Chapter 20

What Fresh Fucking Hell Did I Just Walk Into?

Shea

Up until this afternoon, I would have said that things were going smoothly. The kids and I were solidly moving forward, we've formed a tight and supportive unit, I am proud of them, and they depend on me. Obviously I've never been a parent before, but I was a really close and involved aunt, who was deep in the day-to-day minutiae of their lives, so when I became the de facto parent, much of the respect and trust of the foundation of our relationships had already been laid.

Parenting the girls has been a bit easier for me, in that, duh, I was a young girl once. The boys, well, that's all new territory for me. Because my parents chose drugs over my brothers and me, Rocky and Jax were several years older than me, and they for all intents and purposes were my parents, not my brothers. And them being older than me, I never saw them as children, they truly always were the adults I looked up to. The boys legally began raising me when my parents OD'd when I was 9, but unofficially they'd been in charge of my health and well being from my birth on. My parents were so deeply addicted that I have literally zero positive memories of them. My brothers however, well, they always were, and always will be the best men I've ever or will ever know.

I'm sure my brothers were wild, I know as they got older the stories that I have heard certainly support that theory, the things they and others talked about painted them as pretty deep in the man whore world, at least until they met their future wives, then after they found their girls, they didn't slut around at all. They still partied and were crazy with their friends, but as far as their women were concerned, they were all in and completely loyal. They loved and idolized their wives, and if anything threatened or upset the wives, my brothers were lethal in their reactions.

I guess what I'm trying to explain is that my brothers, and the women they married were not just good people, but the best people.  They loved each other, their children, their families and friends with fierce devotion and support, setting an example for their children and me to follow.  They were most definitely 'couple love goals', I thought their kids saw that and would respect and honor that love by finding their own, and treating it gently and respectfully.

So to say that this afternoons surprise caught me off guard, doesn't even begin to explain my shock.  I guess my first mistake was forgetting that the boys are, well, boys.  And they most certainly aren't looking for love, not that I thought they should be, but I also didn't expect to find out that they and their friends were dirty little horndogs, unfortunately, just like my brothers were.

The day was humming along as expected, I got the boys off to school, the girls and I left shortly after. The school nurse called me into her office after 1:00pm, I called in for a monitor while I went to see what was up. Well something wasn't up, it was "out", as in Tess had vomited up the contents of her stomach all over her classroom desk. Thankfully I was able to leave early for the day, I arranged to have Claire go home with a friend after school, and Tess and I left school for home.

It was after 1:00 by the time I pulled up to the house, and was surprised when I saw Rocks car along with several other cars, some I recognized, others I'd never seen before, filling our driveway, but I assumed he'd just run home to pick up a book or something he'd left behind this morning.

Walking up to the front door, I heard what sounded like a loud party coming from inside the house. Thankfully I slid Tess behind me when I opened the door. Because when I opened that goddamn door and saw my nephew Rock, nude on the living room couch, with two naked high school girls straddling him I just about exploded. I quickly turned around and took Tess back to the car and tucked her into the front seat, telling her I'd be back in a few minutes.

Running back to the house, I took a deep breath and stepping into the living room, now seeing it's not just my idiot nephew and two girls, but also a few of his friends and some other girls. "You get the day off of school and forget to tell me Rock?"

I asked that in the coldest and angriest voice I could muster, watching Rock try to push the girls off his lap, then realizing that he was now flashing his aunt his naked junk, ugh.

"Fuck! I'm sorry Aunt Shea, fuck! Um no, the guys and I aren't supposed to be here right now!" Rock was stammering and stuttering, unable to form a complete sentence.

"Everyone get dressed, and get out of here, those of you I recognize, I will be talking to your parents, those I don't know, I'll be tracking down your names, get fucking dressed right now!"

I can smell the pot, now that I'm looking around I see the beer bottles and some other alcohol containers. Now that I know they've been drinking, there's no way they should be driving home.

"Change in plans, I don't know who has been drinking, so none of you are going to be driving. Get dressed and get back into the living room."

Grabbing my phone, without thinking I text War.

