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Bits of Creed...
“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” Creed growled.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry...” She backed away from the bike. “Please don’t hurt me. I was desperate!”
“Desperate for what? A jail cell?”
“Oh, god no...” She paled even more. “Please don’t call the police. I have to get out of here before they find me.”
“Before who finds you?” Creed demanded.
“I’m sorry but I gotta go.” She tried to slip over the side of the truck.
Creed grabbed the back of her sweatshirt and held her in place. “You aren’t going anywhere until you answer my fucking questions.” He growled.
“But I can’t,” she wailed softly. “I've got to get out of here. Don’t you understand that?”
“What you’re going to do is come in the house with me and answer some questions first off, then we’ll decide what to do with you.”
They both heard the sound very familiar to any biker in the world and she swayed with terror as the roar of bikes echoed along the street. Hunkering down to hide herself, Creed frowned as he looked at the road. Three bikers passed him slowly but kept moving as he watched them until they turned the corner and disappeared.
“Are they gone?” her tiny voice asked in a barely heard whisper.
“Yeah, they’re gone for now but I have a feeling they’ll be back,” he grumbled as he turned to find her in the dark. “Come on, we have to talk.” He grabbed her by the sweatshirt again and hauled her into the house.
Sitting her in a chair at the table, he glared at her. Her face was hidden from sight by the baseball cap she was wearing, and he wanted to see her so he grabbed it and tore it off her head. Then he felt stunned as a curtain of red hair floated down around her body. It was the red color of black cherries and so beautiful. Now he knew why the cap looked so odd on her. She had stuffed it full with hair that reached almost to her waist.
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged.
Frowning, Creed asked, “Why would I hurt you?”
She didn’t say a word, just hung her head so her hair hid her face.
Creed squatted down and tried to peek through the cloud of hair hiding her face. “What’s your name, child?”
She raised her violet gaze and glared at him. “I am not a child.”
He hid his smile that wanted to appear as he studied her. “Ok then, tell me your name.”
“My name doesn’t matter. I’m not going to be here long enough for you to worry about me,” she gritted out through her teeth.
“Oh, why do I doubt that?” Creed snipped. “Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Personally, I prefer the easy way, where you cooperate and we know where we both stand but if you insist... we can do this the hard way.”
“What exactly is the hard way?” she asked. At his words, her face had turned an ashen color.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Creed growled. “Just tell me your fucking name and what’s going on here.”
“What is going on here Creed? What’s with all the screaming and yelling in the middle of the fuckin night?” Silas’s voice called out.
Creed turned to see his grandfather standing in the doorway leading to the living room.
Silas was barefoot and shirtless. He looked like he’d just been woken up. He had his usual scowl on his face.
Now the girl looked frightened. She kept looking from one to the other of the two men she was now facing.
“I stepped outside for a few minutes and caught this girl trying to steal my ride. Just after I stopped her, three bikes rolled by real slow, like they were looking for someone. They didn’t exactly look like the friendly type,” Creed filled his grandfather in. “Now she’s givin’ me lip.”
Silas walked over to the table and sat down. Studying the young girl in front of him, he reached out his hand and held it there. “Darlin, my name is Silas Young and this cretin browbeating you is my grandson Creed. You’ll have to forgive him for being so rude. I know he was taught better as a child but he’s older now and you can’t always smack him upside the head, especially when he’s bigger than you are.”
