Free Creed: Fallen Angel's MC by Erin Trejo Page B

start to dance. It feels good to let loose and relax. I haven’t had this feeling in a long time.
    The music is blasting and I’m a little tipsy but still in control. My body buzzes as I sway to the music. Timmy puts his hands around my hips and we just dance. I don’t pay attention to where Jenny went but then again I don’t really give a shit. She was a little rude anyway.
    “You havin’ fun darlin’?” Timmy leans in closer to me whispering in my ear. A slight discomfort forms in the pit of my stomach. I don’t want him getting the wrong idea.
    “I am.” I pull away slightly, he doesn’t try to hold me and I’m grateful for that. We dance some more when I hear a commotion behind us. Timmy pulls away quickly and before I can spin around to see what’s going on, Creed has his hands wrapped around my shoulders.
    “What the fuck you think your doin’?” He shakes me slightly making me startle. What the hell did I do? This reminds me too much of Kenny.
    I try to pull away from his grasp but his hold is too strong.
    “I didn’t do anything. Creed, you’re hurting me.” His hands tighten almost of their own accord while his eyes glue me in place.
    “You lettin’ my brother’s grind all over you and that’s nothin’ huh?” Shaking me again, I can feel everyone’s stares. I know all eyes are on us now.
    “I didn’t do anything but dance.”  Creed looks like he’s about to fucking explode at any second. Jenny walks over putting her hand on his arm causing something to stir within me. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I jealous?
    “She didn’t do anything, hon. We were all dancing together.” Creed looks at me with a hard glare before he looks over at Jenny.
    “Oh yeah? So I guess it’s ok if we dance then huh?” Jenny’s smile isn’t a fake one this time. No, this bitch is all too happy to have Creed letting go of me and moving towards her.
    I watch like a fool as he grips her hips roughly dragging her against his body.  Hatred sparks inside of me and I want to slap that bitch.
    “Guess you’re just an Angel chaser too.” One of the other guys walks past me and says. I turn to look at him but he just walks away. Is that all I am here? Is that why I was brought here?
    Thoughts flood my mind but nothing makes sense to me. With the sudden urge to run, I do just that.
    I head straight towards the door. I push my way through the growing crowd of people until I reach the main door. Pushing through it, I stop to take a deep breath of the cool night air.
    Is that all I am to Creed? He would have told me if that was the case wouldn’t he?
    “You don’t know him anymore Jada.” Talking to myself, I realize I need to face the facts.
    “You still know my heart.” I didn’t even hear that asshole come out behind me. Damn he is sneaky.
    I don’t turn to look at him because I know I will lose it. Instead, I start to walk towards the tree line needing to be alone. I’m so lost in my own head that I don’t notice him walking behind me until I drop to my knees.
    “Jada!” Creed yells my name and drops next to me trying to pull me into his grasp but I shake him off. I don’t need this shit.
    “Don’t touch me, Creed. You should have told me that’s all I was here.” A lone tear slides down my cheek but I wipe it away quickly. I won’t let him break me too. Not after Kenny.
    “What the fuck are you talkin’ about woman?”  Creed moves to sit in front of me now when his hands dart to my face.
    “One of those guys said I was a fucking Angel chaser. I will not stay here and be the same thing I was forced to be there, Creed. I can’t handle that shit anymore.” I lose it at the thought. I don’t want to be a whore for anyone. I thought he was different.
    “Who the fuck said that? If that’s what you think you’re here for get the fuck up and walk. I don’t know how else to say this to you. I don’t know why the hell Pres. brought you here that night but we can damn sure find