Me: Major problem at the house, can you grab some brothers and a few cars and meet me at home, ASAP?

War: Whats wrong baby? Everything ok??? Got Rider, Stoner and Hack, otw. 5 min

Me: Please hurry!!!

Slowly seven now fully clothed 16 and 17-year-old boys arrive in the living room. Nine girls, in various states of dress are quietly sniffling and not making eye contact with me, are also in the room. I notice that Rock keeps texting and looking upstairs. All of a sudden a feeling of dread washes over me.

"Rock, where is your brother right this second, and don't you dare lie to me!"

Rock drops his head to his chest and sighs deeply before looking up and looking so damn guilty.

"He's in his room right now."

"So help me god Rock, is he alone, or does your 15 year old brother have company up there?!"

"Um, I don't thin he's not alone, but I don't know who's with him, maybe he's alone?"  He ends this sentence with a question, and by the evidence down here, and the way this day is going, I know he isn't alone up there.

At that moment, the 16 idiots in front of me have a giant panic as three freaked out bikers run crashing into the living room, the girls squealing and crying, the boys knowing that judgment day has just crashed landed.

War looks around, sees me and stomps quickly across the room to my side, pulling me into his arms and gruffly questioning me.

"Shea baby, you all right? What the fucks going on here? We thought there'd been an accident and you guys were hurt?"

The moment I feel his arms around me, I melt into him and try not to cry.

"I brought Tess home, she was sick, oh my god! I left her in the car!! I'm the worst aunt!!"

I go tearing out of the house, about to run down the drive, when I see Pike, carrying a sleeping Tess in his arms. He tips his head, motioning to the top story where her room is, I nod and mouth "thank you". Pike looks at the front door, sees all the kids and the angry bikers inside and walks to the side door, to presumably take Tess up the back stairs.

As I enter the house, I hear Rock answering Wars questions about what's been going on. Some of the kids are club kids, and Rider says he's texting their dads, the kids who aren't club related are going to get driven home after the kids call their parents first. As all this is going on, I see a girl  with Teller sneaking down the stairs. And damnit, the kid is acting like a macho NFL player after the super bowl. The cocky ass isn't making eye contact with me, but he is smirking at his brother, the little shit.

"What in the world are you laughing about Teller Jackson Hendrix? Get your ass down here now!"

I feel a strong, comforting arm go around my waist and pull me in tightly. As I start to calm, he whispers what should tick me off, but honestly calms me a bit.

"Why don't you go up with Tess, and get her settled, I'll stay here with these idiots, and try to get the story, calm down a bit baby. They're stupid little shits, but this aint the worst."

Raising my eyebrows I snort at his assumption that this isn't the worst.

"Perhaps not the worst, but nowhere near their best!" I'm giving Rock and Tell the evil eye, and I swear to god, they're not looking nearly as contrite as they should be! Huffing off, I stomp up the stairs, pausing at an unwanted clothing item on the stairs.

"Whichever one of you girls has forgotten to put her panties back on, please get the hell over here and pick them up off of my stairs right now!"

Arriving outside Tess room, I hear Pike talking to her, and laughing at her comments. Thanking Pike, I send him downstairs to deal with the dumb asses while I get Tess showered and in pajamas and tucked into bed.

45 minutes later I rejoin the guys in the living room.

Stopping by the kitchen to grab an iced tea before going into the living room, I grab several waters for the guys. In the living room I find, War, Rider, Rock, Teller, Pike and Pikes son Dog. Tossing waters to everyone but the boys and their guests, I sit next to War and look at the boys. Instead of contrition and regret, I'm met with three faces full of cocky confidence. At that moment, it's more than I can stand. I do something that is totally unlike me, I break out into the ugly cry. Full on black mascara tears and chest heaving sobs.

"Oh baby, come here, don't cry, please! You know I can't handle it when you cry!" War sounds genuinely pained, he stands up, pulls me from my seat and takes me across the room into one of the big stuffed chairs where he places me into his lap.

