Lost & Found

A/N

Hey guys :)

I wrote the first couple of chapters a loooong time ago. Then I finished the story a year ago, but the first couple of chapters may be a little confusing with a lot of POVs. Hope you'll survive :)

Much love to you all.

Tina.

“Where is he?”

“I’m sure he will be here soon, honey,” my mom says.

My sister is pacing around the room, flexing her hands. “He better be!”

I wring my hands while I keep looking at the clock. “He’s twenty minutes late. Why isn’t he here?” The knot in my stomach grows and I’m worried. Very worried. Then there’s a knock on the door and my dad comes in. “Honey, Henry found this letter. It’s addressed to you.”

I go over to him, and he gives it to me. Looking at it, I see my name on the envelope. It’s his handwriting. It’s from Christopher, my fiancé.

I open it with shaky hands, take out the piece of paper, and read it.

Christopher: Lila, my love. I’m so sorry. I can’t go through with this. I’ve had my doubts for some time, and it tells me that I’m not ready. I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I can’t marry you. I hope you can forgive me. Christopher.

My knees buckle under me, making me fall to my knees. He… He left me? He left me on our wedding day? Our fucking wedding day?

Tears sting in the back of my eyes, my body starts shaking, and I’m having a hard time breathing.

My mom comes over to me and asks, “what does the letter say?”

When I don’t say anything, she bends down and takes the letter out of my hands before she starts reading it. Then she says, “he didn't…”

Tears run down my cheeks and I’m having an even harder time breathing.

“What’s happening? What does it say?” my sister, Eliza, asks. Mom reads the letter out loud, and the room goes so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

“THAT SON OF A BITCH!” my sister yells, making my mom give her a look before she says, “Eliza, language!”

“Are you serious? This is one of those times where profanity is very much appropriate!”

Clutching my chest, I start to hyperventilate. “He… He left me…”

I’ve been together with Christopher for five years. Five. Fucking. Years! And now he’s leaving me?

My dad gently gets me on my feet and hugs me tightly. I’m numb. My body is numb, and I can’t get myself to hug him back.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and Henry, Christophers best friend, walks in. “What did the letter say? Christopher just left.”

I start to hyperventilate even more.

“I need air. I… I need to get out of here.”

My dad lets go of me and I immediately run past everyone and out of the church, gasping for air. I can’t handle this. I need to get out of here.

Picking up the skirt on my wedding dress, I start running down the street. I have no idea where I’m going, I’m just letting my legs decide for me.

~~~~

After running for I don’t know how long, I find myself on an empty dirt road where I stop to try to catch my breath. Then I take off my heels and throw them as far away as I can before I fall down to my knees and scream at the top of my lungs, “WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? WAS I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?”

I’m full on crying now because my heart is shattered. How can somebody do this to someone they love? At least I thought he loved me...

Just then, I hear roars coming from down the dirt road and motorcycles drives past me, but I can hear that one of them stops behind me.

“Hey, are you alright, sweetheart?”

I jump at the sound of his voice. “Jesus freaking Christ.” He chuckles and says, “not quite. Wanna tell me what you’re doing out here in a wedding dress?”

“None of your business! Just leave me alone!”

He leans against his bike and crosses his arms over his chest, looking amused. “Can’t do that, sweetheart. I’m a sucker for a damsel in distress.”

I narrow my eyes at him as a surge of anger runs through my veins. “FUCK YOU! FUCK HIM! FUCK EVERYBODY!”

I frantically pull at the ribbons on the back of my dress, rip it open, and let the dress fall to the ground. Then I jump on it as hard as I can and kick it in a puddle of mud.

“Uhm, sweetheart?”

I whip my head around and look at him. “WHAT?” He looks amused again as he points at me, and I realize… I’m standing in front of him, only wearing my expensive lingerie.

I throw my hands up in the air. “Great. Just fucking great.”

He looks me up and down before he takes off his black leather jacket and offers it to me. Looking at it for a moment, I take it and put it on before I mumble, “thanks.”

He just nods with a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. Then he asks, “so, where are you headed?” I sigh and slowly shake my head. “I don’t know. Just leave me alone.”

“Nah. What kind of man would I be if I just left you here?” His eyes roam down my body again, making me blush a little. Then he asks, “can I drive you home?” I quickly shake my head. “No, I’m NOT going back there!”

“Alright then. Where do you want to go?

I think while I look at him for a moment before I say, “somewhere they serve alcohol.” He chuckles. “I know a place. If you can handle a bar filled with bikers, I can take you there.”

I look at him for another moment. I mean, really look at him. His arms are covered with tattoos, he has long brown hair put up in a man bun, a beard, and dark brown eyes. He’s actually a handsome man, but I couldn’t care less about that right now.

“Will they behave?” I ask.

“Probably not but don’t worry. I’ll protect you, sweetheart.” He winks at me, making me roll my eyes. “Fine, let’s go.” He holds out a helmet to me and I put it on before I point at the bike. “How does this work?”

A smirk tugs on his lips while he gets on it and holds out his hand to me. For some reason, I take it without hesitation, and he helps me on the back of the bike. I’m not really afraid of him. He has kind eyes so he could be a good guy. He did offer to help me. He could be a psycho though but right now, I don’t care. I just need a distraction from the heartbreak I’m feeling.

He reaches behind him, takes my hands, and wraps my arms around his waist. Then he starts the bike, making it roar to life before looking at me over his shoulder with a smirk on his face. “Hold on tight, sweetheart.”

The bike shoots forward and he drives down the dirt road at high speed, but I don’t care. I just tilt my head back, close my eyes, and take a deep breath.

Suddenly, his hand is on my thigh, making me jump in surprise. I feel a low chuckle rumble in his chest before he starts moving his thumb over my thigh.

Before I know it, we stop outside a rundown bar where I can hear loud rock music and laughter coming from inside. He helps me off the bike and helps me take off my helmet. My red curls bounce free, framing my face, which makes him smile.

“I like your hair.”

“Uh, thanks.”

He gets off the bike and looks me up and down again, making me blush a little. Why the hell did I take off my dress?

“Why don’t we cover up that fine body of yours.” He zips up the leather jacket, looks down at my thigh stockings covered legs, and crouches down. Then he hooks his fingers in my wedding garter and slowly pulls it down my leg while he looks at me and I swallow. Yeah, this isn’t embarrassing at all.

I lift my leg so he can get it off and when he stands up, he puts it in his jeans pocket, making me quirk a brow.

Before I can ask him to give it to me, he takes my hand, lace our fingers together, and leads me towards the bar. When we get inside, it gets quiet, and I look around.

It’s filled with bikers that are looking me up and down, making me tighten the leather jacket around myself.

He leads me over to the bar where he lifts me up on a bar stool, making me yelp in surprise. He smirks and sits down next to me.

The woman behind the bar comes over to us and asks me, “what’s your poison, honey?” I look at the shelves behind her and see that she has my favorite drink, so I say, “whiskey please.”

My 'savior' looks at me and smiles. “A woman after my own heart. Make that two.”

“Coming right up.”

Then a guy comes over to us. “Well, well, well. Who do we have here?”

My 'savior' looks at me before he says, “where’s my manners. I’m Logan.” I just nod. “Lila.” He smiles while he slowly nods. “Beautiful name. This piece of shit is Tommy.”

Tommy smiles at me. “Nice to meet you, Lila. Where did you find this fine lady, Logan?”

“Down the road. Play nice Tommy.”

“Aww, I’m just being polite.”

I roll my eyes.

The bartender comes back, puts the drinks down in front of us, and I down mine in one go. “One more please.”

“Sure thing, honey. Rough day?” she asks. I sigh and nod before I say, “you could say that.”

“Anything I can help you with, darling?” Tommy asks. I look at him with narrowed eyes. “No. Now, back off! You don’t want to mess with me today!”

He smirks. “Uhh. Feisty. I like that.” I scoff and mumble, “fucking men.”

Logan chuckles and says, “I think you should leave her alone, Tommy. I’m betting she’s going to kick your ass if you don’t back off.” Tommy raises his hands in surrender while chuckling. “Alright, alright. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

He walks away just as the bartender comes back with another whiskey that I down in one go too. “Keep them coming.”

She smiles at me and nods. Then I look at Logan and say, “thank you for helping me. I have no idea where I would have gone.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart. It’s not every day I get to help a beautiful woman.”

I blush again as I smile a little. He looks at me for a moment before he asks, “where are you gonna go? Do you have a place to stay?”

I sigh. “Well, I could go home to my parents or my sister but I just can’t face them right now.”

“Hm. Well, I can offer you a bed.”

I narrow my eyes at him, making him chuckle. “I promise, no funny business.” I look at him for a moment. He looks nice and sincere. He’s not my type. but there’s something about him. Something that feels safe, so I find myself saying, “okay. Thank you.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

~~~~

Logan’s POV.

My friends and I were on our way home from a long ride on our motorcycles, just enjoying the freedom of it. When I to my surprise saw Lila in the middle of the road in a fucking wedding dress, I got curious,so I stopped.

