A Biker’s Love

Chapter 14

Rachel's POV

"Rachel are you alright? You've made up to five trips to the restroom under an hour." Pecos asked me, staring scrutinizingly as I wiped my mouth with a paper towel and tossed in in the trash. He has been in my ear ever since the bouts of retch started. He would hand me the paper towel I used to wipe my mouth and bombard me with worried questions afterwards.

I looked up at him and offered a weak smile to which he rolled his eyes.

“I’m guessing food poisoning. Maybe I'll go see the town doctor later. I'll take an excuse from Brent." I said and he nodded, satisfied that I'd be getting medical help. He smiled at me and kissed the back of my palm before moving to the other side of the bar to attend to the other bar girls.

I sighed, making my way to the office area. I went into the lounge room and plopped down on the chair tiredly. I have been feeling really tired and exhausted lately for reasons I didn’t even know. The morning fatigue was the worst part of it all. My body would get so stiff and tired that I wouldn’t want to get out of bed for the next 7 years.

"Hey you okay? I noticed you weren't helping out in the main bar." I heard someone ask and I looked up to find Brent towering over me. Talk of the devil.

"Hey I was going to see you just now. Could I take the rest of the day off… I don't feel so good." I asked and he hummed but nodded.

"Okay. Go see a doctor and get yourself some treatment. Do you need me to drive you?" He offered and I declined telling him I could get my dad to do that since it was rush hour. He smiles and leaves me in the room.

I leaned back on the chair resting my head on the head rest and my eyes closed on its own accord. My mind wandered off to Drew and I sighed. He told me he couldn't see me as a result of one stupid dare between him and Wolfe. He said it was for two weeks. This was the second week though so we should be able to meet up by the end of this week. I hated to admit but I missed the hard headed alpha male who managed to steal my heart and he still didn’t know.

I left the lounge area, going to the locker room to get my phone. I sent a quick text to my dad and he replied almost immediately saying he'll be at the bar in five. I gathered my stuffs and made my way towards the entrance. I said goodbye to Pecos by kissing his cheek and I felt eyes boring into my skull from the back of my head. I turned around to see Drew and his gang with him. My lips curved into a faint smile that he doesn't reply. His friends pushed him to move and he took one last glance at me and Pecos before looking straight ahead.

'Stupid cowardly fucker.' I scoffed, leaving the bar.

"Hey daddy." I greeted as I climbed into the passenger's side.

"Hey love. Where to?" He asked as he started the car and reversed out of the lot.

"The hospital." I said and he spared a glance my way.

"Huh you okay?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah I have an appointment with Doctor Schneider today." I lied through my teeth and he hummed, driving in the direction of the hospital.

My mind traveled round and round, harboring different thoughts in its bored state till one hit me hard and made my chest hammer in its rib cage.

"Oh shit." I blurted out and my dad looked in my direction for a brief moment and turned his attention back to the road. I went to my Calendar app and checked the date. I was three days late and I was never late.

"Dad could you turn around?"

"Sure. To where?" He asked. "The department store." I said and he took the next turn, driving in that direction.

I literally ran into the store heading straight to the ladies section. I grabbed a bunch of pregnancy kit, picking different brands and taking it all to the counter. The lady at the counter looked at me knowingly and smiled and I trumped the urge to roll my eyes but instead smiled back. I paid for the items and asked for a black nylon instead of a transparent one so my dad wouldn’t get suspicious.

"Please take me home." I asked as I got back into the passengers seat.

"Home? You’re no longer going to see the doctor? Did something happen in there? At work? With Drew? Are you alright?" My dad asked worriedly making me chuckle.

"I'm fine dad. I just don't feel great. I think I need to rest." I explained and he started the car.

"So what'd you get?" He asked and my heart skipped a beat.

I cleared my throat before answering "Nothing, really. Just a bunch of girls stuff,” I said and he nodded but doesn't question me further.

My dad dropped me off at the house before driving off to work stating he'll see me in the evening when he got back. Even better. I needed the house to be empty right now. I went in and grabbed a bottle of water gulping its content to help me pee. It was stated on the pack that I needed to pee for the test and I had seen all these movies where the women did that. I went up to my room and dropped my bag on my bed picking up the kits I got and going into the bathroom. I took out two different brands, reading the instructions. Both instructions were similar though. Pee on the stick and wait a few minutes.

"Okay… Here we go." I said to myself and held the stick inside the toilet and when I felt like I'd gotten enough pee on them, I take them out and place the on the counter. I emptied my bladder and flushed the toilet, washing my hands after. I wait for the few minutes, my heart hammering hard in my chest. My stop watch rang when the time was up and I picked up the first kit.

