Bab 3: Kicked To The Curb (Lola)
(Lola)
When I next opened my eyes, I was alone. Light was still streaming through a crack in the curtains, yet something told me I had been asleep for more than a few hours. I try to sit up but instantly regret it when a throbbing pain envelops my skull, making it almost impossible to lift my head from the pillow. I felt like I might vomit.
Thankfully, I spotted a bottle of water on the side of the bed and some more painkillers. Careful not to cause myself too much pain, I slip the pills onto my tongue and drain the bottle. Then, I close my eyes again, waiting for the drugs to kick in.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the door was kicked open, Sam entering the room carrying a heavy suitcase and duffle bag. I frown.
“Awh, you’re awake finally. How are you feeling?” Sam asks, scanning my face as if searching for any hint of discomfort.
“I’m fine,” I shrug off, managing to sit up without the world spinning thanks to the drugs. “What’s all this?” I consider pointing to the bags he had dumped on the floor. Sam didn’t answer straight away, instead averting his gaze and scratching the back of his neck as If he was nervous. “Sam?” I press, shoving the covers off me. The only thing covering my modesty was his long black Slipknot T-Shirt. Sam seemed to notice the same time I did, his eyes trailing up my bare legs before finally meeting my eyes.
“You’re moving out,” Sam declares, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that told me it wasn’t up for discussion. I laugh bitterly.
“And where exactly do you plan for me to go?” I challenge, meeting his gaze with excel stubbornness.
“I’ve spoken with Anna; you can move in with her and her new family,” Sam suggests, wrinkling up his nose as if the idea of our mothers new family disgusted him.
“Like hell I am!” I fume, stomping out of bed toward the bags, which on closer inspection, already contained my clothes and other personal items. Fucker. I rush over, ready to empty to content all over his floor if I have to. But Sam’s hand catches my wrist, stopping me, his grip like iron shackles. I dare a glaze up, seeing the same look in his eyes he had given our father only yesterday. Sam was pissed.
“You’ll do what I tell you,” He warned, his voice so dangerously calm it was frightening, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin.
“You have no right. Daddy will never agree to it,” I snap back, stomping my feet and refusing to back down, despite knowing exactly what my brother was capable of. A crawl smile spread across Sam’s features, his grip almost painfully.
“Dean no longer gets to decide what’s best for you. He lost that right when he tried to stick his dick in his sixteen-year-old daughter,” Sam countered. I didn’t dare let myself flinch back from his harsh words. It had been a mistake, nothing more.
“Callum is the oldest, and he gets to decide,” I debate.
“Callum agrees with me. He never wanted you to get mixed up in this life. It’s no life for a little girl,” Sam spits back, making my heart sink just a little more.
“I won’t stay with mum, not after everything she did. You can’t make me,” I object, tears threatening to trickle down my cheeks.
“I’m not giving you a choice, little sister,” Sam baits, his face only inches from mine. His pine-green eyes were hard and unwavering as they stared into mine.
“Unless you’re planning on chaining me to the goddam walls, there is nothing you can do to stop me from coming home,” I promise, my voice more convincing than I felt.
But the truth was no matter where they sent me; I would come back. This was my home; my life and school were here. I wasn’t going to accept any other reality, to live in a world away from my brothers simply because Daddy had drunkenly mistaken me for mum. I’d be careful to make sure it never happened again. Hell, I’d even dye my hair blue.
Sam leaned into me so close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t tempt me,” Sam breathed, his voice little more than a breath of hot air against my skin. I melt. My body becoming loose and tight all at the same time as Sam’s nose grazes my neck. I had no words, couldn’t think beyond his closeness.
Then suddenly, he pulled away, leaving me feeling cold and lonely. “You have an hour,” Sam declares without looking back.
Two hours later, Sam had shoved me into the passenger side of the old pickup truck, kicking and screaming, while the entirety of Eagle Wing clubhouse watched, practically crying with laughter.
