Chapter Fifteen #2
“You don’t ever have to thank me, Wren. You’re my big sister and I’ll do what I can to help you.
Get some rest. The kitchen and food will be taken care of by someone other than you.
Stay up here for the day if you want. Zach and I can bring you meals and drinks,” he says before leaving me alone in the room.
Sleep once again claims me as I dream of building a life in Briar Glen with my son or daughter. It’s a nice dream even if I’m alone. I still have my foster brothers.
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Waking up, I make my way downstairs after using the bathroom and washing my hands.
The clubhouse is quiet as I enter the common room to find a few of the Rebels cleaning.
None of them look at me as I move in the kitchen to find more girls there cleaning up and preparing lunch.
Turning around, I remember Zach told me about a backdoor down the hallway that leads to the back of the clubhouse.
There’s more picnic tables, lounge chairs, and a few trees around the yard.
I want to go there today so I can soak up some sun and get some fresh air after my nap.
As I pass by a door that’s been left open the smallest bit, I hear Judge speaking.
“No, I don’t fuckin’ love her. Do I want to fuck Wren? Yeah. She’s a sexy woman. At the end of the day, she’s nothin’ more than a hole I can use to find my release,” Judge says right before I hear a chair scrape back against the floor and I quicken my steps so no one sees me.
Tears fill my eyes and spill over as I leave the clubhouse and lean against the building as the door shuts behind me.
While I knew what was between Judge and I was nothing more than sex, to hear him call me nothing more than a hole breaks off another part of my heart.
I didn’t realize he was such a cruel man and viewed women that way.
Part of me thought there was something deep down that was decent and kind.
I’ve seen him with a few women I believe are ol’ ladies and he always treats them with kindness and respect.
I guess I don’t even deserve an ounce of respect from him.
It’s time for me to leave regardless of if my car is fixed or not.
I know Tristan and Zach haven’t even touched it because they’ve been busy preparing for Razer’s funeral.
I can walk to the garage and get my car before heading out of town. I’m definitely leaving now.
“Wren, what’s wrong?” Zach asks me as I startle and look up to find him standing in front of me.
“Um, nothing. I’m just tired. And it’s pregnancy hormones,” I tell him, lying for the second time since I’ve been here. I just don’t want to draw some kind of wedge between Judge and Zach.
If Zach knows what I just overheard, he’ll get upset. Tristan and him are very protective of me. Judge is their President and there has to be a level of respect between them. I knew what I was getting into with Judge and I won’t bring anyone else into the situation.
“Are you sure?” he questions me as the back door opens and I hear yelling coming from inside the clubhouse. I can’t hear what’s being said, but there’s definitely a few people involved.
“I’m sure. I’ll wait until whatever is going on in there wraps up and then I think I’ll go take a nap or something,” I say as he nods his head and works on cleaning up the backyard but not moving too far away from me.
When I finally hear the argument inside fade to nothing, I open the door and look in the hallway to find it empty. Moving swiftly, I head for the stairs and straight up to the room I’ve been in the last few days.
“Wren, can you come in here for a second?” I hear Judge call me from an open doorway as I look over and see him sitting behind a large desk.
I enter the room and don’t say a word as I discreetly wipe the tears from my face and know what I have to do.
“Where did you disappear to last night?” he asks me, finally looking up.
“I went to my room. Last night was a mistake, Judge. It was a moment of weakness and won’t happen again.
I can easily see myself giving you every piece of me slowly while you give me nothing in return.
I refuse to let it happen because I deserve better than that.
So, don’t worry about it and we don’t ever have to talk about it again,” I tell him before leaving him alone in the room and making my way upstairs.
Once I’m safely locked inside my room, I release the breath I was holding and wipe away the tears.
It doesn’t do anything as more tears fall.
Instead of taking a nap, I start to pack up the few belongings I have.
I can find a laundromat to wash my clothes once I leave here.
I’m not about to leave this room and risk running into Judge again if I don’t have to.
I can hide the bag I have so Tristan and Zach don’t see it and head out tonight when everyone is drinking or asleep.
No one will stop me from leaving the clubhouse this time.
I’m going to miss a few people, especially my brothers, but I’ll contact them when I’m far enough away that they can’t do anything to stop me.