Tears of an Angel (Hellhound's MC)

Chapter 3

Present Day Agnes POV (Agnes is 17, and Killian is 18)

The familiar rumble of a motorcycle tells me my home is about to be invaded. I let out a groan of annoyance and roll myself further into my blankets. If they wanted me out of bed, they'd have to drag me.

All of two minutes later, and I feel the bed dip. A heavily muscled arm gently attempts to untangle me from my cocoon of warmth. 

"Angel, you'll be late for school," A deep voice hums.

"So? What am I going to use Significant Figures for anyway?" I attempt to roll away from him.

Suddenly, he rips the blankets out from under me, and tosses me over his shoulder.

"Um hello, excuse me? It's rude to pick people up without asking you know," I yell as I try to wiggle free of his grasp. No chance of that though, the man's a beast.

He simply chuckles at my attempts at escape, and continues walking. He tosses me on the living room couch, and tells me he'll be waiting outside when I'm ready. Begrudgingly, I get dressed myself in some shorts and a halter top.

I finally walk outside to find Killian sitting on his bike. He's been giving me a ride to school ever since he got it when he was sixteen. The thing is his pride and joy, and I've never seen him ride with anyone else.

He looks me at me with a neutral expression. Slowly, his eyes trail the length of my body. I feel my face heat up. Killian is attractive, I won't deny it, but he's currently prospecting for the club, so he has enough to deal with. Also, I don't think he likes me like that.

His eyes come back to rest on my face. I see a muscle in his jaw tick.

"You really shouldn't wear stuff like that," He said gruffly.

"Why not?" I asked him, cocking my head slightly.

His jaw clenches, before he looks me in the eye again.

"No reason, angel." I just shrug. Must be that time of the month for him.

He tosses me my helmet, and I climb on behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist, and we take off, leaving my empty house behind. Dad wasn't home. He probably got drunk and went home with someone. He's been like this since mom left. I'm still not quite sure what happened. Dad's usually drunk or high when I see him, and when he's sober he doesn't want to talk about it.

Thinking about that just reminds me what good people I have looking after me. The day after my mom left, I told Lana and the guys about it. They told the club, and, upon realizing I was now by myself at home due to my dad's new habits, sent an old lady to my house every night to help me cook, clean, do laundry and such. The friends I've made in that club have become family to me. Piston, who's Killian's dad, and Blade, who's the club president, and Damian's dad, have become father figures to me. Leo and Damian are like goofy older brothers. Lana is m sister in every way but blood. She's also adopted, so in her words, "Blood doesn't mean shit." Then of course, there's Killian. He's just my Killian. He's my best friend. He's someone I confide in, and I just listen when he rants about little things. He's there for me, and I'm there for him.

I lay my head against his back, and breathe in the smell of leather.

He rubs my leg, and I just cherish this moment. His hand on my leg, his scent in my nose, the wind whipping past.

All too soon, we've arrived at school.

Just as there are rumors about the club, there are rumors about everyone associated with them Including me. People have said I'm a club whore, that they're blackmailing me, the list goes on. I'm always quick to disavow those rumors, but people will believe what they want.