My heart dropped into the pit that was my stomach as I saw the Not pregnant lines. Tears pooled in my eyes from disappointment. I guess I wanted to be pregnant. To carry his child.

I picked up the second and I noticed a faint line. I ruby my eyes and took a look at it again and I saw the faint line clearly stating I was pregnant. I looked at the instruction paper and it explained that faint lines meant early stages of pregnancy. But I still needed to get a test done in the hospital.

"Oh s**t. I'm pregnant." I whispered to myself not quite believing it.

I sat on the toilet cover staring blankly at the wall in front of me. I didn’t even know if I was still breathing but considering the fact that I was alive then I am. I couldn’t ask myself how it happened. I knew fully how and when it happened.

"Oh God what am I going to do?" I groaned rubbing my hands on my face to push back the tears. I couldn’t break down right now. I couldn’t be an emotional mess. It wasn’t good for me or for the baby. The baby.

Saying the words out loud wasn’t something I could get myself to do. It still felt so surreal. To think I was carrying another life inside of me. To think I was carrying little Drew within me made a rush of emotions clog my throat.

I cleared out the toilet, throwing away the packs of the pregnancy kit and taking the test with me. I went into my room and plopped down on my bed rolling over to my side. My mind wandered off to Drew. How do I break the news to him? He wasn't okay with us sleeping together. He definitely wouldn't be okay with me being pregnant with his child. The thought of him rejecting my child stung and I'd rather go away before he rejects the baby.

"Honey I'm home! I bought chinese take outs." I heard my dad shout from the living area and my brows scrunched up in confusion. I checked the time to see it was past 7 meaning I've been home for about three hours. Felt like minutes to me.

"I'll be down soon!" I yell back and took a quick shower, throwing on some pj's afterwards. I got to the kitchen to see the table already set. I looked at the bowl of soup in front of me and my mouth watered but one spoon and it was a different story in my stomach. I pushed my chair back and ran to the restroom closest to the kitchen. I bent over the toilet rim, puking my guts out. I groaned, sitting back after dry heaving. My dad helped me up after flushing the toilet. I rinsed my mouth before going back to the dinner table and thankfully I find that the bowls have been cleared away.

"So you ready to tell me what's going on with you?" He started and I looked up.

"Dad I'm… pregnant." I said and the expression on his face is one I don't think I would ever forget in my life.

Drew's POV

I found myself in front of an old abandoned dirty house surrounded by grasses. My feet moved on its own towards the front door and I climbed the few steps to the door. I go to knock but the door creaked open. I stepped in cautiously and come into a large living area with beautiful chandeliers hung high up in the ceiling. I see double stairs in front of me and wonder if I'm supposed to go up when I hear it. The faint shrill cry of a baby resounding in my ears. I ran up the stairs following the cry and stopped in front of the door. I pushed the door open to find a woman hunched over the crib cooing at the baby but it does little to stop the infant from crying. I took two steps forward when the woman suddenly whipped around and I come face to face with Rachel. She has a crazed look in her blood shot eyes as she points a knife at me, screaming just one thing repeatedly.

"Stay away. Stay away from my baby." She cried frantically. I go to comfort her when she lunged at me.

I sat up quickly in my bed, the action not the best for my pounding head. My hand went up to my head reflexively as if to reduce the head ache when I felt the dripping moisture on my forehead. I threw my legs over the bed and put on my soft flip-flops. I wiped my forehead with my gym towel and looked at the clock on the wall.

"What the… Its just 5!" I groaned to myself and go down the stairs to kitchen. I poured myself two glasses of water, taking two bottles with me down to the gym in the basement. I hit the treadmill trying to run out my frustrations.

I'd been having an uneasy feeling about Rachel and I that won't just go away and now the baby dream. I think I'm going crazy. That can’t happen. It can’t be possible. We used protection and it was the best in town. I texted her everyday to find out how she was doing and she has been replying that was until yesterday. I called her number and it went to voice mail. I still have one more day left in my dare but f**k it, that dare became nullified the moment I didn't get the usual reply from Rachel. She was probably pissed and I wouldn't blame her. I was making her suffer all because of one stupid dare and my stupid guy pride. All that s**t ends today.

I ran faster on the treadmill ignoring the sweat dripping from my face. I then slowed down to a walk before getting off. I took one look at the punching bag and turned to weight lifting. Throwing punches in this moment will be the worst decision. The last time I took out my frustrations on the bag, it flew off the chain. I lifted weights of different sizes going higher in kilograms till I reached my limit before I stop. I sat up and wiped my face with a clean towel throwing it back to the floor. I picked up one water bottle twisting the cap and downing its content in one go. I sighed and stretched out my sore muscles. At least the work out helped calm me a little.

