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I nodded. “It was the night of my prom.”
I loved the rain. Sitting on the window bench looking out over the compound, I laid my head against the window and tried not to think of all the girls getting ready in their pretty dresses, the boys looking dashing in their tuxedos. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration, fun, and laughter. I knew I should feel some regret, a loss that I was missing a milestone in my life, but the longer I sat watching the rain fall, contentment seeped into my soul, and I realized I didn’t want to be anywhere else than where I was right now.
A few days ago, Reaper pulled me aside and told me that if I wanted to go to the prom, he would make sure I had everything I needed for the night. He even told me that several of the brothers would go and be my date for the night. While I appreciated the sweet thought, I refused, telling him I had no desire to go.
I wasn’t like most girls in my class. I wasn’t overly excited when a boy looked at me or giddy over the latest gossip. I loved books. I was happiest delving into poetry, Shakespeare, and literature of any kind. With books, I could escape, become a swashbuckling pirate raiding the high seas, a scientist on the cusp of a world-altering invention, or a damsel in distress waiting for her prince to come rescue her. With books, I could be anything, do anything, go on amazing adventures, and have my heart broken a hundred times over.
Yet a small part of me wanted the real thing.
To live a life instead of reading about it.
Leaning my head against the cold window, I wondered what my classmates were doing right now. Were they having fun? Tonight was about them. For one night only, they got to live their life without a single worry and just be.
A soft knock at my door brought me out of my solitude.
Getting up, I headed to my door and opened it to find Sandman standing there, dripping wet with wilted and soaked wildflowers in his hand. Looking at him, then the flowers, I noticed he must have just recently picked them because the roots were muddy.
Yet, the look on his face made me smile.
Taking the flowers from him, I whispered. “Thank you.”
He smirked, his eyes never leaving mine.
When he didn’t say anything, I asked. “Is there something else you need?”
He nodded, before extending his hand towards me.
Looking at his hand, then his face, I didn’t think.
I placed my hand in his.
Tugging my hand gently, I held his hand as we walked down the backstairs of the clubhouse. The wet wilted flowers were still in my hands as he opened the back door.
The second we stepped out into the rain I looked up at him and wondered what was happening. Knowing he wouldn’t respond if I asked, I decided to trust him. Out of all the brothers, Sandman was the gentlest, the kindest, the quietest. He was also the one brother who saw me. The real me. He never questioned. He accepted me as I was.
Following him, the soft heavy rain fell in a tranquil sheet, soaking me and him as we stopped under his tree, where he had erected a tarp of some kind to keep the rain off us. Looking around the backyard of the clubhouse, I noticed we were alone.
Before I could say anything, Sandman faced me. Placing his other hand on my hip, he started swaying, his sole focus on me as the rain fell softly around us. There in the backyard of the Golden Skulls compound, the most dangerous brother in the club danced with me in the rain.
Laying my head on his chest, I closed my eyes and just lived in this one moment of time when he started to sing.
Whenever I’m weary
From the battles that rage in my head,
You make sense of madness.
When my sanity hangs by a thread,
I lose my way, but still, you seem to understand.
Now and forever, I will be your man.
As tears fell down my cheek, I held him close as we swayed under his tree. The rain falling around us, lost in a world of our making.
It was the most precious moment of my life.
One I would always remember.
