Wlw One Shot Collection

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You know those films you watch, and all you can think is, "Fuck, that would be a hell of a life to live"? I have one of those lives. My childhood was something you'd think only happens in the movies. My mother Alyson had me when she was just eighteen years old. Now my father? Well, let's just say he wanted nothing to do with me and chose to leave my mother to raise me by herself, that is until she met Bill when I was only three. A year later and they got married, and had my brother, William. We all lived in a little beat down green house surrounded by a chain-link fence, with houses that were essentially on top of each other throughout the neighborhood. The only word to truly describe where we lived is the ghetto.

Life was rough, but that doesn't mean I didn't have my fair share of fun. One memory that always stuck out was when a friend and I broke into our school and stole random supplies in the classrooms. It was fun up until the time we got caught by the cops. Let's just say my mother and Bill weren't too happy, especially since we may or may not have brought my five year old brother at the time.

Now, the other memory that sticks out isn't exactly the happiest. Every Friday my father, Bill and I would go and do something together after I got out of school. I would wait about an hour or so for him to pick me up at home, then we would leave. This Friday was different. Over three hours had passed and he still hadn't showed up. I continued waiting until my aunt showed up and told me to get in the truck. It was then that she told me what happened.

Bill was at work when three men showed up and robbed the place. One of them started shooting, and Bill was the only one killed. Everything happened so fast. All I remember are the red and blue lights flashing all around us while my mother held on to my brother just staring into nothing. That was the day our lives changed. Not too long after, she had gotten money from his life insurance policy and bought a house out on the country side. Something Bill had always wanted to do. After moving there, I was enrolled in the local high school, and we began a new life. I'm not sure when exactly it happened, but my mother became friends with a few members of the Hells Angels. 

Soon enough they were always around, whether it be them crashing at our place, or drinking and having fun. It was always a pretty hectic environment to be around, but the chaos was something I soon began to crave. Being taught how to shoot guns, roll joints and sell them, riding motorcycles, hiding from the cops, people shooting other people. It wasn't healthy but fuck was it fun. The high it gave was so different from the one you get when smoking. 

Eventually my aunt came and moved into the other house that was on the property, and started hooking up with one of the Hells Angels members. Now this is when all shit broke loose. You see, my aunt is a drug addict. Meth, coke, you name it, she's done it. And the guy she's sleeping with? Well he's just an asshole with severe anger issues. 

Now that you have that little backstory, let's get to the present day. It's been nine years since we moved here and nothing's changed, well except for my mother marrying a complete ass, but that's besides the point. I'm now 25 and my life is still pure chaos. Currently, I was tasked with making dinner. Since it is the middle of summer, we all agreed on a barbecue night. While waiting for the meat to cook, I walk over and lean against the old wooden fence, and pull out a cigarette. After a minute or so of silence, my aunt's boyfriend storms out of the house holding a...wait. Does he have a fucking crossbow??? 

"You fucking bitch, you took my fucking stash!" Oh shit . "What the fuck are you talking about man!? Who gave you a fucking crossbow?" I yell while slowly moving behind the tree. "You know exactly what I'm talking about! I swear to god I'll fucking kill you!" Note to self- don't take a drug addict's weed.  Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I turn around  to see none other than Alcina Dimitrescu, her eyes darting between me and my aunt's boyfriend with a worried expression. "What the fuck is going on here?" Before I have the chance to answer a fucking arrow gets shot, barely missing the two of us. "Take this, you know what you need to do." She tells me as she hands over her hand gun. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this, I've never actually shot someone before!?" I whisper yell while trying to hand it back. 

"It's your problem so you need to take care of it dear. That's how this works." After a moment of staring down at the gun while also trying to ignore the heat spreading across my cheeks from the pet name, I get brought back to reality when the yelling gets closer. Turning back around. and looking past the tree, I see him coming closer and aiming that damn crossbow again. Fuck fuck fuck. Okay, you can do this. Just breath,  aim and breath. 

Everything after that goes by in a flash. All I know is I pulled the trigger and hit him in the thigh. The only thing I can hear is him and my aunt screaming, until Alcina takes the gun from my hand, and pulls me away. Still in shock, I just silently follow her as she takes me to my mothers house. I'm still not entirely sure what's going on, until Alcina drags me into my room and has me sit down on my bed. As i'm slowly coming back into reality, she kneels down to be more level with me, and softly places both her hands on my face. 