"I'm sorry, but this is too much! I'm doing my best and I'm totally letting Rocky and Jax down! I came home with a sick Tess and I walked into a freaking teen age make out borderline orgy party!  What if Tess saw what was going on! I mean Rock is sitting there naked on the couch, and there were freaking almost naked kids all over the house! And Teller! Teller is 15 and upstairs naked with another girl, doing who knows what! The whole house was full of naked kids! They're freaking kids!  I can't deal with this!" I start crying again, but this time, not quite as ugly.

"See, this is what the fuck I was talking about you dumb shits! Shea is doing her best, and you fuck heads make her feel like she's failing you! Your fuckin baby sister could have seen all of this, you think that's cool? Your 6-year-old sister walking into pot smoke, beer and a junior fucked up sex party? Is that how you think you should be acting in your home? What the fuck you asshole dick heads?!"

War is glaring at the boys, and while I was talking they were smirking like it was so cool and funny, but when War is yelling at them, they finally looked pretty remorseful. This too makes me kind of mad, but honestly, I'm just grateful for the backup.  They keep sneaking sad looks at me, and I know they're upset that their actions have upset me, they're just not upset that they were doing whatever the heck they were doing.

I look at the three boys and ask,

"Whose idea was this, and was this the first time?" Since not one of them will look me in the eye, I'm pretty sure this has happened before.

Rock looks up at me, and I do see he's feeling a little bad.

"Give me the truth, all of it about today, and all the other times this has happened." I'm not glaring, I'm not angry, I'm resigned, I just need to know, because now I'm starting to worry about safe sex and the possibility of pregnancy and diseases.

Rock, Teller, Cam and Dog look at each other, having a quick and wordless communication between themselves. Finally Rock starts to talk.

"This wasn't the first time, but it's just the second time it's been at our house. Um, I'm so sorry Aunt Shea, I didn't know that you and Tess were gonna come home early, last time we had everything cleaned up and we were gone before you guys got home from school."

"How long have you guys been having the sex parties?" I ask this question, totally gob smacked that I'm asking my 17-year-old nephew this question.

"Well, Dog and I have been having sex with girls since we were 13, my dad knew, and Pike knows. Um, we always use rubbers, our dads told us we have to. No glove, no love. The parties started last year, before mom and dad died, but they didn't know about the parties, no grown ups knew. Um, we really never did it here though. Always someone else's house.  And not everyone is having sex, mostly the others aren't, but well, um Dog and me, yeah, I'm sorry Aunt Shea."  Rocks face is contorted in a combination of emotions, a little guilt, a little regret, but mostly just embarrassment.

"You doin this at our house Dog? When I'm at work, makin money for us to live, you havin fuck parties in my house?" I don't think I've ever heard Pike sound so angry.

"No dad, I swear, never at home. Usually at a couple guys from the football teams houses. There's a girl, Cindy, sometimes at her house. You know her Dad, the girl with the big tits?" Dog looks at his dad questioningly.

"What the fuck Dog? You think I'm lookin at some high school girls tits?! Fuck boy, you're dumber than you look!" I swear I think I see smoke coming out of Pikes ears.

"Speaking of age. I know the four of you aren't 18, how old are the rest of guys, and the girls are how old??" I am dreading the answer to this question.

Again, Rock takes the lead on this line of questioning.

"Tell is the youngest, but he started last year, most of the guys are seniors, I think they're 18. I know the girls are all older than me, so maybe 18 for them too? Except for Cindy, she's in my grade, so I guess 17 for her too."

Dog jumps in to clarify this point, that god.

"Nah man, Cindy was held back a few times, she's 18 too, almost 19."

He has the audacity to be pleased with this info, like it makes everything all good.

"Fuck. Do you guys know how screwed up your life could be if someone goes to the cops about this? No way in hell could the club protect you from this!" Pike pounds the table next to him with his fist, the three boys all jump.

I sit up, looking at the boys, and realize, if they get defensive or freaked out, they aren't' going to get any good information from this, so I'm going to have to suck it up and be the calm adult, since the macho bikers don't look like they're going to be able to rein it in.

