𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
Paid story for @alohomorasomnium. Word Count: 2k Warnings: swears, implied past domestic violence/abuse (no details at all), stalking
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-𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹-
It started with your missing mail. Then things started to move from the places you swore you had left them. And then one afternoon, you found the back door unlocked. No force of entry, nothing broken or shattered. Almost as if you forgot to lock it, or … someone had a key.
But it had been left slightly ajar. You knew why, it was a message.
And you knew exactly who by.
However, no one but you had a key to your house. So, how he got a key? Well, you were completely clueless. Because it was on your set of keys, unmarked for this very reason.
That afternoon, you had found both Bea and Dobby hiding underneath your bed, with Bella cowering yet standing firm at your bedroom door. Your heart had dropped to your stomach when you came home. Your pets’ names on your lips, heart thudding wildly.
Whatever confidence Charming had given you, was shattered. That stone-by-stone of building self-confidence had crumbled completely. Making you feel worthless and small. You had felt those exact same things when you were with your ex-fiancé.
And now he’d found you. After all this hiding, all these precautions, he had finally found you. And what was your only option? To run. Like you had before. Barely able to speak to your family, leaving everything you knew behind, to go into hiding in a place far away from him. Since the police couldn’t – or wouldn’t, do anything about it. Since you couldn’t get any evidence. Or what you could get was somehow destroyed.
And now he had ruined what you had built here.
So, that’s how Opie found you. With tears running down your cheeks, and a few suitcases and bags that were being filled by various things. But really, you didn’t know your next move. Maybe you could go to an inn? A nearby bed and breakfast? Because surely he wouldn’t do anything with other people around.
At least your animals were safe…but what establishment nearby would take in three animals? God, now you were back at the beginning.
And you couldn’t tell Opie anything about it. You just couldn’t. It was too dangerous. And you didn’t want to get him involved, it wasn’t his problem. He had already helped you with so much.
You wouldn’t put anyone else in danger. Even though you had filed a report, and had lawful precautions in place, that didn’t stop your ex from doing what he wanted – taunting you.
– 🛠 –
You heard a knock at the door, but it didn’t startle you. It was the same knock that the same person used every time he came over. The same knock you had heard everyday for the past month.
Sobbing, unable to compose yourself, you cried out, “come in.”
You didn’t want Opie to see you like this. You knew you looked like hell. You hadn’t slept at all last night or showered. No brush had been stroked through your hair, but you were able to brush your teeth – if only for a few minutes before you became paranoid that you were being watched.
Since coming home, you had holed up in your bedroom, your pets by your side, and a handgun next to you that your father gave you when you left all those months ago.
But now you had to leave. You didn’t want to, but what other choice did you have?
Opie’s footsteps were unregistered in your mind, which was too busy with flinging thoughts and images of the past. A mess both inside and out.
As soon as Opie saw the suitcases, his heart fell.
“Kaelie, what’s going on?” His deep voice would have scared others, it did scare others, but it was such a comfort to you.
Your own bodyguard. That’s what he was. Well, that’s how you saw him.
That’s how your pets saw him too. Bella was wagging her tail like a goddamns helicopter, and usually Opie would bend down and rub her belly, but he didn’t.
“What’s going on?” He stood in the doorway, his head practically touching the top, his form filling the whole door.
“I have to go-“ you said, walking around the room, your mind scattered, as were your things. Clothes were on the bed, shoes pulled from the closet, photos, mementos…everything was…everywhere.
“Why?” You heard it then, the break in his usually calm demeanour. It was frantic. Only small, but it was there.
“He-he was fucking here, and I have to fucking go!” You said, with tears streaming down your face.
“Hey, hey,” he took a few steps over to you and wrapped his large arms around you. For a second you froze, and then you let it all out. Clutching onto him, fogging up your glasses, you cried as the fear of your ex-fiancé loomed over you.
For what felt like hours, Opie held you. Moving the things on the bed so you could both sit down. There might have been a moment where you fell asleep; exhaustion finally catching up with you.
Once you woke, you saw that your hand was firmly clasped in Opie’s, and your head was on his lap. He smelt like soap, leather and cigarettes.
You sat up, wiping your eyes, which were burning and slightly puffy.
“I have to go Ope,” your voice was small.
“Where-“ he gave a small cough before continuing, “where are you planning to go?” There was true concern in his voice, it laced every word.
He tried his best not to show the anxiety racing through his veins.
You did your best not to start crying again, not to let your bottom lip wobble and eyes water. But you shook your head and cried anyway.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. I – I know a place,” and he wiped the tears running down your cheeks.
– 🛠 –
With the Sons all sat at the table, Clay at the head, Opie was ready to ask a favour. Even though his own father knew nothing about Kaelie, he was ready to open up his heart if it meant she would be protected.
