Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 237

Cloe POV

The airgun was easier to use than I thought it would be. I have always had an eye for detail and blending colors; this was going to be fun. I liked drawing and painting at school. Fixer was kind, giving me this opportunity, and taking the time to explain as I asked millions of questions. The preparation work on the metal was vital before painting, and I ensured it was dry before changing colors, unless I was attempting to make blends, which sounded like fun. I am looking forward to spending time in here each day. Fixer had said she would get another airgun just for me. I feel they are going to spoil rotten, which will make it harder when I have to leave all this, but I am going to learn all I can, while they are offering me this chance. