Lena Sullivan scanned through her phone as the bus raced along an endless highway. The series of unanswered texts bemoaned the fact that she hadn’t taken her roommate up on the offer of the long weekend in Cabo. While the idea of sipping a daiquiri with the sun on her face and the surf running up her legs was all kinds of tempting, she’d been away from Deerfield for far too long. Her uncle said that the phone calls once a week were more than sufficient. He wanted her to focus on her studies, to make something of herself. But if that were really the case, a quiet weekend at home was preferable to Bloody Marys for breakfast and the liquor still flowing as the sunny days stretched into moonlit nights with pulsing beats and dancing boys. No matter. The boy that she wanted to see most was not on any beach.
The bus turned off the highway and twisted its way along Exit 37. At the signal light, she saw the gas station where she had purchased her first pack of smokes. Barely fifteen and well known to the man behind the counter, Mac Arnold simply shook his head and warned her of the dangers of a black lung. Even as he took a drag of his own and made change. Truth be told, the taste was not as appealing as it looked in the movies. But the smell still had its pleasures. And she could share if a certain boy wanted to polish off the pack.
Moving deeper into Deerfield, she glanced at the high school, and was immediately brought back to a place where no pretty girl would ever think to ask her to some tropical getaway. Deerfield then and now was blue collar, striving towards lighter hues. But that didn’t extend to the orphan girl dwelling in her uncle’s hovel, wearing threads from thrift shops. On campus, it made her all kinds of cool. But back home, back here, it made her a figure who endured nothing but scorn.
Except when it came to Jax.
The dark-haired boy with piercing green eyes had his own cross to bear. No one ever dared mess with him to his face. But behind his back, there was nothing but cold words and harsh smirks. White trash in leather. Lena told him that once and feared he would go for the jugular. When he said it didn’t faze him, Lena was grateful; she knew his skillset all too well.
***
In the summer before her junior year, Lena shot up. And out. September 7th was far too hot for a sweater, and the only thing she had clean was a peasant blouse that left little to the imagination. Entering the school with hunched shoulders and her backpack against her breasts, Lena made a beeline for first period and silently prayed she could make it through the gauntlet unscathed. But two senior students, already clad in their red and white varsity jackets, had other ideas as soon as she turned the corner.
“Lena! Hey. Where you headed?”
She struggled not to shake as she saw Sawyer and Ric glaring as they still towered over her. “Getting to class,” she managed. “Which is what you two should both be doing.”
“Got plenty of time before the first bell,” Sawyer said. “Let’s say you give us a chance to see what you got.”
She tried and failed to hold her bag close, but Lena lost the battle and winced at the feel of the boys’ eyes on her breasts.
“Ain’t they nice,” Sawyer said.
“I don’t know,” Ric responded. “Like B-cup. If that.”
They shared a laugh and, as Lena blushed at their insult, she took their second of distraction to push away and hurry down the hall. The bell rang and she found her classroom. Struggling to unpack the contents of her bag, she emitted a sigh of relief when a teacher in high-wasted pants and a crooked tie started to wax rhapsodic about the wonders of trig. Numbers in any form were usually her thing, but on that morning she found it nearly impossible to focus as her eyes kept drifting towards the clock. Soon time would be up, and she’d have no choice but to move again. She missed the simpler days of K through Fourth when every subject occupied the space of the same classroom. As the minute hand moved too quickly towards the end of one hour and the start of another, Lena formed a plan. She would be the first student out of the door and head to the nearest girls’ room. Even though she loathed the thought of being late, she would hide in one of the stalls until well after the next bell clanged. Better to be late for class than to face the likes of Sawyer and Ric again.
Sitting on the bowl, she let the signal come and go and counted three minutes off. Satisfied that enough time had passed, she quickly glanced at her reflection in the mirror and pushed her hair behind her ears. Lena was almost out the door when she gasped at the sight of the boys who were back. And ready to play.
“Found you!” Sawyer sneered.
Lena tried to scream and kicked at their legs as they pushed her body to the floor. As her skirt came up over her thighs, she thought nothing of the cold surface coating her skin and squirmed at the feel of their hands invading her flesh.
“Relax, Lena,” Sawyer crooned. “We’re just trying to be friends.”
“Get her shirt off.”
Ric ran his hands up her legs, and as he tore at her low collar, Lena tried to cry out for help when Sawyer gagged her with his mouth and tugged at her hair.
“Give yourself a chance, honey,” Sawyer started. “You might even enjoy it.”
“I will not!”
Scratching at his face, she started to crawl towards the closed door when they dragged her back to the wall, the tiles digging into his knees as she hollered into Ric’s clammy palm.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he threatened. “Not until we’re done with you.”