I left the basement and went up to the kitchen to find everyone up and about. The boys were sitting at the table having breakfast. Geneva was at the counter wiping what looked already clean. I chuckled making them all look at me.

"Whats funny?" Geneva asked and I walked up to her, hugging her from behind.

"Nothing Neva." I kissed her cheek and it turned slightly red as she pushed me away.

"You stink. Go take a shower." She scoffed.

"Right after breakfast." I said and sat at the head of the table which was my place.

"Boys who's going to get the groceries for this month. I already wrote out a list." Geneva asked, bringing out a folded piece of paper from her apron.

"Not me. I have a full day at the clinic. Two new patients are coming in today." Javier said.

"Today is usually hectic at the bar. I'll be tired when I get out." Brent chipped in.

"Not me!" Hayden started "I have detention." He blurted out and all eyes turned to him including mine.

"Detention now huh? We'll talk about this." I said not so nicely and I didn’t miss the swallow movement in his throat.

"I'll go Neva. Since its on the way to the lounge." I offered and she smiled, rubbing my head.

"Thanks baby boy." She said putting a plate of toast, eggs and bacon in front of me.

"Drew, where were you? I passed by your room on my way down but your bed was empty." Javier spoke up.

"I was in the gym. Had a nightmare. Couldn't sleep." I said. “Why? Any problem?” Asked and the room goes silent, all eyes focused on Brent.

"What? Is there something I need to know?Brent?" I looked round the room my eyes stopping on Brent.

"Uhm... Rachel hasn't shown up to work in a week,” he said scratching his head.

My blood went cold and I remained deathly still. "And you think this is the best f*****g time to tell me about this?" I asked in a deathly calm voice.

"I thought you knew bro. I swear on mum. But hearing that you had a nightmare and you being in the gym. I figured you guys were having issues. Everything alright?" He asked.

I laughed hysterically. "Everything alright, everything alright?! Everything is damn fine. It's fine that Rachel hasn't been to work in a week and I'm just hearing about this. Its fine that I agreed to a stupid dare that stopped me from seeing her everyday. f**k this,” I pushed my chair back and stormed out of the room. I didn’t know why I was so angry but I attributed it to the uneasy feeling that I'd been dealing with. I took the fastest shower ever with a time span of five minutes. I put on the first clothes my hand touched and rushed out of the room not bothering to dry my hair.

I grabbed my keys from the bowl and my bikers jacket. I got on my bike and sped off to Rachel's house. I got there in record time—less than 10 minutes— and parked my bike in front of the house. I walked up to the front door and landed three knocks but no reply. I called out her name over and over again but no response. I called her number repeatedly but it went to voicemail every time. I kicked the empty jerrycan on the porch in frustration.

After a few more minutes with no reply, I got on my bike enroute to the sheriff's office. I needed answers and if Rachel wasn’t here to give them to me, then I would make sure I got them elsewhere. Even though the police station was the last place I wanted to be.

I parked in the lot, hanging my helmet on one of the bike handles. The officers looked at me suspiciously. I guessed they were thinking I came to turn myself in. Well not today folks, I didn't kill nobody. I wouldn't be surprised if I came out to find them swabbing my bike for lab testing.

"Good morning Mr Callaghan. How may I help you? Here to turn yourself in I hope?" The officer at the front desk smirked at me.

"Not today officer. Sorry to disappoint you officer… Wales." I read off his name tag.

"I'm here to see Mr Davies. I need answers and I guess he's the only who could give them to me right now." I said.

"He's not in right now but I guess he knew you'd come. He asked to give you this,” he handed me an envelope and I took it from him. On the back it said 'make sure you're seated before opening this. Xoxo'

I put the letter in the inner pocket of my bikers jacket and rode off to the lounge. I went straight to my office ignoring the greetings and locked the door to avoid any disturbance. I sat behind my desk and bring out the envelope. I opened it to reveal a green letter. I unfolded it and began digesting it’s content.

Dear Drew,

I know you were expecting to see me so this letter would've been a surprise to you. Sorry about that. I guess I have to thank your friends for daring you which kept you away from me long enough for me to plan all of this.

This is just a simple goodbye letter. I'm bad with words obviously but I just want you to live a good life. Do not look for me, move on as this is for the best. I had to leave as I could bear your rejection but I couldn't let you reject it. I love you Drew forever and always.

Love Rachel.

Reject it? Reject what?! Our love? I love her too. Oh my God! I love her too… so much. But I didn't tell her and now she’s gone. She can’t leave me. Rachel can’t leave me. I'll die.

I picked up my phone and dialed her number. It went to voicemail as usual but this time I leave her a couple of frantic messages all ending with 'Please come back, I love you.'