Jett (Sabers MC. Book 1)

Chapter Nine

Harper

The sound was so quiet that in my half asleep state I almost missed it. If I had been asleep properly I would have but I hadn’t had a deep sleep since I had left home. It was amazing what the body could survive on when you were in total flight or fight mode or in my case. Not survive on.

Still it was barely a rustle .

Paper scraping against the floor.

I bolted up against the headboard , thin sheet gripped to my breasts and held my breath. The sound of foot steps out side my door was soft but unmistakable.

Did I even remember to lock the door?

Of course I did. I always locked it . That thin piece of wood was the only thing between me and ….

I shook my head, a sob threatening to break out my mouth and I had no choice but to bite on my fist as the tears spilled down my face. Had to be quiet. Couldn’t make a sound and let who ever was on the other side of the door know I was in here.

There was a moment of hope that it would be Jett but I knew better. He wouldn’t slip pieces of paper under my door and prowl up and down the corridor at … I glanced at the clock.

4 am.

Which meant it could only be one person.

But how the hell had he found me so quickly? And why the hell did he ever care? He didn’t love me.

He did of course love his reputation and I had ruined it. I had run from him. It wasn’t something he would ever let me get away with.

I watched in horror as the door knob turned, slowly as if the person on the other side didn’t want to make to much noise and wake me.

I couldn’t go back with him.

Not now and not ever.

Moving without thinking I swung my legs over the bed, cursing the fact that I still hadn’t bought a phone. Not that the police would be much use but I could call Jett.

He had said to call if I was in trouble.

And this definitely was classed as trouble.

The realisation hit me hard. No one was coming to help me. If I wanted to get away then I had no choice but to escape.

Again.

As silently as I could I moved towards the widow, it’s white paint peeling. s**t if it had been painted shut I was in real trouble.

Well more trouble anyway.

When it moved an inch I let out a relieved sign, the first inch was the hardest and I had to put my back into it.

I didn’t even think, didn’t care that I was barefoot and in nothing but shorts and tank top. I swung my legs out, before ducking my head and shoulders out and letting myself drop to the floor below. Luckily I was on the ground floor but I couldn’t let myself think about all the rubbish that littered the alleyway.

I had looked at it my first day. Garbage, broken glass and god knows what else. I had closed the curtains and never opened the again.

No it wouldn’t do to think what I was stepping on. I couldn’t even let the sharpness of broken glass biting into my feet slow me down.

Hugging the shadows as best I could in the pre dawn light I made my way down towards the main road. Stopping as

Hugging the shadows as best I could in the pre dawn light I made my way down towards the main road. Stopping before I left the relative safety of the shadows. What now? Where the hell was I meant to go?

I wasn’t even dressed.

And I had left all my world belongings, which wasn’t much at all behind in that room. Was I hell going back there.

I didn’t know anyone in this town. I had no friends who would help me.

Well maybe I had one.

Jett.

I had no idea where he lived though, didn’t know where the club house was either which meant I only had one choice.

Go back to the bar where I had first met him. Nodding to myself I glanced both ways. The street was clear.

That’s what I would do go to the Lions Head and find somewhere to hide until someone turned up and could get a hold of Jett. Whether he would help me was another question but what other choice did I have?

Taking another long study of the street I darted across the road. If I stuck to the alleyways and back streets I would be less likely to be seen. My paranoia had finally come in handy. I had my escape routes memorized and I was quiet.

Even as I jogged down the dark streets in nothing but my pjs with torn up feet with tears streaming down my face I didn’t make a sound.

The Lions head was dark , but I hadn’t expected it to be open. It wasn’t even dawn yet. But at least here I might find some shelter , maybe even some safety. As much as I wanted to be in a public place I couldn’t just sit by the door looking like I did , not if I didn’t want to be arrested and that was one of the worst things that could happen.

Sulking I pushed my way down to the side of the building before sinking down between two giant metal bins.

Finally I let me head drop to my knees. I sobbed and sobbed until my chest hurt and nothing but dry wracking sounds were coming out my throat.

I couldn’t do this anymore.

This running.

I wasn’t strong enough.

“s**t”

The voice barely registered. Now the adrenaline had worn off I was so tired. So sleepy it all felt like a dream.

“s**t get Jett here now” Firm hands were suddenly on me, lifting me with out even breaking a sweat. “It’s ok darling, your ok now.” Somehow I recognised the voice but I couldn’t place it with a name. The trembling that had overtaken me had turned into full on shaking.

Shock.

I was in shock.

“Jett, Teddy now”