Chapter 11

Olivia’s POV- Being in a room alone with c*****e has me all sorts of messed up. I want him to grab me and kiss me, but I also want to run to the other end of the room, not because I am afraid but because I want him to chase me. I also want to check the room for cameras and hear what he has to say. God, it is so hard to think clearly when he is in a room with me alone. “You have five minutes,” I said, trying to stay as calm as possible while hurrying this along. “I know about the bruises and the bandage, about the abuse. I want to help. The Phoenix Knights want to help,” c*****e began. “Why?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. “You know when I first met you, I thought you had the most beautiful eyes, but I also thought they were familiar to me. Katie helped me place that familiarity today. When she saw your birthmark, we knew. That is why we left school, we went to our clubhouse to find him,” he said. “To find who?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Your biological father,” c*****e replied. I stumbled back, catching myself at the nearest desk, so that I wouldn’t fall over. c*****e grabbed my arm to help steady me. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I wanted to say he was lying, but all I could see was the urgency in telling me so that he could keep me safe. A part of me wanted to believe him completely. I still think I should confront my mother. I was silent, pondering the new information. So, he continued, “His road name is Gold, he is our club treasurer. A powerful man. But his real name is William Anderson, the owner and founder of Anderson Tech. Your mother used to date him, but then she just got up and left him without a word. Gold wants to fight for you, legally. You are under eighteen, he could try and get custody, and he wants to, because he knows what you are going through.” My bottom lip trembled, “He has been that close to me all this time. Why didn’t I look harder?” Tears slipped from my eyes, which c*****e quickly wiped away, cupping my face, as he said, “It is not your fault. But the choice is yours now. He wants to meet you, the club will when they hear about you. My parents want to meet the girl who has invaded my soul and stolen my heart.” I blinked up at him. Did he just slip his declaration of love right on in there? I found my eyes drifting to his lips, and his to mine. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead and whispered, “I want to kiss you. But I know you said five minutes because you wanted to get home and gather your things. So, I won’t keep you for long. I am here for you.” “I want to confront my mother first, and then I need to gather my things. I will text you when and where to meet. I am guessing you have people watching my house, and me too,” I said. He nodded, “Prez ordered it.” “Front left side of the house, second floor window, just above the driveway, is my bedroom. In case you don’t hear from me in the next couple of hours,” I said, stepping away from him, his hands catching mine. “If I don’t hear from you in an hour, I am coming for you,” he responded. I nodded and moved to turn and leave the room, but I stopped. I was still holding his hand. I looked down at how gently this big man was holding my hand. How he declared his love and showed he cared for me more than anyone else had in the nearly eighteen years I have been alive. I stepped closer to him, rose up on my toes, and pressed my lips to his cheek, in one very quick movement. Even though he had been watching me the entire time, he was clearly stunned and surprised by the gesture. But before he could say anything, I ran from the room, waved goodbye to my friends, before hurrying from the school building and into the parking lot. I climbed straight into my truck, as two men climbed, sporting Phoenix Knights cuts, on to their bikes. The drive home was only about twenty minutes. Those two bikers followed me and parked near two other bikers a few doors down the road. They made it obvious that they were watching my house. It made me feel a little bit safer. I got out of my truck and slammed my door shut, leaving my bag inside, and just taking my phone in with me. Thankfully, Harry’s car was not here, which had to mean he was at work. I went straight inside the house, slamming the front door behind me, finding my mother in the kitchen. She looked annoyed by my presence as always. “Why didn’t you come home last night? It is not right for a young girl to stay out all night,” she spoke first. I crossed my arms across my chest, raising an eyebrow, taking a stance I knew she hated. It probably reminded her of my biological father. “William Anderson,” I said calmly. I watched as she paled and her eyes went wide. She began to stammer over her words, which is something she had never done before. I chuckled, “So, is it true that he is my biological father?” “He was your sperm donor, nothing more. I am the one who raised you,” she said. “A sperm donor who will fight for me, who would have given me the life I should have had if he had known about me. What did you give me? A stepfather who abuses me. Who has left me with cracked, possibly broken ribs, left me covered in bruises? Then there is you, the one who was supposed to give me the world, as any mother should for her children. Instead, you look at me constantly with hatred and disgust. Why, because I am too much like my father. You are not a mother, you are nothing more than an egg donor to me now. I am getting my things, and then I am gone,” I responded so coldly, that I honestly felt nothing anymore. I think I had become numb to her, to it all. I didn’t wait for her to respond, I just walked straight upstairs to my bedroom. I looked out the window and spotted the bikers. One of them had his eyes fixed on my window. I got to work packing my clothes first, just enough for a couple of weeks. I pulled the hidden stash box from behind a panel in my wardrobe. This stash box had the fake IDS and credit cards. Then I went for the second stash box, which was in an air vent, that just had cash inside it. I had just finished packing them when my egg donor came into my room. “Are you really leaving?” she asked, her eyes red from crying. I sighed, “What do you expect? He will kill me if I stay here any longer. Jesus, he threatens it enough.” “Will you go to your biological father?” she questioned, as I turned to look at her. “That is none of your business anymore,” I said, as I spotted the phone in her hand. She probably had Harry on the phone, which meant he would be leaving work and would probably rush to get home. So, I knew I needed to move faster. “You don’t know anything about the things your biological father has done,” she tried to argue. “And, when was the last time you actually paid attention to what I liked, to what I could do, besides getting good grades, and knowing how to apply make-up, so no one would find out I was being beaten. Now, leave me alone, I will be gone soon, and you will never have to see me again,” I said, moving towards my bathroom. She left the room, looking defeated, not that I actually cared about her anymore. I grabbed whatever products sprung to mind first, and just threw them in my suitcase with what clothes and shoes I had thrown into it. I grabbed my empty duffle bag, and began chucking whatever of my computer parts or documents I had stacked up, ready for me to leave. It had been in planning for weeks now, I just had to wait until I had enough resources behind me to do it. Turns out I didn’t even need to wait, I could have just focused on finding my biological father, and I would have been able to ages ago. All the years I could have saved myself from being beaten by Harry, if I had just looked for my biological father. I received a text message on my phone from c*****e asking if everything was okay. So, I decided to call him. He needed to know that I was ready to leave, and I needed to tell him where to meet me.