Don't leave me.
1025 Words
I reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the door as she struggled to keep up the pace.
The second I stepped out of the bar, just before the door closed shut behind me, I could hear what sounded like the bartender cursing under his breath and hitting the counter.
I wouldn't say for sure that was what he did, but I could say it sure sounded like it.
"Where are you dropping off?" I looked down at the woman who was still failing to keep her balance as I led her to my bike.
"My place." She said as I let go of her hand and readied my bike, sitting down and waiting for her to get on behind me.
But she didn't – instead she walked up to me and tried to get on in front of me.
I shifted back a little, giving her some space as she still struggled to get on, so I reached down and grabbed her thigh, my fingers sunk in slightly as though I was holding dough and brought her leg over to the other side.
Anthony was right, she was a curvy woman.
She reached out and took my helmet which was the only one I had on me and placed it on her own head. I helped her strap it on because she kept hitting it against my chin everytime she tried to adjust it.
"Let's go." She said as she reached out and held the handles of the bike.
I sighed, wondering why I even had the urge to save her from whatever fate the bartender was planning for her.
Reaching out for the bike handles, I placed my hands on top of hers and roared the bike to life with my foot.
I heard her whimper at the sound and could feel her hand clench the bike harder. I then grabbed her handbag from the ground next to the bike and tucked it between us before pushing the bike forward as it began to move.
For a woman who was so determined to sit in the front, she began to hold on so tightly as though she would fall off at any given moment.
Well, she wasn't going to considering I caged her in on both ends, even her hips that were tucked well into mine were not going anywhere as I made sure to secure them, so she wouldn't move too much.
Regardless, for a woman who was shivering from fear, she didn't panic and try to drive me off course. So I increased the speed a little as she directed me on where to go.
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After what felt like an hour of driving only because she kept making me drive in circles, we finally got to her house.
She insisted it was hers.
So I helped her off and steadied her hips when she nearly fell off. She removed my helmet from her head and handed it to me, while still trying to maintain her balance.
"Keep the change." She said as she handed me nothing and walked over to the door of the house she claimed was hers with one of her shoes in her hand.
I watched as she walked to the door and tried to open it, only to notice it was locked and began to jiggle the handle.
I start the bike, ready to leave when I stop as I notice her bag was still with me. She clearly wasn't going to take it back on her own, so I turned my bike off and approached her as she was still struggling to get in.
As I approached her and was just about to hand over the bag, the doo opened suddenly, causing her to stumble forward and land into the chest of a man.
"What the..." I heard the man say as I dropped her bag next to her feet.
"Your wife." I said before nodding and walking back to my bike.
"Wait! Take her with you!" The man yelled in panick. I paused for a brief moment and looked over my shoulder, watching as he grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back to me. "She's not my wife anymore. Feel free to enjoy yourself to her... get rid of her when you're tired. I don't care."
I watched as the man shoved her forward carelessly. Luckily, she caught herself by landing on my bike.
"I don't want her." I shifted my gaze to the man who then shrugged nonchalantly.
"Then toss her off somewhere." The man gritted his teeth, as though he sincerely didn't want to see her. "She's a mess anyway. Take her where you need to. She'll cause trouble here."
He turned and walked away, as though he was unhinged with the decision he had just made.
I dropped my gaze down to the woman and second the man got back into the house with the faint but audible sound of the lock clicking into place.
Not my problem.
Roaring the engine back to life, I figured she would just have to wait for her ex husband to have a change of heart, so all she should so is wait it out on the front porch–
"Don't leave..."
I heard her murmur and I looked down at her, assuming she was asleep but she wasn't. She was looking right up at me.
Her brown eyes were covered and glossed with tears that didn't fall but threatened to, barely visible under her curtain bangs. Her hair that was once combed through was scattered around her face as she remained leaned onto the bike.
"Take me with you... Don't leave me...," She murmured again.
She was looking at me, waiting for a response, waiting for the confirmation that I would take her with me.
I didn't want to... at first, but the way the light from the moon glazed down on her like a down pour of heavenly bliss, kissing her cheek softly and illuminating her features more, I had decided.
Whatever good it will do for her was up to her.
She was going to face the consequences of her actions.
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