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I saw the way he looked at my sunshine.
How they all look at her. How could they not? Her light is too bright. The allure of her radiance was undeniable and drew anyone towards her. Anyone could easily see that she embodied goodness, grace, and purity. Her shining light was blinding, yet welcoming.
She didn’t need any of them.
She needed me.
She was mine.
I was going to kill Chaos for even putting it out there in the universe. My Sunshine didn’t know it yet, but I was gonna claim her one day. Not that I know what I’d do when that day comes.
I never thought about claiming anyone.
No one ever claimed me.
I didn’t like her here in this club. They all watched her, their beady, hungry eyes watching and waiting to snuff out my sun. I’d fucking kill them all if they touched her. Chaos was the worst. He was always trying to make her laugh. I caught him once with his arm around her. I wanted to rip his arm from its socket and beat him to death with it. I would have too if he hadn’t jumped away from her. She was upset because her sister was screaming. The baby was coming. Jessica was talking to my sunshine when Chaos came over and thought he’d be helpful. That’s when I stepped out of the shadows.
I hated it here.
I couldn’t breathe.
There were too many brothers coming and going. I couldn’t keep tabs on all of them. I wanted to get on my bike and ride, but I couldn’t. Reaper said I had to stay put. That war was coming.
Something was always coming for the club.
It never ended.
So, I did the only thing I could.
I watched over my Sunshine.
Knowing she was upstairs in her room, I left the clubhouse, walked into the warm sun, and looked down at my wrist.
She touched me.
I could still feel her soft, warm hand on my skin. Her little fingers were too small to wrap around my wrist, but I didn’t care. She touched me. When she touched me, her gentle fingers felt as light as butterfly wings softly gliding across my skin.
No one ever touched me.
I didn’t like it, but I liked it when she did.
I really liked it when she smiled at me. She was so pretty. Like the sun shining brightly overhead, she was warm, radiant, everything good in this fucked up world. She was my sun in a world of darkness.
I didn’t enjoy thinking about the darkness. It was everywhere around me. Lurking in the shadows, waiting to come out and play. I spent many years living in the shadows.
It was home to me. I felt safe there.
No one saw me in the shadows.
She did, though.
She could always tell. I would watch in the darkness as she would read, talk to her sister, or while she was doing her schoolwork, and then, for no reason at all, she would turn towards me and smile.
She never said a word.
She kept my secret.
She was quiet like me.