"Ok, I think what we really need to talk about is the fact that you guys should be using protection every time. Are any of you ready to be dads or have herpes, HIV or venereal warts?"

All of the guys gag, look away from me and start moaning.

"What the hell you dumb asses, you're ready to fuck, but you're not gonna listen to the hard facts?" War growls at the boys in the scariest voice I've ever heard him use.

At this point the non club parents begin arriving, and all hell breaks loose. One of the girls mothers is yelling at me about how she's going to get me fired and how my "biker trash" sons are destroying her little girls innocence. I want to tell her that if her girl is hanging around these boys, there's no way in hell that her daughter is innocent, but I'm trying to explain that all the kids are guilty, not just the boys or the club kids. Another mother now joins the irate woman and they're ripping me up one side and down the other. War whistles loudly and everyone stops talking.

"Look at what your fuckin actions have caused boys, these people are yelling at your aunt, blaming her for your fucked up choices. Now the rest of you, we parents need to talk to our kids about what's apparently been going on for over a year, then we need to get together and figure out how we move them safely forward from this. But I'm gonna warn you now, if one more person yells at my wife and blames her for the fucked up shit all of our kids have started, then we're gonna have a major fuckin problem.  And you, Cindys mom, back the fuck up right now, apparently your daughter has hosted several of these parties." War glares at the woman with the busty girl, she woman pales, then marches her daughter out the door.  War stops talking and holds the door open, letting everyone grab their own pervy kids and head out the door.

It's finally just Rock, Teller, Cam and Dog sitting on the couch, with Hack, Rider, Pike, War and me sitting down trying to figure out what to do.

Pike glares at Dog, and grabs him by the shirt, pulling him up off the couch and towards the front door.

"Fuckin assholes, we're headin home, I'm gonna talk to horn Dog here and see if I can get a handle on this. Fuckin dumb ass dicks, if you get a fuckin disease or a kid from this afternoon, I swear to fuck, I'm gonna staple your balls to your forehead." Pike continues to mutter and curse at Dog as they head out the door, Dog looks over his shoulder at my boys, and the three have the nerve to smirk at Teller and Rock.

Damn stupid boys.

Looking at the boys, I'm so incredibly angry I can't even articulate what I'm thinking. So I take the easy way out and I throw the ball to War.

"I'm going upstairs to check on Tess, I can't even look at them anymore War. Can you deal with them right now? I'm just sick and tired of them sitting there grinning about how awesome their sex party was, while I feel like I have completely let down their parents, this is just horrible. Did you hear what those women said to me?" I start to cry again, and War stands up and sets me on my feet, wraps his arms around me and softly speaks in my ear.

"Go upstairs Shea baby, go take care of our girl, I'll get these assholes settled, and I'll pick up something for dinner when I go get Claire. I know this is a shock to you, but I'm sorry to say, it's something that your brothers and I did when we were their age. And honestly, their mom might not have known what was going on, but knowing your brother? Yeah babe, I'm sure he was pretty clear about what his boys were up to. I'm sorry baby, I love you."

Dropping my head to his chest, I breathe softly, knowing he's right, through the years I had heard some of my brothers' wild stories, they might have been my heroes but at one time they were slutty and stupid boys too.

"Thanks War, I just don't think I can deal with them right now, I love you too." I'm halfway up the stairs before I realize what I've just said. My heart stutters in my chest, I immediately stop on the stairs and my head whips around to find War, to see if he noticed what I just said. Seeing him standing tall, strong and still, he's smiling the biggest smile I've ever seen, his eyes sparkle and he's staring right at me, yep, he noticed. Whatever, I know I love him, and he's probably known all along that I still love him, despite everything we still have to work through, the love between us has never gone away, it's been battered, bruised and beat all to hell, but our love is still burning powerfully in both are hearts.

We still have a lot of work to do on the two of us, and our relationship, but for the first time in a long while, I feel like War and I are on the same team and in the same emotional place. Our eyes are open, our hearts are strong, and we're finally playing on the same page, at the same time.