"You with me sweetheart? I know it's a lot, but I need you to listen very carefully okay? We don't have a lot of time. Can you do that for me?" Woah, her eyes are beautiful. "Yeah, uhm...yeah im with you". She gives me a small smile before saying "Good sweetheart. I need you to pack a bag okay? Me and you are going to go to this little cabin I have along the coast and stay there for a few weeks while that asshole cools down. Now-" She grabs my hands and pulls me to stand with her. "I'm going to get the car ready while you pack your bags. I'll be right back." With that she leaves my room, and I begin packing my stuff. 

Alcina has only been in town for about 8 months, but she spends a good amount of time here. She's good friends with another member of the Hell's Angels that basically lives here, and she's been staying with him. We hardly ever talk but I find that my eyes are always drawn to her whenever she's around. There is no denying that she is quite possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. If you don't know her, she's intimidating as all hell, but the more you know her, the more you know that it's mostly just a front. Don't get me wrong though, if you cross her you will absolutely come to regret it. 

I've had a crush on her since she first started hanging around here, and anytime she even speaks to me my cheeks immediately heat up. I think she knows about my crush, but it's never spoken about. 

After about ten minutes, Alcina walks back into my room just as I finish packing. "Alright, the cars all ready to go. You ready?" She says, pulling me out of whatever trance I was in. "Yeah, lets go." We say goodbye to my mother and brother, and head out. A few minutes pass I decide to break the silence. "Will he be okay?" She glances over at me before replying. "He will be. Lost a good amount of blood, but the man thing will live." Now that causes me to turn and face her with a slight smile on my face. "Man Thing? Where the hell did you get that." A wide grin spreads across her face as she laughs lowly. "Something my mother used to always say, I suppose it stuck along with her hatred towards men. Those are the only two things we ever had in common." 

Another hour passes filled with soft music playing from the radio. Oddly enough it's jazz music. "Where exactly are we going? I know you said it's along the coast." She turns to look at me for a moment before paying attention to the road again. "I have this cabin just outside of New Port over in Oregon. Nobody really knows about it so I figured it would be a safe place to go. In a few hours though, we're going to stop by a motel or something and stay the night. You've had a rough day, some sleep will be good for you." Another moment passes before I speak again. "Thank you." I whisper while turning my head towards her. 

By this time, it's already dark. The moonlight shone down on her face in the most beautiful way. My eyes trailed from her thick raven hair, to her long eyelashes, the small wrinkles by her eyes, down to her nose, finally landing on her lips. I didn't realize she was looking at me until I saw her lips curl into a smirk, causing me to look away to try and hide the blush forming. "Enjoying the view dear?" She chuckles. "But why are you saying thank you?" After gaining some composure I look in front of me watching the trees pass us. "For everything. For getting me away from there for a while, helping me. Also for taking me to your cabin. You didn't have to." She looks at me for a second before saying "There's no need to thank me sweetheart."suddenly she rests her right hand on my thigh, squeezing it slightly. "It was no problem at all." 

About thirty minutes later, she pulls in to a motel and parks the car. "Do you want a seperate room, or are you okay with sharing. It's whatever you're comfortable with okay?" Without any thought I say "Sharing one is fine with me. Cheaper that way." Shit, why did I say that. Now we're probably sharing a bed. Oh god i'm going to be sharing a bed with her. "Alright, I'll go get us checked in. I'll be right back." With that she leaves the car, and goes into the main building. 

Now alone with my thoughts, I can't stop thinking about what I did. Yeah, it may have been to protect myself from the crazy bastard, but I still shot someone. I grew up around shit like this happening, but I've never been the one to hurt someone. Now everytime I close my eyes, all I can see is me pulling the trigger, and him bleeding. 

The passenger car door opening jolts me from my thoughts, but I'm only met with the face of Alcina. "I got us a room, I'll grab our stuff if you're ready?" She reaches her hand out to help me get out of the car. It sounds so unbelievably cliche but the moment our hands met I felt something. Is this what people describe as sparks? Our hands linger for a moment before I pull away and grab a bag.

