Trace

15 - I don't need this fuckin.g shi.t!

Trace

I manage to get Fallon down the stairs and out the back door without anyone noticing, but she can hardly stand up.

How the hell am I supposed to get her on the back of my motorcycle?

“You’re so handsome,” Her words are slurred, her hands grabby, pulling at my cut. “No one ever made me feel the way you do. I want you right now, Trace.” She tries kissing me, but I pull away, grabbing her wrists to pry her off me.

There’s no way I want se.x with her right now. It would be like rape. Fallon has no idea what she’s doing. She’s not capable of really telling me yes or no, and I’m not into taking from a woman when she can’t even think for herself. It just doesn’t feel right.

I grab Fallon’s upper arms and yank her away from me harshly. It’s the only way to get her off me. “Give it a rest, Fallon!”

“You don’t want me anymore.” She wasn’t asking me; she was telling me. I roll my eyes and grab my phone from my pocket. “Plenty of men want me.” I don’t doubt that for a second. “But I only want you.”

I stare at her momentarily, wondering if she means what she’s just said.

“I need you to bring your truck to Stilletthoe.”

“What’s up? Can’t find your bike?”

“Funny fucke.r.” I’ve called Ace. He has the truck I need right now. I’m taking Fallon back to my place, but I need to take her back to hers to collect an overnight bag and that damn dog of hers. He’s been alone all day. Hours, in fact. It wouldn’t surprise me if the dog crapped all over her house.

After explaining the situation to Ace, he tells me he’ll be right over. He’s here in five minutes. Fallon is going wild, out of hand, dancing and yelling, fuckin.g typical. I have to stop her twice from trying to climb on top of the hood of some guy’s car.

After finally getting her in the truck, Ace drives me over to Fallon’s trailer. I leave her in the truck with Ace while I head inside. She didn’t even protest, which was a good thing.

Overnight bag in my hand, dog in the back of the truck, Ace takes us over to the clubhouse. I’d rather go the fuc.k home, but Ace thinks Fallon should see Taylor and get checked over.

I don’t know, maybe he’s right. Fallon is a complete mess. She’s hyperactive, she’s sweating like crazy, her voice is breaking each time she speaks, and her eyes look so damn bloodshot, crazy looking even.

“Where are you taking me? I don’t live here. Take me home right now.” There’s absolutely no conviction in her voice whatsoever. She’s even laughing while she speaks.

Anything could have happened to her if I hadn’t found her tonight when I did. Those fucker.s on that balcony could have taken turns in fuckin.g her, and she wouldn’t have even said no. She wouldn’t have even remembered it.

Goddammit!

“You’re coming home with me, Fallon.”

“Oh, really?” She leans into me, running her hand over my chest. “Are you taking me there to ravage my body? Are you going to punish me like the other night?”

Ace raises his eyebrow and shoots me a look that tells me I’m in trouble for touching her. I don’t give a shi.t about that right now. “Why can you never keep your dic.k in your pants, Trace? You were told to stay away from her.”

“It’s not easy to stay away from a woman who’s your own personal heroin, Ace. You should know that.”

“What business it is of yours?” Fallon yells in Ace’s direction. “If Trace wants to fuc.k me stupid, and he does,” She giggles. “Then it’s nothing to do with you or anyone else!”

“Jesus Christ!” Ace hisses.

“That’s enough, Fallon.” I sigh.

She stares at me, her body swaying slightly, and I can see in her eyes just how much pain she’s in right now. She shouldn’t have taken drugs to numb that pain. She should have let me help her. I don’t know how she’s feeling, but I imagine she feels lost and alone. Fallon will never be alone as long as I’m around.

“Take her inside. I’ll find Taylor.” Ace tells me as we pull up outside the clubhouse.

“She even here?” Taylor is not typically here this late at night. If she is here, then Dana is more than likely having a sleepover with Kaleb at Wrench and Elie’s.

