10.

Angel's POV

5 years ago

Roman's my guy and we're both young, dumb, and hopelessly in love. We fight like all couples do. And like with most of our fights, I just shut him out. He hurt me, what was I supposed to do?! When he asked why he was wasting his time on me… I broke. We'd said a lot of fucked-up things over the years when we were mad but never like that.

I just needed some time to myself… I thought he'd get that. If we were really done, I wouldn't have had a problem with Dean wanting to rip his insides out that night he was banging on my door.

The next week sucked. With my bathroom being attached, I never left my room. My dad had someone making sure I was constantly eating, or at least accepting the food at my door. I didn't really have an appetite for the first few days.

On the fourth day, I ate 3 large pizzas, a sheet of brownies, and two cartons of strawberry ice cream by myself. Alexa rubbed my back and shushed me to sleep every night through my tears. It was a part of me and Roman's vicious cycle and she knew just how to help me through this phase.

What neither of us was prepared for, however, was the morning Sasha's skank ass walked into my kitchen wearing my man's shirt! I wanted to hold her head underwater until the bubbles stopped. When she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him like I did, I wanted to throw up.

What made my heart sink was the fact that he just stood there.

When we finally made eye contact, I mumbled to Alexa something about heading to the garage before I bolted out the door. I paced around the side of the clubhouse trying to regain my composure but I was having trouble keeping the tears in.

"Hey… hey, calm down babes," Alexa said as she ran up behind me. She turned me around and hugged me, letting me fall apart.
"He.. he… he…" I mumbled incoherently.
"He's an asshole," Alexa said, running her hand over my head, gently trying to calm me down.

I think I lasted for about two weeks before I walked into my dad's office that day. I couldn't stand seeing Sasha all over him while he acted like I wasn't even fucking there. It's like our last three years together were suddenly sucked from his brain and I was back to just being Dean's sister.


"Hi Daddy," I said as I sunk into the seat across from his.
"Angel, baby, how's my favorite?" my dad asked as he pulled me into a tight hug. Eric Bischoff wasn't my biological dad, but he was his best friend. When I was two and lost my dad Eric stepped up. For me, Dean, and the club… and he was the best dad I could ask for.

"I'm okay," I replied as I sank into the chair across from him. His blue eyes pierced into mine and I knew he knew something was wrong.
"Talk to me, Kiddo. What's going on?" he asked and just like a levy, the tears began pouring out.
"Roman and Sasha… I know I broke up with him and he deserves to move on. I'm just… every time I see them together it just reminds me that it's my fault."
"Angel…?" he asked. "What do you want to do?" he asked me. I looked down at my hands and began picking at my nails.
"I need to get out of here. I can't be around them right now, it hurts…" I said quietly.


"Take care of yourself, big sister," Dean said as he pulled me in for a hug. He and my dad were dropping me off at the train station. Last week, my dad agreed to let me get away for a while to heal my heart.
"Don't get into too much trouble without me," I said smirking. Dean laughed and gently nudged my chin with his fist.
"You know you don't have to go, right? I mean... his body could just 'end up' in Outlaw Lake, nobody would even know what happened," he shrugged.
"No killing Roman. I mean it, Dean. Just let him be happy with Sasha," I said sadly.

"Come here, kiddo," my dad said as he wrapped me in his arms, gently stroking my hair. "Hurry up and heal that heart, don't make us miss you too much."

We finished with our goodbyes and I watched as they walked back to the parking lot. I sighed and walked into the train station. I waited in line and when it was my turn, I walked up to the teller with a small on my face.

"Hi, I'd like to trade this ticket to Miami, please."
"And where are we heading instead, Miss?"


After the 4-hour train, I was exhausted. I rented a room in a small hotel just outside of town. Luckily, they didn't require a credit card, so I was able to pay with cash. It's not like I was going to keep it a secret from my dad forever. I just didn't want Roman coming after me. Not that he would anyway. He's so far up Sasha's ass I doubt he even realized I left.

I wasn't sure how long I slept for, but by the time I woke up the sun was out. I looked at my phone and saw it was a little after one.

"Might as well get something to eat," I said to myself.


I noticed a cute little diner a few blocks from the hotel when I first arrived, so I thought I'd go check it out.

Walking into 'J.R.'s', I was immediately greeted by the smell of bacon and fresh coffee. Any place that has all-day breakfast was good in my book.

I took a seat on a stool at the counter and was greeted with a menu by a bubbly brunette.

"Hey sweetheart, how you doing?" she asked with a smile on her face.
"I'm good. How are you… Mickie?" I asked as I read her nametag.
"Just fine doll, what can I get you to drink?" she asked.
"I'll take a coke, please, and I think I'm ready to order," I responded.
"What can I get for ya?" she asked, notepad and pen in her hands.
"I'll take four scrambled eggs, four strips of bacon, two sausage links, two pieces of ham, some hash browns, and two slices of toast, please.

Mickie's eyes widened as my order continued, but she wrote it all down, nonetheless.

"Coming right up," she said ripping the paper and hanging on the order-line for the cooks in the back. "Here ya go J.R.," she said to the man who grabbed the ticket. He nodded before turning back to the grills.

