Page 22 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Thirteen
Lucy
“Lucy!” I hurry down the hall not wanting to make my mother wait. “You need to go into the new girl’s bedroom and clean it.” She doesn’t look at me once. I nod, even though she can’t see me before hurrying upstairs. Today is my tenth birthday, but no one noticed. Today was a more important day, my father’s sixth wedding day. I gather the white sheets and decide to go put them in the washer before vacuuming and dusting.
As I enter the hallway, I run straight into my father. “Lucy, do you not look before you so carelessly run about in the house?”
“Sorry, father.” I train my eyes on the floor.
“Are those the sheets from that room?” He points to the bedroom I just exited.
“Yes.” My voice is a whisper. I am always scared to say the wrong thing, or act in the wrong way.
“Make sure to remove all of the stains.” I look at him confused. “Were there not blood stains on the sheets?”
“No, they were as white as they should be.”
He turns away from me wordlessly and I go back to what I had been doing. On my way up the steps to finish cleaning, I hear screaming. Never minding my own business, I tip toe down the hallway. In the last bedroom, I can see a light peeking through a slit in the open door.
“How dare you come to me tainted! Tell me who soiled you, sinner!” He is standing over Martha, the wife he married today. “Clean sheets after consummation is the sign of a sinner, you have been touched by the devil, Martha, and I will rid you of him.”
My hand covers my mouth. I didn’t know the reason for his question. This is my fault. I run from the room and into the bathroom. Heaving, I empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
Gasping for air, I sit up in bed. My heart is racing and cold sweats cover my body. I look down at the blue sheets, remembering where I am, and what just happened.
Jordan.
I look around and he is gone.
My dream.
The sheets are clean.
No blood.
I start to panic. Did he leave because I wasn’t as pure as he thought? Does he think I lied to him? That I’m tainted? Tears stream down my face as I think of the repercussions of my actions. I’ll be seen as a whore. Damaged goods.
“Lucy?” Jordan is in the doorway. I can barely make out his frame from the pool of tears flowing. “Luce, what’s wrong?” He rushes over to me and the minute he reaches me I throw my arms around him. Gripping his shirt in my hands as if he might disappear if I let go. The tears don’t stop, I cough as I try to breathe and catch my breath. He pulls away to look at me. “You need to tell me what’s wrong. What happened?”
“I’m s-s-sorry. I don’t know why they’re clean. I wasn’t lying.” I stutter the words my strangled voice cracking.
“Babe, what are you talking about? Calm down.” He lies next to me holding me against his chest. After a while, my breathing slows down and starts to fall in line with his. I feel dizzy, and lightheaded. He is my center right now, the only thing keeping me from falling apart. “I need you to talk to me. What happened?”
I tell him about my dream, about what happened that day. “We went to her funeral a few days later. The community said she had a heart attack, I knew the truth. I killed her.”
He cups my face. “No. You had nothing to do with that girl’s death. Your father is a sick bastard. Do not blame yourself for a minute. As far as me, I didn’t even think to look for that, babe. My phone rang, it was the Pres and I didn’t want to wake you up. I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.” His head dips and he kisses me. “Don’t ever doubt how I feel about you. Nothing will change that. Every fear you had before you were with me is irrelevant.”
I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him to me. He is so strong, and certain. Being able to lean on him had always been something I needed. “What does all this mean? Me being yours? You claiming me?”
“It means that no one can touch you. It means if anyone tries to I will be here to protect you. You never have to worry about anything, because I’ll do that for you. For most women, it means you’re part of the club family, but you already were.” Family. Many people see the MC as dangerous, for me they have always been a safe haven.
We lay there for a few more minutes before I sit up. “What was your phone call about?”
“Shooter wants us to come see him when we get back. Why don’t you get yourself together, then we can grab lunch and head back over to the clubhouse.” He gives me a quick kiss before leaving the room.
I stand up go to the bathroom, and then get dressed. I’m sore which is making getting dressed a little more difficult than normal. When I walk downstairs, Jordan is standing by the large window next to the door. “I’m all dressed.”
He turns toward me. “You hungry?”
