Furrowing my brows, I pull my gun out from my waistband and hold it ready just in case. Putting my hand on the doorknob, I slowly twisted the knob and open the bathroom door.
My eyes widen at the sight in front of me.
Fuckin’ hell.
What the fuck has the woman done?”
Quickly, I shove my gun back into the waistband of my jeans and drop to my knees next to a slumped over Harley who had blood caked to her. Lifting a hand to her neck I check for a pulse. I find one but it’s weak.
“Shadow,” I call out for my brother as I go to lift Harley into my arms not giving a damn about her being in nothing but a tank top and boy shorts. “Get the truck ready.”
Standing with her in my arms I rush out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door to find Shadow standing there waiting for me. At the sight of Harley in my arms he grimaces.
“What the fuck has she done to herself?” he mutters with a shake of his head.
“I don’t know but we gotta get her to the hospital,” I say, hopping into the passenger seat holding Harley against me.
I lost one person in my life to suicide I’m not about to lose another. Doesn’t matter to me if I barely know Harley. I can sense the connection between us. I felt it that night at the dance club when she was first introduced to us, but I didn’t approach her at the time. Maybe if I had none of this would be happening right now.
Closing my eyes, I do something I haven’t done in a very long time.
Pray.
Pray that she makes it and I don’t have another woman’s life on my conscience.
After getting to the hospital, everything seemed to pass in a blur of motion. Nurses took Harley from my arms and rushed her to the back. I’d told them I was her fiancé in order to get any kind of news about her. I didn’t know who her parents were, but I knew they weren’t around here. I remember from the last time I’d brought her into the hospital she didn’t have anyone on her next of kin list.
Sitting in a hard back plastic chair with my arms resting on my knees, my eyes stay glued to the doors leading to the back. We’ve been here for hours without any news yet.
I’m tempted to call my aunt and have her find out for me what’s going on with Harley. She’s a nurse here at this very same hospital.
“What the fuck happened?” I lift my gaze to my Prez’s to find his hardened one on Shadow and myself. I hadn’t noticed him come into the ER. I’ve had other things on my mind and I know he doesn’t like leaving his ol’ lady behind unless he absolutely has to. He’s gotten better about it over the months, but no one is as protective over their woman in the same manner as Stoney. Right before Momma B was killed Rachel and Stoney dealt with somethings that nearly cost her her life.
“Prez, don’t know, we’re waiting to find out what the doctor has to say. All I know is my uncle called asking if I’d come help him do a little B&E. He wanted to check on his neighbor. Soon as we pulled up, Shadow informed me it was Harley’s new place. Knocked on the door, when she didn’t answer, I kicked the door in. The two of us split up, I went upstairs and found her in the master bathroom slumped to the side unconscious with blood coating her thighs,” I report.
Swear I’ll never get the image out of my head.
“Shit,” Stoney mutters, blowing out a breath as he sits in a seat next to me. “You tell Luna yet?” he asks, glancing in Shadow’s direction.
“Nope,” Shadow responds with a pop of the P. “I’m not about to have her up here getting upset when I don’t know what the fuck happened myself.”
“She tried to kill herself,” I grumble, my hands clench into fists as I say the words aloud.
“You don’t know that, brother,” Shadow says, shaking his head.
“Seen my mom do nearly the same thing, only she hung herself from the ceiling fan and I walked into my house after school, when I was fifteen to find her in the living room, her body dangling in midair.” The words taste fuckin’ bitter as the come out of my mouth. It’s the first time I’d acknowledge them aloud to anyone besides Bear and Momma B. Neither of them are around anymore for me to confided in, so I might as well say it to the two men here.
“Fuck,” Stoney murmurs inaudible. He knew about my parents and my uncle, shit he knows a lot about me yet he didn’t know the exact details about my mom.
Before anyone can say anything else, my attention is draw to the doors opening to the back, “Family of Harley Michaels.”
Chapter Four
Harley
You know those times when you wake up with a bad hangover and simply just want to roll over and pull the blankets over your head? This is definitely one of those times. My head is throbbing, and my body feels weaker.
Groaning, I crack my eyes open and immediately realize I’m not in my room at home. Then I remember, for the past complete of days I’d spent my time in the bathroom sitting on the floor rotating between suffocating myself and slicing my thighs. I’d finally drifted off to sleep as my legs bled. My last thoughts had been about me hoping it would all