Their looming bodies covered her point of view, and Lena batted their fists with her small palms as she found it harder and harder to breath. Hoping that she might just pass out and not have to remember, she came alive at the sound of the door swinging open and a voice she knew with her eyes closed.
“Get your fucking hands off of her.” Jax kept his voice slow and smooth as he closed the door and fixed his glare on the ballers.
“This doesn’t concern you,” Ric started. “Why don’t you just get the fuck--?”
“Dude. Chill.”
Sawyer knew enough to pull away and stuff his hard cock back in his pants. White trash in black leather or any other attire demanded a kind of respect, and Sawyer started to leave the room when Jax grabbed his arm and glared into his eyes.
“She’s under my protection,” he warned. “And don’t you ever forget that.”
“Sure,” Sawyer said with a crack in his voice. “We were just heading to---”
“Like hell we were!”
Ric lurched forwards, and Jax didn’t blink as he drove his body into the far wall.
“Just because you got that skeleton on your jacket, you think that means that you get to call all the shots?”
Lena struggled to her feet and smoothed out her skirt as Jax’s face stayed like slate under the possibility of Ric’s attack. He endured the other boy’s spit and sweat and waited until Ric smugly backed away and turned his eyes back to Lena.
“Now if you want a taste when I’m done, you can---”
“Never gonna happen, asshole.” On the back of those words, Jax slammed his elbow into Ric’s ribs and forced his body to a quivering pile on the floor.
Ric groaned in agony, and Sawyer helped him to his feet as he whispered into his ear. “Come on man,” he cautioned. “She ain’t that fine.”
“Like I’m taking orders from---”
“Yes you are.” Jax was calm as he flipped open a pen knife and dangled the blade in their direction. “Now move out,” he said. “And if you even think about touching her again, you’ll have to answer to me.”
Ric still protested, but Sawyer was smart enough to hustle his buddy out of the room.
Jax paused, his blade still poised for several seconds. When he seemed sure that they were gone, that they were not coming back, he tucked the knife away and looked back to Lena. “You okay?” he asked.
Unable to speak, she could do nothing but nod, her body still shaking as he cradled her chin in his large hand and peered down at her.
“Anyone ever tries to do anything like that to you again,” he started, “I’ll be waiting. No one gets to touch you.”
Lena bowed her head in gratitude and fell into his chest. Her trembling calmed as he ran his hands through her hair.
“I’ve always got your back, Lena.”
***
From that moment on, Lena still endured the looks and the lascivious grins. But no one dared to lay so much as a finger on her. Jax collected her at the end of each class and saw her to the next room. He sat with her at lunch, and even though he never made a move, not even when they went to the creek, she felt special in his presence. Like she was his girl. She might have considered sticking close to home and never taking off for parts unknown.
If it hadn’t happened…
Exiting the bus, she walked for five blocks until her uncle’s house finally came into view. It would be good to see him. Tom Sullivan was a ne’er do well, but he’d always treated her kindly. What a surprise when she…
The door.
It looked as if someone had smashed it in, and Lena’s heart turned to ice in her chest as she stepped forward and held her breath. “Uncle Tom?” she finally managed as she called into the house. “Are you… oh my God!”
He held a damp paper towel to his cheek and limped from the kitchen. Lena dropped her small overnight bag as soon as she saw him and took him into her arms. “What happened?” she begged. “Are you okay?”
“Lena! I didn’t know that you were coming.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” she said carefully.
He pulled the towel away, and Lena gasped at the blood drying across his face.
“Surprise,” he said, trying and failing to make a joke.
Lena took his hand and lowered his body to the couch, her eyes narrowing as she examined his fresh wound. “What have you gotten yourself into now?” she asked.
When he was slow to answer, Lena held his hand tighter and forced him to answer.
“In over my head, honey,” he confessed. “You know me.”
Sadly, all too well.
“You promised you’d keep it clean,” Lena said as she pushed away and pressed his face in her hands. She flinched when her uncle tried to touch her back, and she stood quickly, making every move to tidy the room. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m here, then,” she muttered. “It sure looks like you need my help.”
Sully said nothing as Lena started to pick through the mess. Catching sight of her graduation photo, she remembered Jax standing at the far side of the room, his very presence making the photographer uneasy even as he swore there was no way he wasn’t looking after her. Should she seek him out now? She should have sought him out then. Maybe…
“He was here you know,” Sully said.
“What?” Lena asked, her reverie broken as she whipped her head over his shoulder. “Who…?”
“Aggie Munroe’s boy,” he continued. “He came with the cavalry to collect.”
And Lena’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach