megatrash

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

“Vaseline’s in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom,” Caleb said as he looked to Happy, signaling him to go grab it. Then, his eyes glanced up to Lola as she offered to help.

“If you think you could do a better job than Happy,” he began with a smirk, “then by all means.” He could still feel the warmth of fresh blood dripping down the back of his head to his neck, and he used the white shirt he had been wearing to wipe it off, and when he accidentally brushed the fabric against the gash in his head, he winced. “Jesus,” he mumbled. “He shoulda just knocked me out.”

He pointed towards the kitchen. “There’s vodka in the freezer if you need to sterilize it. And in the spare bedroom, there’s a first aid kit. I don’t like doctors.” He got up from the couch, not wanting to bleed on the leather, and sat himself up on a bar stool that was tucked under the kitchen counter, and he sat on it backwards so that he could lean against the back.

“Try not to disfigure me,” he spoke quietly with a chuckle. “This ugly mug can’t take much more damage.”

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Happy couldn’t help but chuckle – and also stare – at the short girl’s actions in the kitchen. “It’s Happy” he corrected her as he diverted his eyes back to the television.

“You’re awfully cheery for being held hostage at this asshole’s house,” he snorted. “You watched him kick a guy’s head in and you’re acting like it’s a damn slumber party.”

Happy was a short, stocky fellow, his gut showed his love of beer and fried food. He was thirty two years old, but he had been with the crew since he was sixteen, taking after an older brother who was eventually let free of the group to raise a family.

He stretched as he made himself comfortable for continuing the conversation, groaning loudly and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“You know, I’ve seen Blue cut off the fingers one by one of one of our own for stealing money. A guy we’d known for years. Didn’t even bat an eye,” Happy explained, wincing at the thought of it. “I almost puked,” he chuckled. “The poor guy goes by Nubs now.”

He turned to her with a serious expression. “I wouldn’t get on his bad side.”

*****

Caleb lifted the hood attached to his jacket over his head as he exited the pick-up truck and began walking down the block in the Nine’s territory. He knew their clubhouse was close, but wasn’t exactly sure where, so he kept an observant eye for any gang activity to pinpoint it’s location.

After a few minutes, he notices bikers hanging outside of an ice cream shop that had another story atop of it, and Caleb couldn’t help but smirk at his findings. Without making eye contact, he walked past the group of men loitering out front and walked through the ice cream shop until he found a door labeled “Stairwell,” and upon entering, he could hear screams of pain pouring out from the top floor.

“Shit.”

Caleb quickened his pace and took a deep breath before he slowly creaked open the door to see T in a chair, bound, while a member of the Nine’s delivered a blow across his face. Caleb tightened his grip around the gun in the back of his jeans as he counted the amount of people in the room. Four, including T.

He nodded as if to reassure himself before walking into the room with confidence, aiming the pistol towards the man’s head who had been harming T. “Back away from him,” he sternly instructed in a quiet voice.

The man laughed. “How did I know someone would come to this little shit’s rescue, huh?”

“He’s a kid, man,” Caleb spoke again. “Let him go.” In an instant, a hard object struck Caleb in the back of the head and caused him to fall to the ground. He pointed his gun up at the man holding a bat above him. “Drop it!”

The man dropped it and backed up. “Untie him, now.”

The other man near T began to work at the knots on his wrists and Caleb watched the other two.

“You’re starting something I don’t think you can finish, Blue,” one of the Nine’s spoke. “He was on our turf.”

“He’ll learn his lesson,” Caleb said as he glared at T. “Come on.”

Once free, T ran over to Caleb as he backed out with the gun still trained towards the Nine’s until they made it to the stairwell, which they the opted to run down and dash to his pick-up.

“You idiot,” Caleb shook his head as he took off down the road. “You coulda gotten us both killed.”

“I’m sorry, Blue,” the boy apologized with a genuine tinge of regret in his voice. “I-I just wanted to make some extra cash.”

