'Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing

The emptiness is heavier than you think'

I have no idea what the time is when a banging noise invades my sleep. I try to block it out but it feels like it's getting louder, until the door is smashed open.

I wake with a jolt; we fell asleep with the kitchen light on so I can see the two men entering Tyson's apartment. Tyson is already up beside me; he seems dazed as he jumps out of the bed, wearing only his underwear. The urge to scream is lost amongst my disorientation.

Tyson throws the first punch but these guys are massive, my scream comes when they lay their first punch on Tyson. He hits the ground hard and the guy continues to beat into his face, my legs finally find a way out of his bed. Usually we would fall asleep naked, I was grateful that I put on Tyson's shirt.

One of the men begins to walk to me as I slowly back up from him, the other has picked Tyson off of the ground and holds him by the throat. "Don't fucking touch her," he chokes out.

His face is covered in blood as my hands begin to shake. Were they here to rob us? To kill us? Would they rape me? My mind buzzes through all the horrible scenario's that is about to happen.

"We told you to go visit your dad," the one that holds Tyson says.

"No, no, no," I say with fear as the other one grabs me, pulling me to his body so that we are both facing Tyson.

"Pretty," the guy holding me says and I watch Tyson's face turn to rage.

"Let her go," he says firmly, but the guy holding him just smashes his body against the wall.

"There is a race this weekend, Finn wants you there," the guy says as he lets go of Tyson. The other guy lets go of me.

"Bring the girl," he says.

"Like fuck!" Tyson says as he approaches the one that had him pinned again, but he shoves him hard back against the wall.

"Bring her so that we know you will behave." He points at him, "you know what will happen if you don't show," he says threateningly.

Then they leave.

"Wh-what-" I try to talk but instead I move back to the bed and cry. What the hell just happened.

I hear two bikes start up down the driveway. "FUCK!" Tyson screams before punching his fist into the wall. More drywall falls away as he brings his hand back out. I start to shake as Tyson paces the small area. "No, no, no!" He says over and over.

I finally find the courage to speak. "What... just happened?" I ask shakily.

Tyson's hands go to his hair as he continues to pace around frustratedly.

"Tyson?" I try to ask calmly.

"Everything is fucked," he mumbles. 'Will never escape him," he says with fear.

"Tyson!?" I yell firmly.

He turns his attention to me, a crying, shaking mess on the edge of his bed.

He rushes to me, kneeling on the ground. "Hey," he whispers calmly. One of his hands rubs my arm as the other reaches for his smokes. He quickly lights one up and I watch as it hangs from his split lip. "I'm so sorry," he whispers as his eyes fill with tears.

"I- I need some answers," I say as I still try to wrap my brain around what just happened.

Tyson nods his head and continues to inhale his cigarette. "Like now," I say more firmly.

He moves to check outside to make sure they are really gone; the door has been booted in with broken hinges. "I'm going to make you a coffee," he says more calmly but his face is still full of panic.

"Okay," I say numbly.

He comes back with coffee made the way I like it; I quickly tap my phone screen; 3:35AM.

He sits beside me as I nurse the cup in both hands, and lights up another smoke. A strong urge to tend to his face creeps in, but I know I need to hear this first. "Have you ever heard of Finn Thomas?" He asks but I shake my head.

"What about The Lost Souls?'

I nod my head this time. "The bikie gang?"

"Yes," he sucks in another drag of his smoke. "The most powerful gang in Australia."

"Those men are from that gang?" It did make sense now with their black leather jackets. "You were in a gang?" I ask confused. Maybe he got out but they found him again or something, I wasn't really sure how any of that works.

"No, but my father was."

His leg is bobbing up and down quickly and I realise he is most likely trying to stop himself from having a panic attack. "What does Finn Thomas have to do with you and your dad?"

"They were best mates; Finn is the leader of The Lost Souls."

I get up now and pace around a little, "and the leader of the most powerful bikie gang wants to see us?" My voice shakes as I try to remain calm.

"I know Bella, please sit with me..." His eyes are filling with tears again so I do what he asks. I could not resist those coffee eyes, especially when they are in pain.

"Why would Finn be interested in you though?"

"My dad is in jail, I haven't seen him since I was ten, but maybe he owes him something- I really don't know."

"Okay...so we go to the police," I say rationally.

"He owns half of them, they can't be trusted."

"Tyson, what the fuck are we going to do?" I start crying again.

"Get you as far away from me as possible," he says with anguish.