Forever Faith: A Biker Romance Page 7

  I am glad to see the nurse enter the room and rush to her bed. I step back and let her do her thing. Within a minute, additional staff, including the doctor, are in the room with her and trying to get responses from her.

  I can’t see, but apparently she is nodding or shaking her head to give the responses they need. After several minutes, the crowd thins out a little and I hear the doctor tell her that an investigator from the sheriff’s office needs to talk to her about what happened as soon as possible and they are going to get her some help in dealing with everything that has happened.

  I am on my feet and coming between the doctor and Faith. “No fucking way. She is not ready for that shit. Keep the cops and everyone else out of here.”

  The room is silent and I realize my language is shocking them as much as what I say. I feel bad. I don’t want them to judge Faith for being around me. Before I can apologize or whatever, the doctor lets me know I will be banned from not only the ICU but the entire hospital if I interfere with her care or the investigation into what happened to her.

  I nod and keep my mouth shut for now. I take Faith’s tiny, ice-cold hand in mine and put all of my attention into her. Her tears begin again and I am torn up. The staff slowly leaves us alone and she has her eyes closed tight like she can’t look at me.

  “Faith, Baby, it’s all gonna work out. It’s ok now. I promise. Please look at me. It’s been so long since I have seen your beautiful eyes. Come on, open up for me.”

  As always, she responds better when I speak with authority to her and order her around a little. Her eyes open slowly and they are so full of pain, it breaks me. I lean down and kiss her forehead and in a small quiet voice she says, “I’m so sorry.”

  “No, Baby. I am the one to apologize to you. I promised to keep you safe and take care of you and I fucked up. You have nothing to apologize for.”

  She just continues to cry softly. I am wiping the tears as they fall down her face, but I am having trouble keeping up as they continue to fall.“Sh. Don’t think about it, honey.”

  I feel so helpless that I am actually glad the two nurses come in and kick me out. I kiss Faith once more and tell her I am not going anywhere, and I will be right outside the door. I promise her I won’t leave the hospital until I can bring her with me. I think she may give a small smile at that. She definitely looks relieved.

  When I step back into the waiting room, there are a handful of Horsemen and old ladies waiting. I give them the good news and everyone cheers. I go to Jury’s old lady and tell her to go out to the family compound and tell her parents so they can get here now. A hush falls around the room and Jury and his old lady are making nervous eye contact with each other.

  “What?”

  Jury speaks up. “She already went out there twice, Prez. The first day we found her and then again yesterday. They say Faith is dead to them and whatever happened to her is God’s punishment for her being wicked or some shit.”

  “Fuck.”

  “They believe that shit, Prez. They are using her as a lesson to all the other kids out there. Fucking psychos.”

  “Alright, then.”

  I take the care bag from Jury’s old lady that I know is food and clean clothes for me and walk away from them. I don’t care about club business or anything else right now. I am all this girl has in the world.

  The next week is full of tests, therapy, and recovery. Faith’s black and purple bruises are a light green and fade more each day. I just want to get her home. I am fucking sick of this place. Her ribs are healing and it is time to go. Now that she is out of ICU and in a regular room, she has a lot of visitors day and night. She is still not herself and pretty quiet. The cops got nothing from her and she hasn’t confided anything to me or anyone else. I don’t need to hear anything I haven’t figured out for myself. Malone is a dead man.

  Around nine at night we are finally alone. I help her go to the bathroom and take her shower and get a fresh gown for sleep. I have been doing this since she was able to get up. The first time was the worst. She just stared in the mirror at her bruised and battered body. She knew about the pain, but I guess seeing it was too much for her. She has looked in the mirror less every time, and is just used to seeing herself this way now. I have pointed out a few times when a mark has completely healed and gone away. She understands now that little by little, they are going to fade and disappear completely.

  Tonight, there is a little different vibe in the air. She is holding eye contact with me. I think she is aware of being nude in front of me for the first time this week. Since the first shower, she never resisted and just let me undress and wash and dry her before putting on fresh gowns. I have even brushed her hair. I am not proud of the fact that I have had a raging hard-on every time I have seen her or touched her. I am also not proud of the times I have jerked off when I take my own shower in the hospital shower by myself at night and watched my cum run down the drain.

  After drying her, I snap the gown around her and pull all of that hair out from under the collar. She turns in my arms and tiptoes up to place a warm soft kiss on my mouth. I want to press into it and take over but even I can’t be that big of a dick. I turn her towards the room by her shoulders and walk her to the bed.

  We have to get out of this fucking hospital.

  She sits on the side of the bed with her feet hanging and reaches to take her hairbrush but instead of brushing, she stretches her arm out, handing it to me. I feel like I am going to come in my pants. The way she is looking at me and inviting me to do more than brush her hair.

