(cringe) wallet chains, and of course the amount of ink on them was insane. Full sleeves, neck tattoos, you name it, these guys probably kept the one tattoo parlor here in business. There had to be about 15 of them. I spotted Cade, and by the looks of it he had spotted me a lot earlier, he was wearing sunglasses (fucking bad ass aviators by the way) so I couldn’t gage his expression, but he looked pissed off. I couldn’t handle that right now though, I was too busy trying to deal with the fact 15 men who looked like they could snap me in half without batting an eyelid were swiftly approaching our little group. The men in front of me were too familiar. I began to have trouble breathing, my hands shaking, my vision blurring. Do not faint .
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a concerned voice. “Are you okay Gwen? You look really pale.” Lucy asked looking worried.
Amy interrupted. “She’s fine, just low blood sugar” She lied smoothly. “Rosie where’s your bathroom, I need to primp, all these men approaching.” She continued sounding casual, only I can hear the edge to her voice. I heard Rosie laugh through the roar in my ears, I didn’t pay much notice I was too busy focusing on keeping my breath even.
“Straight inside, through the kitchen at the end of the hall, you can’t miss it.”
I felt Amy pull me along, holding me up. “You’re okay Gwennie, everything is fine I’m here.” She cooed quietly in my ear. “Keep walking we’re almost inside.”
I focused on putting one foot in front of the other and struggled to keep from collapsing. We finally reached a bathroom and I fell to the floor as soon as Amy shut the door.
She sat down beside me, stroking my hair. “It’s okay hunny no one is here to hurt you, just breathe.” She spoke calmly, having dealt with me like this, soon after my accident when I could hardly stand being out in public.
I took long, slow breaths and after a couple of minutes I returned to some kind of normal state.
“I think I’m okay.” I told her shakily.
Amy smiled at me then stood up extending a hand to me, I grasped it unsteadily getting to my feet.
I splashed water on my face, completely ruining my makeup, but who gives a shit?
“I’ll go out make an excuse and we can leave okay Gwennie?”
I grabbed her hand. “No.” I said firmly. “Those girls are really lovely and I will not let some fucked up fear stop us from having a good time and making new friends. He cannot take that away from me.” Tears welled in my eyes but I refused to let them fall.
Amy stared at me a beat then smiled, but it was tainted with sadness. “You are one strong bitch Gwennie.” She whispered proudly.
“No I’m not, I’ve got you.” I smiled sadly back. “Now help me fix myself up so we can go back out there.” I tried to sound strong.
After some quick emergency makeup procedures, Amy and I ventured out into the party. The bikers had dispersed, some drinking beers and lounging on chairs, others laughing with each other with arms wrapped around women. We spotted Rosie, with none other than Cade, who had his arm slung around her shoulder. He had a lovely beautiful woman and was pursuing me? Prick.
“Gwen, Amy!” Rosie yelled, I felt a disturbing amount of male eyes on me. I saw more than a few leather clad men checking Amy out, some old enough to be our fathers. Ew.
“Get your asses over here girls.” Rosie ordered. Amy half dragged me over it to the prick, who still had his arm around Rosie. Lucy was still there, but talking intently to yet another sexy biker, this one tall, with a buzz cut and an awesome goatee, and covered in tats, he was attractive, but had a very dangerous vibe coming off him.
“Gwen you have to give me the recipe for your brownies, the boys fricking LOVE them.” She gushed, and one of the guys turned around from the food table.
“Bitch, those brownies are the fucking shit! I think I’m going to marry you.” He smiled cheekily, he was
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a concerned voice. “Are you okay Gwen? You look really pale.” Lucy asked looking worried.
Amy interrupted. “She’s fine, just low blood sugar” She lied smoothly. “Rosie where’s your bathroom, I need to primp, all these men approaching.” She continued sounding casual, only I can hear the edge to her voice. I heard Rosie laugh through the roar in my ears, I didn’t pay much notice I was too busy focusing on keeping my breath even.
“Straight inside, through the kitchen at the end of the hall, you can’t miss it.”
I felt Amy pull me along, holding me up. “You’re okay Gwennie, everything is fine I’m here.” She cooed quietly in my ear. “Keep walking we’re almost inside.”
I focused on putting one foot in front of the other and struggled to keep from collapsing. We finally reached a bathroom and I fell to the floor as soon as Amy shut the door.
She sat down beside me, stroking my hair. “It’s okay hunny no one is here to hurt you, just breathe.” She spoke calmly, having dealt with me like this, soon after my accident when I could hardly stand being out in public.
I took long, slow breaths and after a couple of minutes I returned to some kind of normal state.
“I think I’m okay.” I told her shakily.
Amy smiled at me then stood up extending a hand to me, I grasped it unsteadily getting to my feet.
I splashed water on my face, completely ruining my makeup, but who gives a shit?
“I’ll go out make an excuse and we can leave okay Gwennie?”
I grabbed her hand. “No.” I said firmly. “Those girls are really lovely and I will not let some fucked up fear stop us from having a good time and making new friends. He cannot take that away from me.” Tears welled in my eyes but I refused to let them fall.
Amy stared at me a beat then smiled, but it was tainted with sadness. “You are one strong bitch Gwennie.” She whispered proudly.
“No I’m not, I’ve got you.” I smiled sadly back. “Now help me fix myself up so we can go back out there.” I tried to sound strong.
After some quick emergency makeup procedures, Amy and I ventured out into the party. The bikers had dispersed, some drinking beers and lounging on chairs, others laughing with each other with arms wrapped around women. We spotted Rosie, with none other than Cade, who had his arm slung around her shoulder. He had a lovely beautiful woman and was pursuing me? Prick.
“Gwen, Amy!” Rosie yelled, I felt a disturbing amount of male eyes on me. I saw more than a few leather clad men checking Amy out, some old enough to be our fathers. Ew.
“Get your asses over here girls.” Rosie ordered. Amy half dragged me over it to the prick, who still had his arm around Rosie. Lucy was still there, but talking intently to yet another sexy biker, this one tall, with a buzz cut and an awesome goatee, and covered in tats, he was attractive, but had a very dangerous vibe coming off him.
“Gwen you have to give me the recipe for your brownies, the boys fricking LOVE them.” She gushed, and one of the guys turned around from the food table.
“Bitch, those brownies are the fucking shit! I think I’m going to marry you.” He smiled cheekily, he was
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