The taste of metal swirls inside my mouth, my lips feel dry and cracked as I attempt to move them with strong resistance. How long has my mouth been dry like this?
My entire being lay limp as wave after powerful pain wave crashed over me, the sound of my heart beating wildly in my ears as my head throbbed, what had happened to render me this incapable of moving?... Darkness consumes me once more.
The smell of copper invaded my senses and one eye flutters open, the other would not budge and felt as though it had been glued shut. Unimaginable pain, once again, plagued my body and I groaned every time I moved... not me moving... Something moved me? I slowly turned my head and through the fuzzy haze, I see a large dark figure above me.
“Shh, it’s okay, I got you.” The blurry, dark figure speaks but this time, I feel my eye closing, darkness, the familiar and only friend I have now, pulls me under and once again, I fall into the black hole of nothingness.
The wind whipped past me, slashing like pins and needles at my face, fuck, it is freezing. The night had been clear and the stars shone brightly in the sky, as the moon illuminated the bitumen. I should have been wearing my bandana across my face or something to at least stop the bitter sting of the cold.
Heading back to the compound after spending a week with my son, I travelled silently, lost deep within my inner musings, the rumble of my Harley, mere background music to my consequential thoughts. His bitch of a mother cut our time - again - all because she wanted to get back to her new husband and her other family with the excuse of his younger siblings needing to spend time with him too.
He attended the boarding school, she had chosen for him - which I paid for. You would think I would be allowed to spend the full two weeks I had been allotted with him? She had to always make everything as difficult as possible.
I had made sure to inform her - in front of him - that the moment he turned sixteen, he was legally allowed to come live with me and she could do nothing to stop it. This, she was not happy about, good… that bitch had always had it way too easy with my boy Leighton. He had been kept as far away from me as possible, for way too long. I could see this time how badly he wants to live with his old man and that’s exactly what I wanted too, more than just a phone call every few days.
His mother fell pregnant with him when we were fifteen years old, we had been going out for about two weeks and things got out of hand, trust me, Leighton’s surprise arrival taught me how wrapping your tool is more important than you realise and since then, making sure no one else got pregnant has been a priority. I love my boy but being fifteen, homeless and a father was not easy.
Something rather solid caught my attention and I came to a stop in front of, what looked like a body, lying in the middle of the road. A car with the driver’s door open and the headlights on a few metres up, seemed more than suspicious to me.
I pulled my bike to the side, positioning the light on the pile in front and I walked over to investigate. Rolling the body over, I noticed how badly the young woman had been beaten. Checking her pulse, I was relieved when I felt it still beating and her skin still warm. It must have happened not so long ago because the blood that dripped from her open wounds looked fresh and not dried and the blood that soaked her tattered clothing had not been there long enough to stain.
I pulled my phone from my satchel, on my bike, dialling the charters President as I walked to the car, hoping my intuition was correct and this indeed, belonged to the young woman lying half dead on the road.
“Hey Prez, it’s Trigger, I got a problem… can you send Brutus with the truck? I’m about 20 minutes from the compound, along Highway 94.”
I gathered the bags from the back seat, switching off the motor, locking the car up and headed back to her, pocketing her keys. As I waited for Brutus to show up, I called our compound Doctor to be ready the moment we arrived, she was going to need him.
Her wrists were heavily bruised from what I could see, there were large scrapes up the side of her body, cuts and slashes underneath the torn scraps of material that covered her now shaking body. She lay in a pool of blood - the red liquid still dripped continuously from her nose. She was in a bad way.
I pulled my sleeping bag that was rolled up in the cylinder canister, from the back of my bike and covered her rapidly cooling form. The loss of blood and the temperature tonight not helping her in her predicament, thank fuck, I came along when I did.
I heard the unmistakable sound of bikes hurtling toward us at lightning speed. Brutus comes to a screeching stop with two prospects beside him, he looks at me with a questioning face.
“Don’t look at me like that, fucker, this was not me - I just found her like this,” I growled out.
“Did I fucken say anything?” He retorts, then turns to the prospects, “grab the bike and put it on the tray,” he orders them and they move without hesitation. Prospects were judged on how well they followed orders and these two seemed desperate to become fully patched and accepted.
“Did you see anything suspicious on your way here?” Brutus looks at me with narrowed eyes.
“No, pick her up, you’ll have to hold her until we get back.” I nod in understanding and collected her as gently as possible from the ground. A silver Dan Wesson 2.5' revolver falls to the floor as I lifted her into my arms, Brutus and I locked eyes in concern as he collects the gun, I can only imagine what this poor thing has been through and how badly damaged she is. The sooner the Doc takes a look at her the better.