I had managed to escape the truck twice before Sam could so much as move off the property. Then, when he had tried to retrieve me, I’d fort him—managing to land a few good punches to his chest and jaw before he’d tackled me to the gravel path. Making small scratches on my elbow and a hole in my jeans, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Sam had been forced to tie my hand and ankles together to stop me from punching and kicking him while he drove. But had not been smart enough to gag me. In the four hours it took to drive to our mother’s house. I had shouted so much abuse at him that I was surprised he hadn’t lashed out.
Sam had only replied sarcastically and eventually ignored me altogether with the radio on max volume.
‘Mum’ the woman who had abandoned her three young children to run off with another man. Had upgraded it seemed since leaving us 15 years ago. Now living in a virtual mansion in the countryside, her husband, Chris, was the CEO of some company I didn’t bother to remember.
Sam didn’t so much as look in Anna’s direction when we parked up; he’d just chucked my bags on the driveway, me included and driving off.
I had run after the truck screaming “I hate you!” over and over again until he disappeared into the distance; my voice cracked and dried from so much shouting. Then, when he was gone, I’d fallen to my knees, sobbing harder than I had in my entire life as my world was ripped out from under me.
It had been one of the household Nanny’s that had finally come to take me back inside. My mother watched me from the balcony above, with a glass of wine in hand. She looked as frilled to see me as a dead cat. Chris and their children were thankfully nowhere to be seen.
I had lasted six hours in the house with its private tennis courts, pool and summer house before I’d escaped over the garden fence, taking with me only the bare essentials in a backpack. I had walked long into the night until I’d managed to hitch a ride into the closest town. From there, I took a bus and had to wait till 6 am for the next train home. I had walked from the station, my feet blistered and aching.
Sam, who had been smoking a joint out the front of the Clubhouse. He took one look at me, seeming completely unfazed by my presents, then grabbed the keys to his Harley and drove me right back. At that point, I had been too tired to argue with him. But, just before he took off back to the Clubhouse, he smirked. “I’m surprised it took you so long,” then he’d drove off just like that. Bastard.
I only had the energy to flash him the middle finger before crashing into bed, not bothering to remove my shoes or jacket.
Four days later, I made my second escape, only this time I had hot-wired Chris’s least expensive car, a Mercedes Benz. Living with criminals had taught me enough about stealing cars and driving without a licence to not get caught. Sam had almost looked impressed this time and had even allowed me to stay for an hour before he’d pushed me into the passenger seat of the Mercedes to drive me back to mums. While Ace and his flavour of the month drove their bikes behind us. Chris had not been too pleased about the car, but I fluttered my eyelids at him and reminded him they hadn’t told me I couldn’t ‘borrow it.’
Soon a month flew by in pretty much the same way. I would make my way to the Clubhouse only for Sam to kick me to the curb once more. Mum and her family barely bothered to interact with me beyond polite conversation.
After the summer had come and gone, Anna forced me to join a new school, some fancy pants private place where they charged admission, and you had to wear some ugly arse uniform. I hate hated it. I was kicked out after four weeks for setting some bitches hair on fire. It would have been sooner, but Chris was a substantial benefactor to the school. It was amazing they didn’t press charges. Though I’m sure Chris paid for that as well.
After that, I was forced into another school starting Monday. Oh, the joys. Nine months passed, with me moving from school to school and ending up trashing their house during multiple parties, Mum had finally kicked me out. I had felt victorious at the time when Sam had come to finally take me home. My brother, on the other hand, had been pissed. We had fort tooth and nail after I returned for days. I didn’t know when he’d suddenly become responsible and take ownership over my life. Callum was more than happy to let him and daddy; I had no clue where he stood in all this. I hadn’t seen him since that day nine months ago. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.
But that wasn’t even the worst part. They had given my room away to some Rooky, forcing me to share. It hurt worse than if he had just punched me in the face.
For the past nine months, I had been trying so hard to come home that now I was here, I wasn’t sure I belonged anymore. My brothers and the Eagles Wing didn’t want me. My mum didn’t want me. So I wasn’t sure where to go from here.
So when Sam declared he’d gotten me an apartment in the city, I hadn’t argued.
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