  I know it’s messed up for me to have these thoughts about her. She is going to need serious therapy before she can handle anything like I have in mind. Lucky for me, I know I am the devil and do what I want. I take the brush from her in one hand and use my other hand to spread her legs. I walk in between her spread legs and get as close as I can before I brush her hair. She lets out a little gasp and groan. She is totally into it.

  I have to reach around her body to brush her hair down her back and I run my nose and closed mouth up her neck and whisper in her ear.

  “We have to get out of this place. I want to get you home so bad.”

  Another little groan.

  I take the heavy hair and bring it around to one side in front of her. Her eyes are closed and she is loving the attention.

  “I want to see you with your hair like this without any clothes on, Faith.”

  A little moan and she says, “Me, too.”

  I put my mind to brushing her hair before we lose control. As a Horseman I have no problem with fucking someone in their hospital bed, but I can’t stand the thought of making Faith look bad. She’s better than that. She’s better than me.

  We get through the hair-brushing and she gets under the covers in her bed and I sit by her to watch TV until she falls asleep. I am in physical pain from wanting her so bad, but feel guilty at the same time for trying to push her into things she isn’t ready to deal with after her ordeal. I just can’t stop myself.

  We agree on some show and I settle into my chair and take her hand in mine. She picks up the remote and mutes the TV and looks at me.

  “Liam, I want to talk about it now. About Russell and what happened,” she says quietly.

  “It’s ok, Baby. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. You can get it out of your mind forever.”

  “No, Liam, I want to tell you,” she continues.

  I just nod my head in agreement and hold her hand a little tighter.

  “I thought at first he wanted to take me back to the Family and marry me, but he just wanted to hurt me. He hit me and hurt me from the first moment he put me in that truck.”

  I am trying to control myself so she feels free to keep talking but a hiss escapes me and I feel like I am on fire. I actually see red in my rage. I have kept the thoughts of Malone in the back of my mind not letting them out so I can be here for Faith. She is bringing them front and center now.

  “Whe
n I first woke up here in the hospital, I thought he had raped me and worse. The therapist and doctors assure me he didn’t do anything like that. He still did other things to me. I was naked the whole time. I…”

  I stop her. I can’t let her go on. She is crying for real now.“Faith, it doesn’t matter. It’s behind us now. Don’t do this to yourself.”

  “Liam, please let me finish.”

  Again I nod for her to go on.

  “I remember now he tried to… he hurt me and bit me and got himself all worked up but when he tried to… he couldn’t make it work. It just made him angrier and in the end he blamed me and punched me and kicked me until I passed out again.”

  “God, Faith. Stop. I can’t. I’m sorry, I just can’t sit here and hear this. It kills me, Baby. You can talk to the therapists or maybe some of the old ladies at the club but not me Baby. You mean everything to me now and I can’t deal with what has happened to you. I should have never left you alone. I should have never allowed this to happen. Please, can you forgive me? I am so sorry.”

  “No Liam. It is in no way your fault. You can’t think that way. I just want you to know that he never… you know. I fought him as best I could and I didn’t want you to think that I…that we… you know.”

  “Faith. That is the last thing you need to think about. We are on track now. The past is the past. You were his victim. Please don’t waste time thinking about it anymore. I wish I could erase it all from your memory.”

  And I am on my feet leaning over her for a kiss. Poor baby is fucked up in her head over this. God damn Malone.

  “The detective promised me they will find Russell and with my testimony he will go to prison for a very long time. I want that. I do, but I am going to have to go over and over everything again and again and in a public hearing.” She finishes with a giant sob.

  I never like to share my business with anyone, especially a woman, but I want to ease her mind.“Baby, I am dealing with Malone. He will never stand trial. You will never have to testify or repeat thisstory again. It’s over.”

  She clings to me tightly and I feel her relief. I know her religious shit is going to guilt her about it eventually, but for now she is grateful I am the asshole I am. When she pulls back she raises her little hand to my beard.“I like this. You look like a real biker now,” she teases me.

  “I have been right here with you every second and I feel lucky that they let me shower my ass and brush my teeth here every day. Shaving was totally out of the question.”

  She smiles, and tears are gone and forgotten when she says, “Well, I miss seeing your face, but this is good, too.”

  “Time for sleep—and drop the subject of my ugly face.” I pick up the remote and un-mute it so we can relax. She has my hand in both of hers and ends up laying her head on our hands and falling asleep. So uncomfortable for me, but I am in heaven.

  Faith

  I give up sleeping and make the bed raise up so I can sit after the nurse’s tenth visit throughout the night. I have learned that in the hospital, sleep is impossible. The staff are in and out of your room, checking your stats every time you doze off. When I see it is daytime, I give up trying. I cannot wait to get home.