She appeared as though she was trying to crawl her way into consciousness, “Shh, it’s okay, I got you.” I had no idea why had felt the need to comfort her? But I did.
“You got a good hold of her?” Brutus asked as the tray is locked into place, carrying my bike.
“Yeah, just get her to the compound - she’s losing a lot of blood.”
The Doctor comes out of my room and heads towards us in the kitchen. The club President, Deon, sat with me at the table. He was a bulky man, all muscle, with brown eyes and long brown hair that he kept in a ponytail down his back. He was covered head to toe in tattoos and sported a full-faced, light brown beard.
Brutus deposited hot mugs of black coffee in front of us; he was a lot shorter than Prez and I, with blond hair and blue eyes but the best thing about him was his fuck off, killer eighties porn moustache. I had known both of them since I was seventeen and both of them were my brothers.
“What’s the diagnosis Doc?” Brutus questioned.
The Doctor was an older man, in his late sixties with grey hair and big bushy eyebrows, he was a portly man - very round in the middle but he was worth his weight and had patched us up more times than I can remember. Always paid handsomely, of course, which kept his pockets fat and his mouth shut.
“Trigger, it’s lucky you found her when you did. She’s been beaten badly, looks like an attempted rape, not successful, there are no signs of forced penetration but the bruising around her hips and inner thighs, indicate someone definitely tried. She’s got three broken ribs, left side, they will take a couple of weeks to heal completely, she has an infection on her wrists where she has been bound. I left the antibiotics and pain medication, on the table beside her. I’ve stitched up the open lacerations along her side and back, it looks as though she was thrashed with something harder and more severe than a whip and I’ve set her nose back into place, as it was broken. She will be confined to bed rest for a couple of weeks, I’ll be back tomorrow to check on her but please, call me when she wakes or anytime you feel she needs it.”
I stand and shake his hand before pushing the envelope of two thousand dollars tucked inside, towards him and go to move to the door.
“Trigger, you don’t know her, you don’t owe her anything, are you sure you want to keep her here and not take her to the hospital?” Prez asks me with obvious concern.
“The guns been fired, five times to be exact - she may be more trouble than she’s worth?” Brutus offered.
I shrugged, truth was, I don’t know this woman or owe her anything, maybe it’s because I’m a father and she’s all alone and needs help? But I wanted to care for her. “Call it, my good karma for the year.” Prez nodded in understanding and I turned and entered my room.
The Doc had cleaned her up, she looked pretty while she slept, the amount of bandages around her body reminded me of a mummy, I couldn’t help but chuckle idiotically. I made up the bed on my pull out sofa, in my room - being the Vice President of The Road Warriors MC, comes with certain perks, including a massive room, walk-in bath and robe, my own kitchenette and fridge, couches and an 80-inch flat screen on the wall.
I headed for the bathroom to shower and get changed, it had been a long night and I was tired and ready for this day to end, she needed her rest just as much as I did.
Slipping under the covers, I fell fast asleep.
It had been three days and she was still fast asleep, the Doc said if she hasn’t woken by this afternoon that he will take her to the hospital. I sighed heavily as I exited the bathroom, slipping on my jeans, then sitting on the end of my bed to slide on my socks.
“Who are you?” The sweet voice startled me and my body jerks in surprise, flinging my sock like a slingshot, to the other side of the room.
“You’re awake?” I replied, a little more shocked than I meant to sound.
“I am,” she croaks, looking around. “Where am I?” I take a moment to analyse her.
She watches me through stunning green eyes, well eye - the other one is still swollen shut. Her frame was not tiny but elegant and feminine, she had a rather heavy and full chest that seemed to be poking through the thin gown but she hadn’t noticed, I found myself cursing the fact that the blankets covered her bottom half. Her straight auburn hair framed her face and - at a guess - I'd say stopped about halfway down her back. I had a feeling that when her swelling had gone, she was actually quite breathtaking.
“You’re in my room,” I finally replied to which she smiled.
“I can see that,” she slightly chuckled, “you’re him, aren’t you?”
“The one who… moved me?” She questioned herself like, ‘was that the right word’ kind of a face, “I’ve been hearing your voice in my dreams.”
“The Doctor thought it would help you to wake up...” I turned to face her more, not realising I had no shirt on, “so I’ve been talking to you.”
Her eye swept nervously over my naked upper half, then grew wide and she looked at her hands shamefully. I quickly moved to grab my shirt and my cut, throwing them both on in a panicked fluster, “so? What’s your name?” Her question humoured me.