Page 9 of Broken
I take my time getting back to the room because I really don’t want to sit in there knowing she’s in the shower. I feel like a goddamn horny teenager around her. There’s something pure about her, something that makes me want to wrap my arms around her and tell her that I’ll keep her safe. Seeing her in pain earlier got to me. All I wanted to do was take it away for her. I’ve never met a girl who I wanted to treat like this. I’ve never had more than sex with anyone, so I wouldn’t know the first thing about how to treat her. My parents certainly weren’t any example of a healthy relationship.
I walk back to the room, hoping all of this gets figured out soon. When I open the door she’s standing in the mirror, trying to finger brush her hair. It’s still dry; she must not have washed it. The shirt I gave her goes about halfway down her thighs. It’s huge on her, but it’s still sexy and, I don’t know if it’s because she’s wearing my clothes or not. When she turns around I can’t help but laugh at the irony of the shirt I gave her. I hadn’t looked at it when I grabbed it out of the bag; it’s one of my Nike shirts that have their slogan “Just Do It”, on it.
“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in.” She gives me another smile.
“Yea, I grabbed what I could but there wasn’t much a selection.” I lay out a mix of pop tarts, chocolate covered donuts, and a glazed honey bun.
She sits on the bed, tucking her legs under her, and the shirt rides up a little bit more. I need to get out of here. I need to put some distance between us before I do something really fucking stupid. The last thing she needs is me humping her leg while she is trying to figure out who she is and what happened to her.
I grab the pack of pop tarts, plopping down. She laughs as she bounces from my weight. I look up at her, and she has a chunk of chocolate from the donut at the corner of her mouth. Before I can stop myself I’m wiping it off with my thumb. She stills at the contact, and I immediately regret it. The two of us hold each other’s gaze until a knock at the door makes us jump.
I shake my head as I clear the haze that she seems to create. Looking through the peephole, I see that Pres is outside. I open the door and step to the side as he and the girls walk into the room. Izzy drops the food from her hand and stands up.
Pres looks at her half dressed and then glares over at me. I hold my hands up in surrender. “I didn’t touch her. I swear.” I sound like a little bitch right now and I hate it. However, I need him to know that I followed orders, no matter how much I didn’t want to.
“I just wanted to take a shower this morning and I didn’t have anything to wear,” Izzy says, her hands awkwardly clasped in front of her.
He makes her uncomfortable.
“Well, here are some spare clothes for you to wear while we are getting you some supplies.” Lucy hands her a pile of stuff.
Izzy takes it and says thank you before heading into the bathroom to change.
“Anything to report?” Pres looks at me.
“No, nothing yet. She hasn’t remembered anything.” I don’t tell him about the nightmare, although I’m not really sure why. Lying to your President breaks a bylaw of the club and I know it. The way she was affected by that nightmare makes me want to protect her, though. A part of me prays that she is a friend of the club because I’m not sure I could carry out the consequences if she isn’t.
“Well, I have Brick working on finding out who she is right now. Not that we have a lot to go on.” Brick is one of the brothers and the guy is a tech genius. His phone rings and he answers it while walking toward the door.
Izzy walks out, and I have to hold in the sound of appreciation that wants to come out. She’s dressed in skinny jeans and a tight V-neck T-shirt. As much as I loved the look of her in just my shirt she looks amazing fully dressed too. The girls brought over some makeup so that when they take her out her bruises aren’t as noticeable. This might be one thing I’ll admit that they’re good at. Sitting down, she starts to tie the sneakers the girls brought for her. Once she’s done she looks up at me, and I can see the hesitation in her face. She’s had this look since Pres walked in, and I know it’s because she’s scared of what the outcome of everything will be. I give her a smile, trying to reassure her that at least for now she has nothing to worry about.
What I really want to do is wrap her in my arms and make her feel safe, not just offer a look. I want to press her close to me and feel her lips on mine. I want to take away all the fear I see in her eyes. The worst part is that I barely know the girl and I already feel like this. She could be the spawn of Satan for all I know.
An elbow nudges me. “You still with us, Prospect?” Nikki is looking at me like I have ten heads.
“Yea, I’m fine. All right, Tramp, you ready to go?” I look over at her sitting on the bed and her eyes go wide.
“What the fuck did you just call her?” Nikki is in my face faster than I can blink.
“Easy, it’s not like that. It’s that stupid cartoon movie.Lady and the Tramp, she’s the stray we took in.” As I say it I realize that doesn’t sound much better.
“Oh yea, so what’s that make you? The other half? Lady?” She smiles at me. “Hey, babe!” Pres comes walking over. She wouldn’t. “I think I figured out the prospect’s road name.” Nikki leans over, whispering in his ear and then he smiles at me.
“Fuckin’ perfect. Catch ya later, Lady.” He walks away as Nikki smirks at me.
If only she wasn’t a woman I’d lay her ass out, prospect or not.