After the important points had been discussed, Opie coughed and everyone looked at him. The eyes of his brothers made him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t like the spotlight. Unlike Jax, who thrived in it.
But for Kaelie, he would endure being uncomfortable.
“Look guys, I know this is a big ask. But…can we get someone to trail Kaelie?”
Happy cocked his head to the side, obviously oblivious to the woman. The rest on the other hand, knew exactly who Ope was talking about.
Jax looked at his brother with a smirk, “hey, gettin’ serious are we?” The blonde leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms with a wink.
“I - ugh, I think she’s in a rough spot. Some ex of hers won’t leave her alone.” Jax unfolded his arms and dropped the smirk.
“Say no more,” Clay nodded his head and motioned to Half-sack who nodded in return.
“Thank you,” Opie replied. The tension in his shoulders loosened a bit, but not by much. Jax’s eyes didn’t leave Opie as the men started to leave the chairs.
And when the Sons walked out of the room, Jax hung back. Opie still in his chair.
“You alright, brother?” Jax only then noticed the dark circles underneath the biker’s eyes. The faraway look, and if he could peer into Opie’s head, he would find the image of Kaelie. Of her hurt, her…killed. He wouldn’t let that happen. Not another Donna. Her fate wasn’t going to be like his deceased wife’s.
“Ah, you know what. No,” Opie shrugged his shoulders and Jax took a seat next to his closest friend. Leaning forward, his attention was undivided. But there was silence for a few moments. The air heavy with cigarette smoke and deep words unsaid.
“You really feel something for her, huh?” Arms resting on his knees, Jax played with the rings on his fingers. He pushed the hair out of his face, still looking at Opie. They hadn’t made eye contact. Opie just couldn’t … look him in the eye.
“Man… I do,” like a punch to the gut, the realisation nearly took the air from his lungs. God, Opie really did care about you. Kaelie, the animal-lover. The freckled, hazel-eyed, glasses wearing woman, with her long thick, beautiful hair.
Yeah, Opie was in deep.
“Shit,” Opie mumbled.
“Oh yeah.”
– 🛠 –
That same day you moved into Opie’s place. He couldn’t let you stay at your house, or see you leave. Running wasn’t going to help this situation. It wasn’t going to fix it. Wherever she went, her ex was going to follow.
Moving your stuff to Opie’s wasn’t too difficult, but emotionally it felt like it. You wanted to feel independence, but now you were in need of protection. It gave you a heavy stone-like feeling in your stomach. Anxiety wasn’t a big enough word for it. It was that an animalistic instinct telling you that danger was near.
But you were again, so grateful for Opie. He had given up his bed, his privacy, his home, just for you.
When he first suggested it, you were completely against the idea. “No, no, Ope, I can’t … I would be putting you in danger,” and he nearly laughed at that. Because his life was constant danger. Not knowing who to trust, how many days he had left to live.
Helping you gave him solace. It gave him … a greater purpose. And easily enough, the five of you had gotten on well.
You fell into a routine with Opie. You shared house tasks, his specialty being a family dinner that Donna had taught him how to make. He did the washing and folding, and on alternative nights you cooked.
And then when Opie was invited to club dinners, so were you. Unofficially, you became associated with Opie. Wherever he went, you weren’t too far.
It made days at home so much brighter for Opie.
He let you bring everything from your house over. Even the dozens and dozens of plants and pots of flowers, your puzzles, and all of your knitting supplies. To make you feel at home, he even set up a cosy corner where the sunlight hit perfectly, warming you while you could knit away.
Happiness had taken over the places where fear had been. Where darkness hummed, light now warmed. And it was the same with your animals as well. Even though your cats took some time to get used to another new home, Bella thrived. Opie’s backyard was much bigger than yours; plenty of space for her zoomies. One night at dinner, Opie nearly said, “We should get another dog,” but remembered … you were only roommates. You weren’t together.
It was a solemn thought to the biker. Who had endured endless quips from the Sons, telling him to ask you out. But Opie didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or that you had to go out with him.
He would hate if you ever felt pressured, especially if he was the main cause.
Sitting up from the couch, Opie saw a yellow envelope that had been slid underneath the door. Throwing the knitted blanket aside, (one you had made years ago), he grabbed it and tore it open.
Inside were photos of Opie and you. The day he found you packing. From the angles, he knew they were from hidden cameras in your room. And ones from the kitchen, the living room and the hallway…and the bathroom.
They went back from the day you stepped foot in your new place.
The sick bastard had been spying on you the whole time you had been in Charming. And now he knew that you had moved in with Opie. It wasn’t fear for him that overcame him, but the fear for your well-being. This was more than fucked up. This was … psychological warfare.
Had he been like this when they were together? Opie didn’t know because you hadn’t really spoken about that time.
But one thing he knew for certain.
“He’s fucking dead,” Opie growled, his plated tooth shining in the moonlight.