“I called her while you were getting the girl’s stuff.”

I nod at Ace. It was good of him to call Taylor, but there’s something odd about the way he’s acting right now. He won’t make eye contact, and he’s stiff in his seat, which isn’t like him. He usually drives looking cool and comfortable. I’ve noticed every now and again that he’ll look at Fallon through the corner of his eye. I haven’t got a clue what the hell Ace is looking for, but I know it isn’t anything sexua.l. Tessa is Ace’s life.

No, it’s something else.

* * *

“Fallon, can you tell me what you’ve taken?” Fallon sways in her seat, eyes rolling as Taylor flashes a light in her eyes. “Sweetheart, I need you to tell me what you’ve taken.”

“I dunno,” Fallon mumbles.

This is getting us nowhere! She’s not going to tell us what she took because I don’t think the silly b***h even knows what she took!

“She took some pills. She told me that much when I found her.”

“She didn’t tell you what they were?” I shake my head at Taylor. “Fallon, do you know what pills you took?”

“Ecstasy.”

Fuc.k!

Taylor looks at me with wide eyes and shakes her head. She can see that I’m about to flip my fuckin.g lid, but I’m angry, dammit!

“Who gave you the stuff?!”

“Fuc.k off, Trace!” Fallon hits out at me, and I want nothing more than to slap her stupid, drugged-up face, but I don’t hit women. Lucky for her. “If you cared about me, you wouldn’t’ve let him do that to ME!” She screams it at me, and every person around us turns to look in our direction. Fallon is now crying, an ugly cry, loud and heartbreaking.

I crouch down in front of her and try to take her hands in mine. I say try because she’s slapping me away from her. “Fallon,” I grab at her, trying to stop her from falling from the chair she’s sitting on. “Tell me what you mean. Let who?”

“That man. He tried to touch me. I wanted you to save me.” She sobs, and I’m confused.

“What man, Fallon?”

“At the club.”

I close my eyes and shake my head. She means the fat fuc.k at the strip club. “Baby, I didn’t let him touch you. I stopped him. Don’t you remember?”

She stares at me long and hard, trying to focus her mind on what I’m telling her. I touch knuckles to her cheek, but she flips out. “Get off me!”

“Fallon, calm down.”

“Leave me alone. I want Red!”

I let go of her and scrub my hands over my face as she calls for Red over and over. I don’t have a fuckin.g clue what I’m supposed to have done to make her hate me like this, but something isn’t right here.

“Everything’s okay, Fallon,” Taylor tells her.

“Please, Taylor, I need Red.”

“Move outta my way, Trace,” Like he gave me a fuckin.g choice. The bastard almost knocked me on my ass! “Come here, sweetheart,”

Fallon gasps and reaches for Red. “Red,” She sobs into his shoulder.

I’m looking in on the scene in front of me like a fuckin.g outsider. This girl is mine. Every damn person here knows it, yet it’s not me she wants, and I have to ask myself why?

Why is Fallon pushing me away when she needs me the most?

“Fallon. Tell me why you took drugs.”

“They were just pills – pills to forget. I want to forget. Don’t leave me by myself, please!”

Watching Fallon clutching at Red like he’s her father, like he’s the only person she needs to make this all better, is crushing me. It should be me that she clings to, me that she wants to hold her through this.

Is that selfish right now?

I really don’t care if it is.

I watch Red as he holds Fallon tight, stroking her hair, hushing her, calming her, and all I can think is, that should be me!

“Taylor, is she okay to go? I wanna take her home.”

“I can’t be sure how many pills she took, Red, but it’s been a couple hours since she took them. Just keep an eye on her tonight. If she doesn’t calm down in the next few hours, take her to the hospital. In the meantime, keep her hydrated as much as possible, and hopefully, she’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.”

Red says fuc.k all to me before turning and walking away without a word. Fuc.k it. I don’t need this fuckin.g shi.t!