“I’m gonna do you a favor,” Caleb began, “I’m not gonna tell Smith about this, unless the Nine’s start shit that is. But, if I need a favor from you, you better not think twice, got it?”

“Got it, man. I swear. Anything.”

“Okay,” Caleb nodded, “I’m gonna drop you off at home.”

*****

Caleb pounded on his own front door until he heard the lock free it and swing open. “I need you to look at my head, man,” Caleb said as he put a finger to it. Blood.

He removed his jacket, then his white shirt which now had blood on the back of the collar that had dripped down from his scalp. “Idiot with a baseball bat only hit me hard enough to break the skin.”

Happy laughed as he attempted to eye it, but Caleb was much taller than him. “Sit, sit,” Happy instructed as he pulled him over to the couch.

“It’s deep, man,” he shook his head. “We probably gotta super glue it.”

“Shit,” Caleb whispered. He was going to kill T himself for this before a rival crew could.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb was in a deep slumber when he was awoken by nails digging into his skin, a sensation he was all too familiar with, but was unpleasantly surprised to wake up to pounding at the front door and Lola shouting at him. He groaned as he struggled to become lucid and walked to the door, unlocking the deadbolt with the key from his pocket. Happy awaited him on the other side.

“What the hell took you so long?” Happy asked frantically, making his way past Caleb into the apartment.

“Sleeping,” he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Little T didn’t listen, man. He said someone called him and asked him for blow in the Nine’s territory. I told him not to do it, but I guess he did. We haven’t been able to find him.” Happy rubbed his temples with frustration. “He’s only seventeen.”

Caleb sighed as he rested his hands on the island in the kitchen, leaned over, and squeezed his eyes shut to think. “The Nine’s probably have him. You think it was a set up?”

Happy shrugged. “No one calls us for anything from that side of town. It might be.”

“Shit,” Caleb whispered. “Okay. Look, I need you to stay here with Lola. I gotta handle this.”

“I don’t wanna babysit man! I wanna go get T with you,” he pleaded.

“You and TJ are the only ones who know about her, and TJ’s setting up shit at his house for Jimmy’s reception. You’re the only one who can stay here.”

“Fine,” he grunted.

Caleb quickly walked to the guest room that Lola was occupying. “Sorry,” he apologized as he walked through to the closet and pulled down a wooden box with a silver latch that held a pistol. He tucked it in the back of his jeans and turned to the girl laying down. “I’ll be back. Happy’s staying here.” He hastily exited the room and closed the door behind him before approaching Happy.

“Don’t fucking touch her, okay?” Caleb demanded with a stern look.

Happy raised his hands. “I won’t, man.”

“Thanks, Hap,” Caleb nodded as he handed the key for the deadbolt that locked the door from the inside. “Keep that safe and lock the door. Don’t let her out.”

And with that, Caleb slipped out of the front door and down to the truck to find T, unsure of what was waiting for him.

Happy plopped down on the couch and sighed, deciding to flip through the channels to occupy his mind, along with lighting a cigarette. He wasn't satisfied with being a babysitter, but for Little T, he'd have to suffice.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb side eyed her at the comment she made about drugs, not taking it seriously. Shea's an enigma, that was for sure, but in the situation a girl like her was in, who knows what was coming out of her mouth was actually true or not? A volunteering, crack smoking college student seemed a bit far fetched.

He laughed at her comment about weed, and he paused for a moment to do the math in his head before replying to her. "Let's see," he squinted an eye shut, "if you're tweet, that means you were four when I started smoking pot. If it hasn't caught up to me yet, I think I'm safe." He scratched his head as a memory came to him. "Got picked on for being skinny when I was a kid. Finally started to out on some muscle when I was older, but if i stopped working outX, you could probably kick my ass."

Why was he telling her all this? They owed each other nothing. Although, it was nice having some female company other than in the bedroom.

Caleb shifted his body to lay down again, this time curling his legs up as much as possible to allow room for Lola to sit. His eyelids were already heavy due to the little sleep he got the night before.