We both get settled into the room before we lay down on opposite sides of the bed, and say goodnight. An hour passes with me staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of today over and over again in my head. Going over every possibility. Every consequence. I don't even realize that Alcina is awake and turned over to face me. "Are you okay sweetheart?" My entire body jumped as an embarrassing yelp left my mouth, causing her to start laughing. Not just the small little chuckles I normally hear from her, but full blown laugh. "Oh jesus christ you scared the living hell out of me. I thought you were asleep." (I can only hear frank from shameless saying "oh jesus christ'')

Once she calms down a bit, she wipes the tears from her eyes. "Oh god, I wasn't expecting that reaction. I couldn't sleep, and from what I can tell, you're too in your mind to sleep." "Yeah." I whisper. "I keep thinking about what happened, and all the things that could happen now. I don't know if I ever really want to go back to be honest." I turn my head to look at her, and once again, I get lost in her eyes. It's almost impossible not to. From afar they look almost golden, but the closer you are, the more you see the blue in them as well.

"I get that. Sometimes I don't want to go back either. That's why I have the cabin. It's my safe place where I can get away from everyone. Don't get me wrong, I loved the life I lived for a while, but it's getting to be a bit too much. Sometimes I catch myself thinking about what my life could be or could have been. I always wanted a family. At least three daughters and a wife. But I got too caught up in this life. One of my biggest regrets." Not knowing exactly what to say, I move my hand from my stomach to hers, lacing our fingers together. Before I can doubt myself and pull back, she holds it tightly, running her thumb over my hand. "I always dreamed of something like that. I loved this life growing up, but I don't anymore. I just want to live a normal life, away from all the violence, the guns."

 Turning over onto my side, I look over her face once more, not realizing she's doing the same to me. "We should sleep. We've got another six hours at least to drive tomorrow." She whispers, breaking our trance. "Yeah, I suppose so...goodnight Alcina." "Goodnight sweetheart." Separating our hands, I turn over to my other side, trying to sleep. After a moment I feel Alcina wrap her arm around me. She grabs my hand, once again lacing our fingers together, and buries her head into the back of my neck. After the initial shock wears off, my body melts against hers, and we both eventually fall asleep. Why does she make me feel so...safe?

The next morning I was the first one to wake up. We ended up in a different position than we fell asleep in last night. Alcina's arm was still wrapped around me but now my face was buried in the crook of her neck. I didn't move from that position, even as I felt her begin to wake up, instead choosing to bury myself further into her comfort. After a moment I felt a hand begin to comb through my hair, while the other tightened the grip it had on my waist. 

"Goodmoring sweatheart" Holy fuck her morning voice. "Hmm, morning." I mumble into her neck. Her hand that was wrapped around my waist begins lightly going over my spine through my shirt. "We have to leave soon if we want to make it there at a decent time." I roll away from Alcina onto my back and groan. "Do we have to." Lightly laughing she says "Yes, we do have to. Trust me little one, the cabin is much better than this cheap motel." Oh my god the pet name please help me "Are you blushing love?" She says while she pulls me to straddle her waist. Holy fuck what is this woman doing. "Do I make you nervous?" She whispers, sitting up so we're face to face. My eyes dart between her eyes and her lips. "I know you have a crush on me sweetheart. It's cute." fuck. 

I try to get up off of her but she wraps her arms around my waist, and I suddenly feel her soft lips on mine. One of her hands traveled up to my neck to deepen the kiss while the other pulled my body closer to hers. It sounds so stupid, but when our lips met, it's like time itself stopped. My heart was pounding out of my chest once she wrapped her hand around my throat. Moments later we finally break the kiss, pressing our foreheads together. As soon as our eyes made contact, I started laughing uncontrollably, and moved my head to her shoulder. Her arms wrap around me again as she joins my laughter. 

"God this is so not what I thought would happen." I managed to get out before calming down. Lifting my head from her shoulder, I wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her in for more shorter kisses. I don't think I could ever get tired of the feeling of her lips against mine. "You know" she begins, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear then cupping my face, "I happen to have liked you for quite a few months. I just never had the opportunity to do anything about it." Pecking her lips again, I say "Well, I think you may need to do something more about it." Smirking, she flipped us so that she was hovering over me. One thigh between my legs, and her arms on both sides of my head. "Oh do I now?" She says before smashing her lips on mine, bringing one hand to rest on my throat. She breaks the kiss, lioks in my eyes and says "I promise you this, I'll always look out for you. My heart is yours." then reconnects our lips in a passionate kiss.

Yep, I'll definitely never get tired of her lips on mine.