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“Shit, King, he’s gonna lose it!” Priest shouted.
“Get Bailey out of here!” King roared as my world came crashing down around me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Henley
I woke to a loud crash.
Sitting up in bed, I looked around for Scribe. When I heard a thunderous roar, I quickly jumped from the bed, looking for my clothes. Scavenging the room, I found everything but my panties. Hurriedly getting dressed, I had just slipped my feet into my boots when another gawd awful roar floated up to the second floor.
The second I heard it I knew it was Scribe.
I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew I was right.
Running from the room, I rushed downstairs to find Frank, Pyro, and Enigma ushering everyone out of the clubhouse.
“Sky, take them to our house.”
“Please, Chase,” Bailey pleaded, crying. “It’s my fault. Let me help.”
Frank walked up behind Bailey, picking her up. “Come on, sweetheart, let the others take care of him.”
“What’s wrong with Scribe?” Cameron said, his chin wobbling as Skylar picked him up, hugging him to her.
“Come on, Cam-Cam, Scribe’s having a bad day. You remember when dad used to have those, right?”
The little boy nodded as tears ran down his face as another crash came from the back of the clubhouse.
“Skylar, go!” Pyro shouted.
“He needs you.”
Turning, I saw Scribe’s sister Phoebe standing beside me. “He’s lost in the past right now. He thinks I don’t know, but I do. Only you can help him now.”
“What?”
“My brother has PTSD. Most of the brothers here suffer from their time in the military. Something terrible happened during my brother’s time in the Marines. I love my brother. I will do anything for him, but I can’t help him with this. Only you can. Trust your heart, Henley. He will come back to you. I promise.”
Before I could utter a word, Phoebe walked towards Freyja and Athena. Both looked sad and worried.
“Henley, let’s go,” Pyro ordered from the front entrance. Looking at him, then back to where the ruckus was coming from, I did exactly what Phoebe said and followed my heart.
Walking towards the door, I could hear King and Priest trying to calm the raging man inside. Nothing they said was working. Another loud crash made me jump. I stopped dead in my tracks as a twinge of indecision seeped into my bones.
Did I really want to go in there?
We barely knew each other. If his sister was right, how was I going to help him? There was very little I knew about Scribe. He never talked to me about his time in the military. Hell, I didn’t even know he served.
I’d read stories of veterans who suffered horribly from their time in the service. Some could handle it, while others needed to be medicated just to function. In the worst cases, veterans took their lives, unable to handle what they endured.
The trauma these men and women suffered protecting their country was heartbreaking. While there were services and help, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough for those who paid the ultimate price.
Before I knew it, I found myself back upstairs in Scribe’s room.
I didn’t even remember walking back up here.
Yet here I stood, looking around his room. The room I spent the night in, giving myself to him as he loved and worshipped me. He was tender, gentle, loving and fun. Everything I hoped my first time would be, and he made sure I got my wish.
