Chapter 2
I managed to drive to the club house which was literally two blocks away and as sure as hell as I pulled in to the lot the car conked out. Juice helped me out the car and into the club house with my bag. It was dark in side and quiet, it smelled like stale cigarettes, booze and sex. I was feeling this was a bad Idea, there was a stripper pole and a pool table which Juice plonked my bag on. Jackson was on the phone and the other guys pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass for each of us.
"is there somewhere I can sort myself out first?" I asked. Juice took me and my bag down the hall to a room with an en suite.
"you can stay here come back out when you're done, looks like you could do with a drink" he smiled.
"will do" I smiled. I locked the door behind him and undressed, I had wash with the toiletries I had in my bag, brushed my teeth and got rid of all the blood that I was covered in. I had some pj's packed which weren't the best but at this point I didn't care. They were leopard print shorts and a vest top which a leopard print heart on the front, I wore my slipper socks and piled my hair on top of my head.
I heard laughing from the other room as I opened the bedroom door, I had put a hoodie on to hide the bruises on my neck and chest.
The guys all looked as I walked in. "Now that's better" Jackson smiled pulling a chair out and motioned me to sit down. Juice looked at the bruises on my legs and shook his head. Bobby handed me a drink and I downed it in one.
"that's my girl" Chibs cheered, I had only just realized he was Scottish which made me think of home.
"Tara my wife she will be here in a few to check you over" Jackson said.
"Thank you all for being so kind" I said.
"No problems darlin'" Jackson replied.
I had 4 more shots of Jack's and was feeling a bit buzzed, Tara arrived and she took me into the bedroom for privacy.
"do I need to do a rape kit" she asked.
"pointless, I know who it is and I don't want to ever see him again so I won't be pressing charges" I said. She didn't press me for anymore information, which made me like her a little.
"I think you have a few broken ribs and some internal bruising, I would prefer to take you to the hospital and do some x-ray's and other checks, but you need to get some rest" she smiled. She bandaged my ribs tight to help support me and gave me some strong painkillers. I thanked her and popped two of the pills.
"get one of the guys to drop you off at ST. Thomas' when you're up" she said " and don't worry it will be off the record"
"I appreciate that" I smiled.
She left and I lay down on the bed, the pain was horrendous it had been a long ass day and I just wanted to cry. Just then there was a soft knocking on the door, "come in"I croaked. It was Juice "I know this is a totally strange question, but is it ok if I crash on the sofa in here as all the other rooms are taken and I don't fancy the pool table again" he laughed "don't worry I'm not about to try it on with you"
"yeah I know" I whispered.
"so it's cool?" he asked.
"yeah course" I said. Juice lay down on the sofa and I passed him a pillow. We lay in silence and I heard his breathing deepen and I began to cry, silently at first but then I couldn't stop. Juice rushed over and sat on the bed.
"you okay?" he asked, but I didn't say a word, he grabbed my hand and held it rubbing his thumb gently over it.
"you ain't gotta be scared now, you're safe" he said softly.
He lay next to me still rubbing my hand, I eventually fell asleep with him next to me I felt safe and I had only just met him.