Chapter 30
Amelia
Shooter: I need to see you, I have something I want to talk to you about. If you’re a good girl there might be a surprise for you, too.
The message felt ominous. Knowing Shooter it was all good news, at least that was the vibe I got.
But who knew, it had been a few days since the camera experience and I had worked a double, only to be welcomed by Tony and Gage for the weekly exchange.
I knew they felt bad because when they approached me at work during one of my breaks to give me some bad news, I was ready to set the world on fire.
I couldn’t muster the sadness anymore. I couldn’t cry anymore tears. What I wanted at that moment was sleep, and plenty of it. I was lucky that I hadn't seen Chris. I hadn’t seen him and part of me wondered if that was due to Shooter or maybe Chris found a girl and had been mooching off of her.
One signature, that’s all I fucking needed.
I looked at my little notebook that kept the tally of how much I owed, and the number seemed to taunt me like I would never get out of it, no matter how much hope I had.
Things were getting tighter and I didn’t know how much more I could take, I was on the verge of burn out, regretting every day that I returned to the hospital.
Sarah and Jennie were concerned, encouraging me to take PTO knowing that I had so much built up.
I looked at the woman in the mirror, though there was a hidden smile it was covered up by the exhaustion that darkened her under eyes and sunk in her cheeks.
The cursor on the text box flashed waiting for my response.
After that day with the cameras, Shooter had been busy with club business, but never missed an opportunity to call me, even if it was for a few minutes.
There was one night I swear I heard screaming or whimpers, and one of his brothers calling for his attention.
I wanted to know, but when Shooter was able to.
Unlike me who was waiting until the timing was right, and every time I wanted to tell him I chickened out.
I didn’t know what to message back so instead I showered, put one of the t-shirts I stole from Shooter on and curled into the bed. My lids were heavy pulling me into a nice deep sleep, well until a dream turned into a reality.