"If anyone knocks or calls, wake me up," he said gruffly as he rubbed an eye.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb looked up to Lola as he heard her voice pierce the silence in the living room, and his eyes immediately locked on her stomach tattoos momentarily before traveling back up to her eyes. He chuckled at her statement followed by: "Yeah, yeah she does. She shouldn't, though. Her stomach's not nearly as nice as yours."

He fought the urge to wince at his words as they came out of his mouth. His years of saying whatever he felt to women were betraying him now as he tried to keep their relationship platonic. A girl like Lola probably would pay no attention to his comment, anyway, so he decided to not let the awkwardness linger in the air any longer.

"And no, I'm fine."

Caleb stood up slowly and headed to his room to grab a rolling tray and supplies for a joint, bringing it all back to the coffee table a minute later. His tattooed fingers works at the small piece of paper, and as he finished, his tongue slid back and forth lightly to seal its contents. Once satisfied, he lit it with care and exhaled the smoke up to the ceiling. A sigh of relief escape him.

"You smoke?" he asked as he signaled to it with his free hand. "Figured if we have nothing to do all day, I could catch up on some sleep."

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

The tension in the air was rapidly growing until a knock sounded at the door, causing Caleb to feel relieved from the awkwardness. He was greeted by TJ holding a garbage bag full of what he assumed to be his girlfriend’s.

“I convinced her to get rid of some stuff for Goodwill. Didn’t think she’d give me this much,” he laughed as he handed the bag over to Caleb.

“Thanks, man, I really appreciate it,” Caleb nodded before looking behind him Lola momentarily. “Uh, step out into the hall with me for a minute.”

“What’d you tell Smith?” Caleb asked once he closed the front door shut behind him.

“That you were sick. He thinks it’s ‘cause of the Jimmy thing, so I’d just go with that,” TJ explained. “You figure anything out? You’re gonna have to let her go or hand her over to Smith eventually.”

Caleb sighed. “I know. I just feel like Smith’s gonna do something harsh to her. I don’t want her to get hurt.”

TJ’s face morphed into a quizzical expression. “Why do you care?”

“She’s a woman,” he whispered. “I know Smith has the same beliefs as we do, but the potential blowback could make him change his mind. She’s a young girl. I think she’ll keep quiet.”

TJ nodded and sighed. “Fine, man. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” Caleb waved as he entered the apartment once again, this time tossing the bag of clothes on the floor next to Lola’s feet. “I guess pick what you want. The rest I’ll get rid of.”

He resumed his seat on the couch, slightly wiggling his body to help him sink down into a comfortable position. Hopefully with her dressed, he'd find it easier to keep his eyes off her and mind on the situation at hand. Hopefully.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Without taking his eyes off the television, he groaned involuntarily as he lifted himself up to a sitting position to make room for Lola who had opted to not get dressed yet. Was this all apart of some scheme she was planning? Getting him to develop an attraction to her so that he would go easy on her, slip up maybe, so that she could escape? Caleb decided to proceed with caution and not let himself get caught up in her beauty and to focus on figuring out an end game.

His plan already fell through, when he caught his eyes lingering on her neck and collarbones, still glistening slightly from the shower she had taken. As soon as he realized what he was doing, his eyes quickly darted elsewhere, and he rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration before his phone rang.

"Yeah," he answered.
"No, I told you guys you can't sell there. Are you guys trying to get shot?"
A brief pause, allowing the man on the other line to speak.
"I said no, Monty. Tell T I'll kick his fucking teeth in if he goes into their territory. Got it?"

Caleb hung up the phone and slipped it back in his pocket quickly. He was already growing restless sitting at home, so he opted to pick up his boots from the floor to clean the small amounts of blood still left on them from the blow to Connor's head. After quickly licking his thumb, it rubbed the toe of the boot with force until the spot he was focused on began to break free from the leather. He'd have to clean them more thoroughly soon, especially if the body was found. He couldn't risk leaving behind any evidence.