  He is not in the room, but I am sure he is close by. He won’t leave this place without me. Hopefully, today is the day I get released. Liam is everything to me now. He is so handsome. Even with the beard he now wears. He always had a few days’ worth of stubble, but not exactly what you could consider a real beard before now. I always noticed that most of the Horsemen all had beards except him. I close my eyes and I remember the feel of it when he was nuzzling my neck last night. I miss him being near me, even when he steps out of the room for only a few minutes. I have to get control of this before we are back in the real world and out of this place. My therapist has warned me a few times about becoming overly attached to him as a way of not focusing on my “trauma”. She has no clue that I was like this before any of that happened to me.

  I decide to go into the bath to wash and brush my teeth, and make myself look a little better. When I return to my bed to work on my hair, the breakfast tray arrives, along with my two best friends. This is the first time they have come to see me. We are all hugging and squealing and so happy just like nothing ever happened. Smiling so big it hurts my face, I look to the door and see Liam with his arms crossed, smirking at the picture we girls make.

  “Oh, Liam! The girls came to see me!” I explain, but he already knows.

  He nods a little. Gypsy rushes in to an apology to Liam as well as me saying it was all their fault, and she will never forgive herself, and so on. I try to interrupt her and make her stop when Liam speaks, shocking them both. I forget that he is known for his silence in the club because with me he talks a lot.

  “You disobeyed an order and almost cost her her life,” he snarls, and I fear for them.

  “Liam, stop. It is ok now. You said so. Let it go,” I plead and see both girls are starting to cry already.

  “All right, then. From now on, you get permission from me and nobody else for every move this girl makes, or the friendship will be over.” He has a quiet, but frightening, voice, and takes a seat in his usual chair by my bed.

  “Liam…” I begin, because no wonder these girls are crying, but the look he gives me shuts me down. I take a hold of Megan’s hand and we walk to the bed and sit. Gypsy follows and grabs my hairbrush to go to work on my hair.

  I ask for all the gossip at the club and that lightens the mood as both girls begin talking at the same time.

  After the gossip is taken care of, I am happy when both girls tell me they are enrolled in the community college near home. They hope I can go too. I look at Liam, who has a blank, moody look on his face, so I say nothing about it. In no time at all, Gypsy says they have to start the long drive home. She leaves a bag of clothes she says are for me to wear when they finally spring me from here. I can’t wait for that day. We all hug and kiss goodbye without any sadness, and it goes back to just Liam and me.

  I pick up one of the dozens of books the ladies have been leaving me every time they visit and decide to ignore Liam. He is not the only one that can be moody. I have a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I don’t want to visit right now. But, Liam seems more controlling than ever, and bossy about my life. Coming so close to dying this young, I now have a desire to live my life to the fullest and get the most out of it I can. I will no longer be satisfied with staying in my room at the clubhouse all day every day. For now, I won’t get into that with him. Instead, I will read my books and ignore him right back.

  At noon, when they bring in lunch, I mention that the doctor hasn’t been in this morning to see me. The nurse smiles a secret smile and says he is on his way and should pop in within the hour. That was weird. I feel like she knew a secret or something. Maybe she is “doing it” with the doctor.

  Liam uncovers my food, and adds lemon to my iced tea. He has fed me in the past, but it’s not necessary now. I just want him to look at me or speak!

  “Liam, are you mad? Is it because the girls finally came? What is it?”

  “I worry. You know it was their fault for taking you into town. I would have never given permission for that. Now they are talking about college. I worry about them getting you into trouble.” He says. He is not angry, but just kind of sad. He puts a strand of loose hair behind my ear. His touch is what I was craving.

  “Liam, I am eighteen and I can make my own decisions. I need to go to school. You used to say you wanted that for me, too.”

  “I know. Can we not talk about it right now? I am struggling with the thought of you out of my sight. Give me some time.” He looks deep into my eyes, willing me to agree.

  “Ok. Let’s eat this lunch.” I smile.

  He begins using the fork like he will feed me and I stop him.

  “I can do this, thanks,” I say, taking the fork from him.

  He goes back to scowling and sits in his chair. I eat a few minute
s in silence trying to think of what could have changed everything between us.

  Finally, he speaks. “I didn’t let the girls come see you in the beginning when you were in such bad shape. I wanted you to heal before they saw your face. I wanted to make sure you felt up to it also. This hospital is not close to home, so I didn’t want them to waste a long trip.”

  “Oh, ok Liam. Thank you for that. I get it.”

  Lunch is over and I am back to my reading when the doctor walks in. He does his daily exam and asks the same old questions. Liam stands and replaces my gown over the one shoulder and snaps it, making the doctor move out of his way.