Page 8 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Five
Lucy
A knock jolts me from my sleep. As the door opens and Doc walks in, I sit up and move to the foot of the bed.
“Okay, dear. Let’s get you all set up.” He begins by setting my arm and then starts to make the cast. “Can I ask what happened?” I look up to him. “How old are you?”
Am I supposed to tell him anything? Should I admit to being underage? I have no idea what to say.
“How’s everything coming?” I look up to see Jordan in the doorway. Thank God.
“Just fine although I’m not sure her voice works.” Doc winks at me. “I asked what happened to her.”
“You’ll be seeing her around, she’s under club protection.” Jordan responds for me and I release a sigh of relief. I need to ask him about stuff like this.
We all sit there in silence as Doc finishes with my arm. I can’t help but keep sneaking glances in Jordan’s direction. He has short brown hair and is built like the men I saw on the magazine covers I peeked at in the grocery store when we would go into town. The ones my mother would tell me the sinners and the sluts buy. If he wasn’t there this morning, I don’t know that the other guy would have helped me. Jordan has been so great to me. When he hugged me earlier I don’t think I have ever felt safe like that. Even with just his arm around me it felt like a shield of armor.
As Doc casts my arm, I bite my lip and hold in my screams.
“You know it’s okay to let it out.” I look up at Jordan who is now standing next to me. “Broken bones hurt like a bitch.”
I shake my head continuing to swallow my cries of pain.
My father’s fist strikes me. I scream out as I try to shield myself with my arms. His hand grips my face. “Scream again and I’ll hit you harder. Sinners deserve to be punished.” He strikes my face again and I swallow the agony trying to force its way out.
Doc turns to Jordan when he finishes. “This will be dry in about twenty minutes, however it won’t fully set for up to forty eight hours. She cannot do anything strenuous in this period or it might crack, and I’ll charge Shooter double to come back due to irresponsibility.” Doc turns back to me. “Very nice to meet you, dear.”
He leaves and I can’t help but smile at his friendly demeanor. Jordan sits down next to me. “How ya doin’?”
“Um, I don’t really know. I’m kinda hungry.” I shift uneasily, knowing I should ask him what I really need to know. “I’m scared to do the wrong thing. Doc asked me what happened to me and I didn’t know how to answer him because I didn’t know if I should. Shooter said one mistake and I was out.” My good hand fidgets with the hem of my shirt. I need these guys. I can’t screw this up.
“You can tell anyone in our club anything, no one outside of it. Which shouldn’t be a problem since you won’t be leaving the clubhouse. Just a tip though, watch yourself around the club girls, word is they have sharp claws.” I nod at him. “You wanna talk about it?” I look up at him and his brown eyes are trained on me.
I bite down on my bottom lip. Jordan makes me feel things I’ve only heard the other girls gossip about. Butterflies in my stomach, and I’m not really even sure why. As scared as I was at the warehouse he made me feel like things would be okay. He seems to put me at ease when I feel like it should be the complete opposite. I was raised that sexual thoughts and attractions were a sin. You were not to lust after anyone who was not chosen for you. You could not choose your husband but rather would have to wait for the Prophet to tell you who God chose for you. The Prophet was our leader and everyone believed he had a direct line to Christ. I think it was the other way around, he served the Devil.
“I guess I’m just trying to adjust. These clothes, I have never been allowed to wear anything like this. The dress you found me in was pretty standard. We were to have everything covered. The girls here, the way they dress. The way everyone talks, and curses freely. It’s just all very shocking.” He probably thinks I’m some pathetic little girl.
Jordan reaches in his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, bringing it to his ear. “Hey, Tracie. Listen, can you pick up some clothes for Lucy? . . . Yeah, I know there was but not everyone wants to dress like a club whore . . . Thanks.” He turns back to me. “Tracie is gonna grab you some stuff while she’s out. You need anything else?”
“You didn’t have to do that. I’m already imposing on you all. Putting your club in danger.” I look down, ashamed of the situation I’m in.
His finger lifts my chin. “Sweets, you aren’t putting us in danger. Also, it’s no imposition since you’ll be pulling your weight. This is your home for the next four years, we’ll keep you safe.” He pauses, our faces only inches apart. I close my eyes, for the first time in my life wanting a boy to kiss me. I can’t believe that these thoughts are even running through my head. This isn’t what we’re taught, you shouldn’t have feelings like this for anyone until you are assigned a husband. I was never one to follow those rules though. I want the comfort of his touch. My mother was right, I am a sinner.
The bed shakes and when I look up Jordan is gone. Why would he run away?Because he doesn’t want a prude like you. You’re a baby in his eyes.
I probably looked like such an idiot. He is assigned to help me, nothing more and I was stupid for thinking anything was going to happen.
I’m a responsibility not an option.
I sit for a few minutes trying to calm myself down before heading out into the main room. It’s much more crowded than it was earlier. Shooter sees me and waves me over. “You good?” I nod. “Okay well if you’re up to it tonight it’s almost dinner time. I don’t want you out here any later than ten. You don’t need to be around for what goes on after then.”
“Okay, thank you again.”
I turn away and see Tracie waving me over to the bar. “How ya making out, Mary?”
Ugh, stupid nickname. “I’m okay, all casted up now.” I raise my arm to her.
“Has Jordan given you the low down on the brothers yet?” I shake my head. “Okay, well I’ll fill you in then.” She spins in the stool facing the room. “You met Twisted already, that boy is seriously . . . twisted.” She laughs. “Over there, that’s Torch the resident pyro. Sitting next to him with Lips is Cutter. The other two standing together, that’s Wrench and Brick, named after their weapon of choice.”
