Protect her like a delicate piece of glass… Fuck her like she is unbreakable.
-dominant_dreams
Butch
I waited and waited at the hotel until I couldn’t bear to just sit around and wait anymore. Neither Slash or Bell were around, no one had seen them and as each minute passed my nerves were tearing me apart. I knew something had to have happened, there was no other option.
Elena called me later that night, demanding an update. It was no secret what had happened, how I just darted out of that damn tour bus with my tail between my legs. I suppose that I couldn’t keep it a secret, especially not from Elena. I let everything out, not holding any residual feeling inside of my body. I vented to her about how I felt like a shitty person, just leaving her alone with Slash and now look where we are. No answers. Not knowing a damn thing. I had let her believe that I was done with us, with whatever the hell this is. It couldn’t be further from the truth. There was never a day where I would be done with Bellamy Mason.
“There’s a simple solution here. If you want my sister, you have to be everything that she is. Relentless.” Just like that, I knew Elena was right. I would fight for Bellamy, even if she didn’t have an ounce of fight left in her.
Today was just an off day. Bellamy wasn’t done with me, deep down I knew that even if I was struggling to remind myself of this every second. It’s funny, I’ve never fought for a relationship this hard in my entire life. I find myself wondering why I fight so hard for her. It doesn’t take me long to realize that Bellamy Mason is unlike any other woman that has entered my life, she’s not temporary. This woman is my future. It’s why I’m riding around New York in the hopes that I’ll spot her and Slash walking the streets. I’m a dumb motherfucker, and I know it. If they could have reached out to me they would have by now. Something has gone seriously wrong. I just knew what it was. Not knowing is tearing me apart. She could be bleeding somewhere, terrified, sobbing in a shipping container. Is it wrong that I think of these things? No. Because this is the type of danger that is associated with me.
I am dangerous.
I just have to wonder. When have I ever not been?
***
Seventeen hours.
That is how much time passed before I heard from Bellamy, her voice shaky and broken with every word that she spoke.
It took me five hours to figure out where she was, somewhere in the Northern part of New York state. When I walked through the hospital doors I didn’t bother asking a nurse for help, they stared and immediately viewed me as a disturbing visitor. I walked around every corner of that Emergency Department looking for her. Eventually I found her, right after a security guard made the mistake of putting a hand on me.
If it wasn’t for her running right into my arms, I don’t know what I would have done. I might have killed him.
“He’s my boyfriend, it’s alright. Thank you for your concern, Sir,” she assures him, her watchful eyes peering past my shoulder to see that he’s let us be.
“Jesus, Bell. What on Earth happened?” I asked, taking in her features. Her face is swollen, a puffy combination of red patches of yellow and blue. She bites her bottom lip, not looking up at me. “Sugar, talk to me,” I plead and beg with her. There’s not a bone in my body that would blame her for not wanting to talk to me about this. Fuck. I should have been there. I should have never of left that damn bus the way that I did. If I didn’t, nothing would have happened. She would’ve been safe.
Fuck.
This is all my fault.
“We were attacked…,” she starts off, telling me the grueling story of her abuse with Slash, how Chuckles, that motherfucker, hurt them both. He won’t live another day when I get my hands on him. That’s for fucking sure. Bell doesn’t leave out any details, telling me how a woman named Boss, who I know to be the Iron Vex MC’s Prez, helped get the two of them out. Why did that happen? Why in the hell would Boss help them leave when one of her men did this to them? The story gets worse as I hear about what Chuckles did to Slash. The doctors don’t know too much, but they had to sedate him in order to even clean out his wounds. There were talks of skin grafts and multiple surgeries but given the extent of the damage to the left side of his face, they won’t know for quite a while. The surgical process is going to be anything but easy. It could take years, that’s what they told her.
“I feel so bad for him. God. I can’t believe this happened…,” she tells me as I take her over to a quiet corner in an empty waiting room. I slip my hand over hers and pull her gently over my lap, making her lean on me, making sure that she’s wrapped in my arms.
I don’t ever want to let her go, not when she’s like this – right where she’s always fucking belonged.
“Sugar, things like this happen whether we want them to or not. The only thing that we can do right now is be here for him with whatever he needs.”
“I know, I just never expected anything like this to happen.”
“We don’t expect a lot of things, but they still happen.”
Bell brings her head back off of my shoulder and looks at me square in the eye. “I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do, or if I was going to ever see you again. I thought I was going to die in that barn.” Slowly tears slide from the corner of her eyes, down her cheeks.
Never in my life have I felt more like a disappointment then at this very moment. I was supposed to be the one that stood by her, that didn’t give up, that would never leave her, and what did I do? I left. I let my anger get the best of me and walked out of that door. I failed her in every way I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I take my forehead and press it against her own. At this point, we’re both crying for completely different reasons. I feel like the world’s biggest disappointment, and her tears are out of fear for her life. The salty mixture hits our lips at the same time. “I will never let anything happen to you like this ever again. Do you understand that? I failed you, and you have no idea how much regret I will live with the rest of my life for not being here for you when you needed me.”
“Promise m-me.” Her voice cracks as she speaks, the series of events taking an obvious toll on her emotionally.
I snake my hand around the back of her neck and hold on, pressing my lips both softly but firmly against hers. “I will never fucking leave you again. You are stuck with me, Bellamy Mason, whether your perfect ass likes it or not. You are my woman, my fucking Sugar. You are the woman I am going to die with, the one who gives me the two kids I want, the one whose hand I put a ring on and whose ass I brand as mine. You got that?”
“Yes,” she whispers quickly, just before she kisses the fucking daylights out of me.
Nothing, there has never been anything more that I’ve wanted then what’s right in front of me.
This girl is everything to me. I can only hope that I’m the same for her.