in the back, he thundered a stare across the room at her, seeing her chest heaving with adrenaline and he knew it took all of her might to face up to him, and she did it so bravely. It made him feel proud that the woman in front of him was his bitch and nobody else's. His own chest even rattled with heavy force and he contemplated what his next move would be, because she'd always make him do that. No matter if she was working his last nerve, it was always possible for him to dig deep and bring forth the last fraction of decent human relations he had available. He saved up all his good deeds for her because after all she was the one that kept him grounded, kept him away from the devils that constantly tormented his soul.
Lana had raised her chin, even though she wanted to run and hide, she kept herself together. Her eyes glistened because, God be damned she was never going to let her tears fall in front of him. He'd made her cry far too many times over the last year of their relationship that she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She knew that he kind of got a kick out of seeing her cry, it made him feel the bigger man, strong and able to help his damsel in distress. Loving a man like that took the wind out of you, and Dear Lord, she loved him so damn much but over the last year or so, he'd become so callous and mean that she watched in the wings as he even drove his own friends away.
She never understood it. One minute he was Happy, the guy everyone knew, the guy everyone feared but respected. The next minute he was the man that stood across from her now, nasty and vindictive.
At first he had been working at a Tattoo place, sure he wheeled and dealed with shit that just wasn't normal but ever since he started hanging with the wrong crowd, life for Lana was hard. She'd first seen him in some skanky Club, his eyes met hers and back then, he actually knew how to smile and God, that smile had Lana hooked, but now things were oh so different.
"Don't fuckin' look at me like that. Talkin' like I'm some kind of fucking chore for you. I don't depend on you for shit Hap." She said it hard, kept it real and never once sounded weak.
Happy stalked towards her, watching her back up and finally stumble into the bar stools, pushing them aside so she could move further away from him but it had proved futile. He saw now, as her back hit the bar, nowhere else to go, nowhere else to run, he had her. Whether she was afraid of him or not, Happy was not going to hold back. She'd riled him; he knew it, he knew she knew it and they both knew the whole fucking charter was going to know it by the time he'd finished.
Clamping a hand around her neck, his fingers spread up the side of her face, his thumb just under her chin, he gritted his teeth with anger.
"You keep pushing me Lana; you think I won't… you really think I won't commit, huh? You think I don't have the balls to beat the shit out of you if you try me again?" His eyes dared her to answer.
"Y-You w-wouldn't f-fucking dare" Lana stuttered out.
He tightened his grip with his fingers and Happy felt her wince, her eyes watering but not with her unshed tears, they watered with fear. She was scared and he knew that, he wanted that. He needed her to believe him; he just didn't want to lose face. Couldn't stomach the fact she had this power over him, the power to sway his decision so easily, because if it was some other girl, some other guy right now, they'd be dead already. God damn, he wasn't going to hit her, the fear in her eyes pleaded with him and it irked his soul that she had harboured that uncertainty. It angered him that she could think he'd want to hurt her, despite the way he gripped her, despite the way he stared at her with his killer eyes, it brought a pain to his chest. He could see in her eyes how much he'd fucked her up, he'd never meant to hurt her, he'd never meant to break her and he damn sure never meant to make her hate him but he could see it in her eyes, staring back at him, like he was a stranger to her.
That right there had stopped him in his tracks and he couldn't speak just yet, the feeling taking it's time to be processed through him, a tilt of his head allowed him to make that final decision. He could see the raw mark he was leaving on the side of her face, and loosened his grip immediately, he fucking hated to mark her pretty skin.
Lana felt the grip loosen and she knew she had him, she knew him all too well and he was never going to hurt her, since she'd been with him he'd never let a damn thing hurt her, not even the postman that pissed her off one morning. Right now, she didn't want to smile; she didn't want to indicate what the flinch in his strength had told her, he was never going to follow through with his threat. But she too wanted him to believe that she never doubted he was going to follow through. In all her life, she'd never wanted a man to feel more possessive over her than humanly necessary but she knew him, and she knew he needed that grounded stability in this relationship. Knew he needed to be the dominate one. God she needed that too, thrived on it in fact.
"Stop being a cunt and then I wouldn't have to threaten you." Happy smirked, he couldn't help it, he'd started to imagine how wet she would feel, all angry and fired up at him, he was certain she'd be damp. He saw it, even though she tried hard to cover it up. Happy saw her tiny smile, he saw that she recognised his waiver of brutality and all of a sudden it was now a game.
"I can't help it. I know you like my cunt so that's why I play you." Lana fisted his t-shirt at his side, just under his cut and pulled him closer, urging him with her posture for him to just take her over, take her to the place the loved the most.
Happy deeply chuckled and then menacingly popped his jaw, slowly giving in to the fact she knew him so damned well.
"You want it here, right in the Clubhouse?" he asked with a tiny amount of shock. Not understanding why she seemed so needy all of a sudden.
"I'll have it any way, anywhere… with you." Lana spoke softly and tried with all her might not to cry. Her words were that of a parting lover, it was going to be the last time with him; she had made that decision a few days ago, now all she wanted was him.
~AN~
OK, hope you liked it. I realise that this scene in the clubhouse seems to be going on forever but I like explaining little bits from their past during the moment. Anyways, PLEASE, PLEASE Review… totally makes my day!
