Page 8 of Raw Honey
"So it doesn't bother you?"
"Look, Honey, everyone has a past. We've all done things that we're not proud of. But I can see that you are truly trying to change your life around and I admire that. You're on the right course and I would never hold your past against you."
"You really are something."
"What do you mean by that?" he asks.
"It's just that I have never met anyone like you. You're a big, strong biker dude, president of this MC. You're demanding and hard…but at the same time, you're one of the most understanding and kind guys I have ever met. You're one in a million, Ice. Don't ever forget that."
"Oh, baby, if you only knew. But thank you."
"So how long have you been president?" I ask. I've wondered about this for a while now, but it never seemed to be the right time to ask.
"I was voted in as president about three months before you came."
"That's it? I thought you'd been president for a lot longer."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. So what happened to the guy who was president before you?"
"He was killed by a rival MC."
"Oh no! Which one?"
"The only one that gave us problems, the Satans. But I quickly took care of that."
"What'd you do?"
"Let's just say that they crawled back into their hole after I was done with them. Hopefully never to be heard from again."
"Oh."
Ice drinks the last of his bourbon and then looks at his watch. "Well darl'n, I think I'm gonna call it a night. Thanks for keeping me company."
"Anytime, Ice," I reply.
He gets up from the barstool and turns to me. He leans down and kisses me on the cheek and says, "You know, Honey, you'll always have a home here."
It's a good thing I'm still sitting because I can feel my legs go weak.Fuck, it was just a kiss on the cheek.A little breathless, I reply, "Thanks, Ice, I appreciate that."
As he turns and walks away, everything inside me is screaming to follow him and offer myself to him. Lord knows I want to, but I know that would ruin everything. I take a few minutes to get my wits back and then get up, turn out the lights, and head to my room.
More memories of my past begin to consume my mind.
I’m still at the rehab center and I’m now fifteen days clean. I made it through most of the detox and now I am just dealing with the everyday urge to use again. I am told that they won’t release me until I am clean for two months. God, that seems like such a long time. But they say that first they heal the mind, then the body. I never knew the drugs took such a toll on my physical well-being. My body needs hydration, so they make me drink ungodly amounts of water every day. They are constantly checking my meals, ensuring that I am eating nutritionally balanced food. And they allow me to sleep as much as I want, which is the best part of all this. I’m so fucking tired every day.
