Harley
Hours passed and I could tell that the sun had set, the light which had slipped through the cracks around the door had disappeared and the shed was plunged into darkness.
I'd spent a few hours trying to pry out the screws which held the door's hinge in place, but had only succeeded in breaking all of my nails, the tips of my fingers now raw and bleeding. But desperation held fast.
I knew that there was no way that Jay would be able to get together the amount of money that would satisfy Bandit. As for Jay working with the cops, well he didn't deny it so I guess it had to be true. It would explain why he was so desperate to get Jason out of the Rebels.
The threat of Bandit giving me to h
HarleyHours passed and I could tell that the sun had set, the light which had slipped through the cracks around the door had disappeared and the shed was plunged into darkness.I'd spent a few hours trying to pry out the screws which held the door's hinge in place, but had only succeeded in breaking all of my nails, the tips of my fingers now raw and bleeding. But desperation held fast.I knew that there was no way that Jay would be able to get together the amount of money that would satisfy Bandit. As for Jay working with the cops, well he didn't deny it so I guess it had to be true. It would explain why he was so desperate to get Jason out of the Rebels.The threat of Bandit giving me to h
HarleyPain shot through my skull, a stabbing pain that seemed to engulf my whole body even though a part of me knew that it was only my head that had been injured. I slowly pried open my eyes, my vision blurred for a few moments before it settled and I was able to take in my surroundings.It looked like I was lying in someone's garden shed - bags of fertiliser and compost stacked against one wall with an assortment of plant pots and an ancient lawnmower against another. I was lying on a pile of empty sacks and it made my skin crawl to think of how many bugs were probably hiding in the crevices of the shed.Pushing myself up slowly, I managed to sit up as my head swirled and I fought the dizziness which threatened to overwhelm me. A tickling feeling on my cheek m
ColeAfter finding Jay passed out on the couch, empty bottles of various alcohols strewn through the house, Harley had immediately headed back through the door and had climbed on her motorbike. The volatile emotions she was experiencing were evident as her bike roared to life, the sound of her revving shaking the house slightly. “Dammit, Jay. You've got yourself fucked up properly now,” I muttered more to myself than the unconscious man on the couch as I bent down to collect the bottles.Dropping them into a packet with as much noise as I could, an evil smirk on my face as he groaned. I repeated the process until the room looked somewhat less than the dodgy bar it had resembled, although I couldn't do much about the smell - a delightful mix of strong spirits, sweat and vomit. “What the hell are you doing, Harley?” Jay groaned, gripping his head as his eyes remained shut. I dropped the beer bottle I was holding loudly into the packet, relishing the groan which came from the man I wa
HarleyJay was drunk. I could tell by the way he answered the phone, the slight slurr of his words as he told me to "just stay safe" and that he'd see me the next day. I guess his five year sobriety chip was well and truly down the toilet. I plonked down in Emily's high backed office chair and rested my head in my hands, struggling to keep myself together. Too much was happening at once, too many life changes. I'd come to learn that I sucked when it came to processing and handling change - and the person I usually would have gone to to discuss all this stuff was drowning his own chaos in a bottle of spirits. I guessed I could have called Tanner, but Tanner would want to help me by getting involved and that could only ever end in disaster. He was too impulsive and would definitely land me in some sort of trouble.I sighed and stared at the hideous doll on Emily's desk, it's large vacant eyes mocking me. "If only you knew half of the shit I've been through in the last few days, maybe
ColeWe lay there together for a while, watching the rain beat against the windowpane. A gentle sound which soothed me, and seemed to stop the flurry of thoughts which threatened to bombard my mind. We'd just had sex. No - rephrase - Harley and I had just made love. Sex was just a physical act, but with Harley I felt as if my soul was reaching out for hers. It was a strange feeling, but it felt right. "So, do we talk about what just happened?" Harley asked after a while, turning in my arms to face me. Why do women always want to talk? "Yeah, I guess so," I responded, not entirely sure where she was wanting to go with this "talk". She lifted her hand and trailed my jaw with her fingertips, a slight smile playing on her lips. It was obvious that she wasn't displeased by what had happened, so at least there was that. "I'm sorry I launched myself on you," she blushed slightly before she continued. "But I have no regrets." I smiled at her before I kissed her gently. "I have no regr
HarleyYou know those cheesey romantic movies where the young couple get caught in the rain and end up making passionate love? Well, this felt like that. One moment I was standing by the window of the small room, looking out at the rain soaked landscape below and feeling waves of sadness. I was meant to know this place. It was meant to be familiar. And yet it wasn't. I started to worry that my memory would never return. Even though Cole had filled me in on as much as he could, the knowledge that my life will always be in danger because of an ability I didn't even know I had was discomforting. Cole had explained that we would be in danger - all four of us "SAWS Project" kids - until all of the research is destroyed and the military are given a reason to leave us alone. "We're stronger together," Cole had explained to Jay and myself as we had sat around the kitchen table, late last night. "That's why I have been searching for the others - I would never be able to face them alone."I