CHAPTER 11
He awoke once again before daybreak but this time it was due to her violent thrashing and high pitched screams. "Courtney baby wake up." He said shaking her slightly. She didnt wake up though. Her movements became so violent that it was becoming painful for him. Mark knew about her demons but seeing her like this, reliving it, was almost too much for him. It actually scared him. His heart was breaking seeing her like this and being to frozen with terror to do anything.
"Mom don't, mommy please don't. I'm sorry." she mumbled in her sleep. He felt like his mind was working and telling him to wake her up but his limbs had refused to move. She suddenly screamed and sat bolt upright in the bed, panting wth wide eyes. The far away look that was glazed with unshed tears remained there and she didn't look like she was with him.
"Darlin?" Mark finally asked with reluctance evident in his shakey voice. her head jerked in his direction as her eyes began to slowly focus.
"Mark?" she asked unsure.
" Yeah baby girl, it's me." he said sofetly and comforting, getting over the initial shock and becoming strong like he knew she needed him to be.
"Could you maybe...hold me for a while?"
"Of course i can beautiful." he said pulling her over to him and laying back down with her slightly on top of his massive chest.
"Thanks" She said snuggling into his warm embrace.
"I'm here for ya darlin." he whispered in her ear, hoping she was calm and not just putting on an act so he wouldn't worry about her.
"I know." She laid there with the moonlight revealing half of her face to him, her eyes open and her mind clearly wondering as he watched her. he stayed there like that until his eyes got to heavy to hold open and he drifted off to sleep reluctantly.
He woke up around 10 A.M. to see her still sleeping, her position changed to her back being snuggled closely against his chest. He figured she needed her rest and got up to start their breakfast. By the time he finished making the breakfast and was setting the plates on the table she walked in, tiredly rubbing the sleep from her eyes and stretching in a catlike way. She had thrown on some sweats and a tanktop but mark couldn't think of a more beautiful sight he'd ever seen. "Hey", she said yawning.
" Hey beautiful." He said as he bent down to kiss her softly.
"umm. thank you." She said as she looked up at him.
" Your welcome" He said sitting down across from her. " So what dou ya wanna do today, baby girl?"
" Don' know" she mumbled in between bites of her omelet.
"Well, i thought we could take a couple of my bikes and go for a ride, seeing how it's such a nice day and all. What do ya think?" Mark asked.
"That'd be great." she smiled. She loved to ride, made her feel free. To her it was the only time she felt at peace with her life. The only time that she could stop the pain and forget about the past as she enjoyed the wind whipping through her hair and the feel of power as she gazed at the road.
"You wanna ride with me or you wanna ride your own bike?" He asked, hoping she'd want to ride with him.
"Well, since i don't really know where im going, i'll ride with you today" She said thinking of an excuse to be close to him.
He smiled knowing it was an excuse and that if she really wanted she could ride by herself and easily find her way back from anywhere. "Alright. well, lets get showered and head out." Mark stood and dumped their plates in the sink and turning to her.
"Holy Mary Mother of God!" courtney gasped as they walked into the garage. lined up in a neat and perfect fashion were twenty of the most beautiful bikes she had ever seen before in her life."Take your pick, which one you wanna ride?"
a specific one caught her eye and she almost choked. " Is this?"
"Yeah, he was my friend." He said slightly saddened at the thought of the man who had built the buike they were so intently staring at.
She looked uop at him and saw the saddness in his green eyes. "He was amazing. I mean when i think of the best chopper builder i think of Indian Larry. It's gorgeous." ( a/n for all of you who may not know, Indian larry was a chopper bike builder with a shop based in new york called gasoline alley. he did a couple of shows called great biker build off on the discovery channel and the last one he was on was the one he died on. he was a stuntman and he had a trick where he stood on the seat and rode the bike like that for the crowd and they think he hita bump or a pothole or something and e feel off and hit his head and died the next day. he was one of my idols and if u wanna see a pic of the bike im putting in here go to and click on bikes and you'll see bike 1-4 and its bike 1 and its called wild child. it was the last one he made and the one he fell off. sorry figured u needed to kno that for this to make sense.)
"I don't really ride it." He said admiring his friends handy work.
"Understandable, just a shame ya know. A machine like this should be free." She scoped out the rest of the bikes and settled on one of the many Harleys he had. " I think this one will work." She said looking up at him with a grin on her face.
" My favorite." he handed her a helmet and went to grab his jacket from beside the door.
"So, do they all work?"
" all except that one" he said pointing to an old indian in the corner away from the others. " haven't been able to get her started for a while."
"Think i could take a look later?" she asked, looking at the black bike curiously.
"Yeah, sure. Grease monkey."
"aww. how endearing" she said sarcastically. He chuckled as he started the bike and she climbed on behind him and they were off..
and thats that for this chapter. i promise i wont take nearly as long on the next oe and if i do i give u permission to hunt me down and torture me to ur like...although i can't promise not to fight back... jk. later ya'll.