She was angry as hell and when she took off that dress… Mm, mm, mm. She had an amazing body. Especially in that sexy lingerie.

I couldn’t just leave her there in the middle of nowhere so I’m glad she came with me.

When we got to the bar, she drank heavily and that girl can handle her liquor but, in the end, she passed out, so I borrowed Tommy’s truck so I could get her to my place. He’s a nice guy but a total horndog.

I drove her to my place where I carried her inside and straight to the bedroom. After putting her down on the bed, I brushed a strand of her curly, red hair away from her forehead. She’s fucking beautiful.

I sat down on a chair with a bottle of water to watch over her the rest of the nigh. In the early morning hours, I went into my living room where I crashed on the couch and started to watch an action movie, but I quickly fell asleep.

Right now, I’m waking up on the couch and looking at the TV that's still on. Then I look at my watch and see that its noon, so I get up and find some pain killers and a bottle of water before I go into my bedroom. She has kicked off the covers in her sleep, showing her amazing body in that fucking lingerie.

Fuck me. She’s even hotter now than she was yesterday.

I pull the covers up to her waist before I sit down and gently run my hand up and down her arm. “Lila? Lila, it’s time to get up.”

She groans, “five more minutes, mom.”

I chuckle and shake my head before I say, “Lila, wake up.” She groans again as her eyes flutter open, and she grabs her head with her hands. “Shit.”

I chuckle again and she looks at me through narrowed eyes. I take one of her hands and gently pull her up so she’s sitting up, making her groan again. “Shit, my head.”

Biting back a smile, I put the painkillers in her hand and give her the bottle of water. “Take these.” She glances at me before she almost mumbles, "thanks.” She pops the pills in her mouth and drink the whole bottle of water before she sighs and asks, “what happened last night?”

“You emptied the bar for whiskey,” I say, making her groan again. “Urgh. I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?” A smirk tugs on the corner of my lips. “Well, you danced on the bar.” Looking mortified, she buries her head in her hands. “Oh God. You stopped me, right?”

Another smirk tugs on my lips. “Nope. It was sexy as hell.” And it really, really was. I got a boner just from looking at her.

She narrows her eyes at me. “Perv.” I chuckle while I nod. “Guilty.”

Getting off the bed, I go over to my closet and find a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. “Put these on. If you want to shower, the bathroom is just down the hall.” She gives me a small smile. “That actually sounds good.

I nod and smile. “Alright. I’ll make us some breakfast while you shower." I go to leave the bedroom, but she stops me when she says, “wait.” I turn around and look at her.

“Thanks again for all of this,” she says, and I smile again. “My pleasure, sweetheart.”

I wink at her before I leave the bedroom and it doesn’t take long before I hear the door to the bathroom close. What I wouldn’t give to be in there with her.

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Lila’s POV.

I’m in the shower in what I assume is Logan’s house. I’m freaking embarrassed but I’m also very grateful. I didn’t want to go home to my and Christopher’s apartment last night. Logan gave me just what I needed. Alcohol and a place to crash.

I finish showering, get out, and dry myself off. His bodywash smells nice. It smells manly and I like that.

I put on the t-shirt and sweats that he lent me and go out of the bathroom. Then I hear voices coming from somewhere in the house and I follow the sound that leads me into the kitchen. Logan is standing at the stove, making eggs and bacon while Tommy is sitting at the table.

“Hope you’re hungry, sweetheart,” Logan says, and I smile a little. “I could eat.”

Tommy’s head whips around to look at me and a small smirk spreads on his lips. “Sorry, Logan. I didn’t know you had company.”

“Yes, this sweetheart kept me company all night long.” He winks at me, making me narrow my eyes a little and say, “since I was comatose all night, I’m afraid to ask what your definition of company is.”

He laughs a heartfelt laugh, and I can’t help but smile a small smile.

Sitting down opposite Tommy, Logan plates us some breakfast and sits down next to me.

“Besides you being hungover, how are you feeling today?” he asks. I sigh and shake my head. “I don’t know…”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Tommy asks.

I think about what happened yesterday and the short letter I got from Christopher. He left me just like that. On our fucking wedding day!

Tears sting in my eyes, and I try to blink them back but a couple escapes anyway. Logan starts to gently rub my back in a soothing way which feels nice, even though I don’t know him.

“It’s okay, Lila. You don’t have to tell us anything.”

I take a deep breath before I say with a shaky voice, “no, it’s okay. My fiancé left me yesterday. It was...” I sniffle. "It was our wedding day."