Speaking of, he found his eyes had somehow wandered to the pair of legs sitting next to him. How the hell was he going to keep this under control? His eyes focused back on the boots, which he continued to work at as an attempt to distract himself from Lola.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb was mindlessly watching the TV when Lola appeared in his peripheral vision heading into the kitchen, causing him to turn his head towards her. He froze before his eyes scanned her body from head to toe slowly, pausing on different areas until he realized what he was doing. "Shit," he mumbled as he shook his head and turned back to the TV in front of him. "Made yourself comfortable, huh?"

He checked the time on his phone. 9:03 AM. What the hell was he going to do with her all day? He wasn't used to having a day off, especially one where he had to babysit. Wait, he was being too nice, wasn't he? She was his hostage for Christ's sake. He didn't have to entertain her.

Caleb sighed as he lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke towards the screen. It was going to be a long day.

"There's not much to entertain yourself with here. I'm not here that often." His voice was gruff from the night before and the cigarette in his hands. He used his feet to kick off his boots onto the floor, and he laid out on the couch horizontally with the cigarette dangling from his lips.

For his sake, he'd have to find something to do to keep his mind occupied. Watching the news all day in paranoia wasn't going to help the situation.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb had mindlessly navigated them back to his apartment; it was muscle memory that allowed him to drive all the way there with no recollection of the drive itself. As he was pulling in to the parking garage, he looked over to his right to see his passenger had fallen asleep, and his eyes instantly locked onto the scar that trailed down her neck. He had troubling believing guys like that existed, those who would hurt a woman in anger. It was a different during intimacy - he had plenty of women command him to choke them or slap them - but he had never felt the urge to cause a woman harm in any other situation. He was even repulsed by the notion.

His arm went to nudge Lola's after he parked to wake her. "Hey, we're back."

Once reaching the apartment, he locked the deadbolt inside and went to a linen closet to retrieve a towel, tossing it to her. "Feel free to shower if you want. I'll try to get some more clothes from TJ later."

He plopped down on the leather couch and took out his own phone to send a text to both TJ and Happy:
"Cover for me today. Still trying to figure this shit out."

Caleb sighed as a hand ran over his face. She really didn't seem the type to snitch now that he had spent some time with her. Perhaps it'd be better to just let her go. But, if she did decide to say something, and his crew suffered for it, it'd be a situation not even his smart mouth could get him out of, and if Smith didn't kill him first, he'd be dead in jail within the week. They had too many enemies on the inside that a prison sentence was a guaranteed death sentence.

He was starting to feel guilt for keeping a girl like Lola here. He was so used to dealing with high-maintenance, whiny women, that having one here that wasn't even complaining about being his hostage contributed to the overwhelming feeling that he was an asshole.

He picked up the remote on the coffee table and turned on the news, and once watching for a few minutes, he was satisfied with no stories of found bodies. If Connor was found, well, things would get a lot more complicated.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb, at first, ignored the question regarding his plans on how to handle her, mainly because he wasn't quite sure. He knew that, eventually, he'd have to bring her to Smith and hope for the best. But for right now, especially Jimmy's funeral tomorrow, it was best to be quiet.

"Uh, yeah," he replied to her question abut Jimmy. "Something like that."

She began to ramble on, but he didn't bother to try to keep up. Caleb couldn't get too involved in this girl's life, or else the situation would get way too sticky. He did, however, catch one snippet and decided to comment:

"I never understood that shit." They were walking to his truck, and when they reached it, he opened the door for her. "Why girls wear shit they don't like. What's the point?"

He shook his head as he climbed in the drivers seat. "I had a girlfriend once who always complained about how bad high heels hurt her, but she'd wear them every fucking day. I didn't understand, and I still don't."

They were now on the road back to his apartment, and he rubbed his temples as they pulled up to a red light. "You'll be home soon, okay? I just need more time."