Page 68 of Tattooed Love

“Yeah, Blake, I am sure.” I gave him a small smile as I pushed open the car door. I walked around to his side and leaned into his window. “Thanks, for everything.”

He let out a low sigh and kept his eyes locked with mine. “If they hassle you, or you want to come back to me, call ok?”

I nodded my head, while buttoning up the last button on my jeans. “I will. I promise.”

Blake shot me a weak smile and I could see the debate in his eyes as he thought about leaving me here. His hands hovered over the key, not turning it; just fiddling.

“Go, Blake. I’m fine.” I stepped away from his side of the car, and he twisted the key in the ignition, bringing the engine back to life.

I loved Blake, but we could never be what we were. We both knew that, but it didn’t stop us from going out with a bang, if you get my drift.

I took another step away from his car, and he slowly began to crawl away from me. I would always love him, and it was easy to fall into old habits. Being with Blake was easy, but we both knew that easy wasn’t a good thing.

I watched his tail lights slowly disappear up the driveway, and I slowly turned around to face my house. The mansion was in darkness; it was only after ten at night, so it surprised me that no one was up.

Slowly, I walked up the porch steps. I didn’t know how my brothers were going to react to my sudden return. I paused with my hand on the door knob, and then went ahead and twisted it. They didn’t seem to be home. Good. I had more time to pull myself together before I faced them.

If I’d had my way, I wouldn’t have returned tonight, but, I knew if I went back to Blake’s, I wouldn’t have been leaving anytime soon.

I cracked the door open slowly, and crept through the hallway. The house was in darkness, like I had expected. In the night light, the house looked almost haunted. The moonlight flickered across the photo frames that hung in the foyer.

Sighing softly, I walked through the foyer and into the lounge room. I didn’t bother to flick the light on; I went in and sat down on the couch.

Laying back down and hanging my feet over the end of the couch, I stared up at the ceiling.

My fingers went under my t-shirt and I ran one finger lightly over my scar. Where did I go from here? What was I meant to do with my life?

The dull rumble of motor bikes broke me out of my thoughts. My heartbeat sped up, and suddenly I felt nervous. I knew my brothers would always love me, but still it was hard to face them.

I listened closely as all the engines died, and I heard the crunching of gravel. I froze as I heard the door swing open. For some reason, I shut my eyes tightly.

“So, are they coming around here then?” Tyler’s voice sounded slightly drained as he spoke.

“Yeah, when they knock off or something,” Jax replied.

The front door closed and I remained still on the couch, my feet no longer swinging over the edge.

“Well, I am going to bed, you guys have fun with that,” Tyler yawned, and I heard his feet pounding up the stairs.

The foyer lights flicked on and the overcast spread lightly through the lounge room, bringing only dull light into the room.

“I heard El was coming to pay you a special visit Jax,” Adam said, sounding smug.

“Whatever,” Jax grunted. “Women are only good for one thing. I’m going to shower.”

Another dull set of footsteps stomped up the stairs and I thought over Jax’s words. Women were only good for one thing.

“Did you give Amber another call?” Troy’s voice was huff.

“She blocked it again,” Cole scoffed. “I think we should just storm the guy’s house.”

“We all agreed we would give her space,” Adam quickly snapped. “We owe her that.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” Cole grunted. “She could be dead for all we know.”

I flung my legs back from over the couch and stood up, walking from the couch.

“We would know if she were dead,” Adam said, sounding annoyed.

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