@samcroflorida
riding up towards mara’s family’s house, morgan couldn’t help but think about all the times he’d picked her up in the middle of the night, whether it be because she’d had a fight with her family or just because she wanted a cuddle, all of them were good memories because of one single fact — she had needed him.
it had been a week since their fight and not once had she called him, not once had she told him she needed him and not once had she shown up at the clubhouse to talk things through. morgan had been completely convinced that things were over, which had lead to tears being shed in private while putting on a brave albeit slightly depressed face while with the guys. but there were only so many tears he could cry, before the need for her set in, which was why morgan found himself parking his bike in front of her house, storming towards the door in anger; anger pointed towards himself more than anyone else.
banging on the door, the male shouted, convinced that mara could hear him on the other side, “ mara! please come out. i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry! ” as he yelled, his bangs against the door became more and more harsh, until he heard the door unlock. a spark of hope formed within him, but like water on a flame, the spark went out when seeing mara’s father open the door. “ i need to see her, sir. ” although morgan held no respect for her father, he figured politeness was the best approach if he was to have any chance of seeing mara’s face again. the older man shook his head, explaining to morgan that there was no need for him to see her, that she didn’t want to see him.
quickly morgan’s anger was diverted from himself towards the man blocking his way, but before he could throw a punch, her mother stepped out of the house, pushing him back. “ I FUCKING NEED HER! ” morgan shouted, throwing out his arms, before adding at the top of his lungs, “ MARA GET OUT HERE!! ”
