The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 65

***POV – Melaena

Like a black-and-white movie in color, I see Kiara smile at me, holding a picture in her hands. I don t want to look at it, but I can t seem to look away. Her mouth moves but no words come out. A blob on the grey picture starts beating as if in rhythm with the noise in my ears. A heartbeat. A baby. My baby. Damion s baby.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Then a car rolls, tumbles, crashes … blackness. I scream for help but it s only in my head, no sound escapes. Through the shattered window I see a small boy standing in the shadows, like a ghost, watching … his face locked in terror, his green eyes filled with guilt. Then the darkness overwhelms him and he s gone.

Beep! Beep! Something drips on my shoulder and I look up from the wreckage. My father is standing over me, his face full of pain, his lips saying 'sorry over and over without actually making any sound. He extends his hand for me to take, he is missing a finger, drops of blood falling in slow motion beeping each time it hits my body and then dissipates … beep, beep, beep …

He pulls me out and suddenly I m sitting on the floor of the haunted house. The little boy is back, standing in one corner, demonic black claws holding his arms firmly, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. Then he gets pulled into the darkness again and Jackson appears in his place, holding a whip. He cracks the whip and it rips through flesh, each blow echoes with a beep through the air.

Beep! Beep! Twenty times.

I need to get out of here, but my body is frozen, stiff. Pain shoots back into my head as my thoughts come together. I watch as Darren … Lucinda … Harry … run down the stairs towards me, the hate in their eyes clearly visible.

Beep! My body goes cold. Beep! I can t move. Beep! Can t breathe. Beep! Beep!

Disorganized memories evaporate through my aching head …

Payback. Beep! Revenge. Beep! Your mother saved him … Saved. Beep!

The Darren grabs my arm and in a state of shock my eyes fly open … a green little light is flashing in union with the beeps. My eyes are heavy and I lose the struggle, darkness floods over me again.

Beep! Beep!

I groan internally … my brain wants to explode and the noise drums it on and on and on …

All I can see is Darren s face. All I can feel is the ropes cutting into my arm, the cold knife tracing paths all over my body. All I can hear is the sound of his laughter. It feels as if I m suffocating, but I can t move. Am I dead?

Beep! Beep!

I gulp in some oxygen. I just need Damion, his arms around me, his breath on my ear, his lips crashing on mine.

BANG!

The little boy tumbles and falls from the shadows, blood oozing from a gaping wound where his heart is supposed to be. The air gets stuck in my trachea and I m gasping like a fish on land – mouth open, close, open, close …

Darren laughs, his face painted like a sinister clown in search of death. His hand clutching the gun pointed straight at the boy, a twinkle of smoke escaping from the barrel.

I see the shock in the boy s eyes, then he grabs the hole with his hands and looks down astounded, before looking back at me. He stretches out his arm, and holds out his hand, his beating heart displayed on his open palm.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I sink into a bottomless pit and floats in the thick suffocating smothering darkness.

A reverberating pain in my head echoes the sound vibrating in my ears. No other sounds – it s scary quiet except for that annoying beep. Is this part of Darren s torture – beeping me insane?

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Confusion flickers through my mind, trying to make sense of my scattered thoughts, dragging them from the furthest points of my subconscious.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I open my eyes to find the source of that irritating noise that pulsates the pain, but all I can see is darkness, a single blob of light pulsing green – on, off, on, off, on, off …

Where am I? What happened? I blink and try to get my thoughts together, but they don t make sense. Something is not right.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Something is seriously wrong. Why can t I remember? I close my eyes, the blinking light is even more annoying than the freaking beeping in my ears. I figure out that my body must be in the hospital, and it seems that my subconscious was stuck in some kind of comatose state. I have to get out of it.

I focus on opening my eyes and a sudden white light hurts my pupils. No, I m not walking into the light! I might be lethargic, but I m not stupid. Everybody knows what it means if you walk to the light. Damion needs me. My baby needs me. Heaven can wait. I turn my eyes in circles, trying to look away from the condemned heavenly brightness.

Beep! Beep!

I struggle to keep my seemingly heavy eyelids open, just enough to peep at the blinking green freaking light again. What is that?

With choking difficulty I manage to turn my head slightly and then I see him, his black hair messy, his face a shadow in the darkness next to me, an angel with closed eyes. Is he dead? A ghost maybe? He s propped on a chair, his body bent forward, his head next to my arm, one hand is holding mine, the other protectively over my tummy.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Staring at him the sound suddenly reverses into a soothing one. I feel a calmness covering me like a blanket, all the anxiety is gone, all the pain lulls into a blob of serenity. I try to move my hand but only manage to wiggle one finger – minutely, barely.

I try to speak but am too exhausted by the effort of moving my limbs, and under the cover of tranquility, I just lay there staring at my man.

Beep! Breath in. Beep! Breath out. Beep!

"Mel?" His voice sounds hopeful, excited, confused … but it s as if he's stuck in a bubble …

"I m here!" It sounds like thunder that echoes in my mind, smashing around in my skull like a ping-pong ball, even though it was only a tiny whisper.

"Mel, you re back." His voice drifts to me, weighed down with emotion. "I never felt so helpless."

My heart jumps at the pleading sound in his voice, "I hope you can forgive me. I m the one that must protect you and I failed." I hear the anger hiding behind the appealing plea for forgiveness.

"Please don t leave me," I want to answer him, to comfort the feral desperation radiating from him, something I ve never heard from him before. I feel his hand grabbing mine in utter despair. I try to squeeze it, wanting to ease his frustration, while at the same time indulging in the physical connection I so intensely need.

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