"A woman after my own heart," a deep voice said. I looked over at the muscular man sitting a few stools away just as she smiled at me, his blue eyes captivating me.
"Excuse me?" I asked confused, looking around, not sure if he was speaking to me. His smile grew as he nodded toward the kitchen.
"Your order," he said. "I'm surprised a little thing like you can eat that much," he said huskily as his eyes scanned over my body, causing my stomach to tie in knots.
"Yeah… I can eat," I replied. He motioned towards the stool next to me and I nodded. A moment later the two of us were laughing and getting to know each other.

I didn't tell him much. Definitely nothing about Roman and for damn sure nothing about the MC. I wasn't Angel Jaymes Ambrose anymore. I was just Angel James, a wandering soul who wasn't sure how long she'd ever stay in one place. The mystery is what I think really drew him in.

So you can imagine my surprise a week later when he invited to a party at his place, which turned out to be an MC party. Randy was the prince and new President of the Viper Motorcycle club.

I definitely had a fucking type.


"Angel, baby wait!" Randy yelled as he followed me out of the party. My mind was in a million pieces and I couldn't talk to him at the moment. Was I really about to hop from one club to another?
"Don't, Randy… don't. Just leave me alone," I said as I kept walking, not bothering to turn around. A moment later I felt an arm around my waist and I was spun around, coming face to face with this broad chest. He tilted my chin up so he could look into my eyes.
"I can't just do that. I can't leave you alone. You've been the only thing on my mind since I met you last week and if you just walk away I don't think I could handle it. I don't wanna say it right now, because I don't wanna scare you… but damn it, Angel, I think you've got me falling for you," he said.

I looked at his looks and leaned up to kiss him, pulling him down to further the kiss.

"Mmm, no more keeping stuff from me, okay?" I asked as he rested his forehead against mine.
"I swear baby. I was just scared that you'd run the second you found out," he says looking down at me sadly. "I'm just glad you're giving me another shot," he said swaying us back and forth.
"You better not screw it up Orton," I warned him.
"Don't worry babes. I'm never messing this up again," he promised.

And things were great… for a while. He even moved me into his place, his reasoning being why would his girl have to live out of a motel when his mansion was right there? At first, things were amazing, Randy would take care of club business and I usually hang around in the house, either in the pool or the game room. He'd come home to me cooking dinner for us and we'd cuddle and make love all night. Things were perfect… until the first time that he hit me.


I wiped the sweat from my brow as I finished dumping the second batch of macaroni and cheese after accidentally burning the first.

"Baby? I'm home," I heard as Randy walked into the house.
"In the kitchen," I replied as I set the timer on the oven, making sure to double-check it this time.
"Hey," he said walking over and wrapping his arms around me. My arms found the place around his shoulders and he breathed deep into my newly dyed black hair. "Wait, dinner's not done?" he asked, stepping away from me as he noticed the burnt macaroni still on the counter.

"I can't eat this shit," he spat, pointing at the tray.

"It's okay, I've got another batch in the oven. The steaks are done and there's salad in the-" I said before a hard slap across my face literally floored me. I'd never been hit before and I was in shock.
"I don't want a goddamn salad. I wanted macaroni and now the steaks will be cold, no doubt. God, can't you do anything right?" he asked as he began retreating from the kitchen.

"W-w-where are you going?" I stammered, holding my cheek, which was probably turning red.
"To get a decent fucking meal," he responded and with that, he was gone. He came back a few hours later with a diamond necklace, promising that he was just frustrated and he'd never put his hands on me like that again. And like an idiot, I believe him and stayed.

I stayed for another almost three years of beatings, being screamed at, occasionally being raped when he'd come home drunk and horny, and nearly being shot the only time I threated to leave. I told myself he only acts like that because I make him upset and that he hated it when he hurt me just as much as I did. I tried to just be better, but nothing changed. I only realized what would eventually happen after a checkup one day.


After ditching the prospect Randy had to babysit me, I took a cab into the city. After the last fight, I was pretty sure Randy had sprained my elbow when he dislocated it and I wanted to see for myself.

"Alright Ms. James, now we're just gonna run some normal tests and then we'll get you set u for an x-ray. Now before we begin, is there any chance that you may be pregnant?" the doctor asked, and it was like the world stopped. I thought back to my last period and shook my head as tears began.
"I… I can't be," I said more to myself than her.
"Well just to be sure, I'm gonna have a blood test run as well. We'll know for sure by the end of the day," she replied.

I hung out in the cafeteria in the hospital waiting for my results. There was no chance in hell I was leaving until I knew. I reached down and held my belly, already knowing I was pregnant. I couldn't believe it.

What was I going to do now? Randy's never letting me go and I'll never trust him, not to hurt my baby.

"Well," the doctor began a few hours later as she sat on her wheeled stool. "The results are positive for the pregnancy hormone. Congratulations Ms. James," she said as tears began rolling down my cheeks.
"I have to get rid of it," I whispered desperately.
"Oh, well there are plenty of options for you. You can choose to put the baby up for adoption or if you prefer the abor-," she said as I cut her off.
"I can't have this baby," I responded more confident this time. "Terminate it," I said coldly.


I paced that night in a hotel near the hospital, laughing at the irony. Seems like just yesterday I rolled into town and that first motel. I shook the thought out of my head before my baby popped back into my head.

I knew it wasn't fair to kill it, and I knew I could just go home. I was planning on doing just that after the procedure the following morning, but I also knew that having Randy Orton's baby would sign my death warrant.


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