The Biker's Good Nurse: Savage Wheels MC

002

Until I entered my room, I didn't realise my stepmum was trailing behind me. I was about to shut the door when her palm pushed it back, sending me staggering backwards, and she barged in, her face contorted.

“Mum!”

“I'm not your mum!!” she snapped, her eyes widened in fury. “You wanna kill me the same way you killed your mum? I won't let that happen, so you either marry that man in exchange for your father's debts, or you pack out of this house,” she warned, pointing her fingers at me.

Now I understood what was going on. They wanted to give me out in exchange for my dad's debt.

What business do I have with the debt?

“I could begin working again and help dad clear his debt…” I said to her, politely enough to calm her down. Not like I loved the idea of working my ass out for someone, but it was better than being married off to that old fat hag. “How much is Dad owing?”

She laughed at me, shaking her head. “You must think it's chicken money. How long will it take to work and pay back the 2.4 million dollars that your dad couldn't pay due to a business disaster? Well, maybe I should just get it straight to you that it's the major reason you were brought back, to fill the space if such happens…and you're needed now.”

Being punched was better than this. I had never felt so abandoned as now.

How was I getting to know this? They brought me back in advance of dishing me out?

No way!

“Dad couldn't do that to his daughter.”

“Your dad doesn't give a damn about you. Why should he care for someone who killed his late wife? Do you know how long it took me to make your dad move on from your mum?” she scoffed and exhaled. “Make your choice now…”

I shook my head, "That's quite a huge amount of money. Even if I worked for the next hundred years, I wouldn't pay it up, because I would also need money for myself too, and my salary is peanuts compared to that amount.” I explained frankly, because I didn't expect to hear such an amount.

How could Dad borrow such an amount and let it all yield nothing? I was nothing to him, so he should fend for himself.

“And, I didn't kill my mum—”

“Shut the f**k up!” she snarled at me, her expression chiseled. “Since you chose not to get married to him, we can't keep feeding and housing you. Pick up the things you came here with and leave before sunrise. Failure to do that, you wouldn't like what follows.”

“I must speak to my dad first….

“No need! I'm listening to everything, so just pack and leave this town entirely so I can look for alternatives,” Dad said, and I began hearing his footsteps fading slowly.

My stepmum found fun in watching me look so perplexed. Was that really my dad? How could someone detest their daughter to this extent?

“You have a few hours left,” she added and made her way out too, and I stood there like all hope was drained from me, staring at the door as it shut with a thud before me.

My legs became so weak, but I refused to crumble. I was doing well after my uncle's death, and he showed up and took me. I could have fended for myself so well with my job if I were still there, but he made me believe I didn't need to hustle so hard as a child.

I was a nursing assistant, and I was looking forward to studying further to be certified. That was the only thing my uncle could give me, and I was so grateful. He never got married, because he didn't want me abandoned when my dad did, and I hated that he did not get to reap the fruit of his labor.

One mistake I made at his funeral was not fighting to see his corpse for the last time, even though I tried my best, but wasn't allowed to, because they claimed I was still a child to witness such. The last time I saw him was at the hospital when he was being wheeled away on the hospital stretcher.

I began packing up my things, because I couldn't start what I wouldn't be able to finish. Helping to pay the debt was a huge one, and marrying that stranger was the hardest.

Once I had picked up the things I came with, as my stepmum said, I walked down to the sitting room, and there they were all seated, chatting and eating the fruits I'd gotten from the supermarket.

“Dad, I'm leaving,” I said, but the man didn't even glance at me, and neither did my stepmum. The only one who turned around and his smiles turned sour was the last child of my stepmum. He had that look which was heavy and showed a lot going on in his mind, but the fear of his mum wouldn't let him speak.

Amongst all my stepsiblings, he was the only one friendly with me, and was still in high school.

Since no one gave a damn, I walked away, with my shoulders high and my expression not showing any pain over what I was doing. They didn't call me back, and I didn't glance at them either, until I crossed the main gate.

I walked down the street and put up a phone call to my boyfriend, the one I thought would accommodate me, and he picked up on the first ring.

“Babe, are you okay?” he asked, and I just breathed out.

“Uhm…” I licked my lips, struggling to get the words out of my mouth. “Do you mind accommodating me for the rest of this week? I will explain in detail when I show up.”

He went silent for seconds, and then responded, “Unfortunately, my family visited, and…

The call went dead, causing my heart to skip a beat.

I redialed his contact, and never reached him anymore, so I guessed his cell phone must have gone dead.

“Who else?” I thought to myself as I entered the bus stop and sat down.

The other person left for me now was Remy, but I wasn't sure if this would work out.

Deacon never told me about his family visiting, so they must have come urgently, and it wouldn't be good if I stayed with them when I was just a girlfriend.

I called Remy, my heart throbbing. She lived in the club base with her dad and the other bikers, and I wasn't friendly with all that gang stuff, so I wasn't sure how it would be, staying there, and if she would even accept.

There was a little money in my account, which could rent a room and feed me for at least three months, and I believed I would get funded by my salary before the money was gone, as I'd start submitting applications to hospitals tonight.

“Babes, you good?” She sounded so happy.

I gulped and shrugged, “Not so good!”

“Huh?”

“I got kicked out…”

“What?” she yelled from the other end, that I almost went deaf. “How? Why?”

“A long story, and I'm stranded on where to stay right now,” I said gently, my palm sweating up from the nervousness.

She sighed out loud, “Oh my God! This is against the club rule, but I don't mind breaking it for you, even if my dad's gonna punish me. Hang on, I'll come take you from there in a taxi. Send me the bus stop you are at.”

A heavy breath left my throat and I moistened my lips, “Yeah, I will do that right now.” I assured her and hung up.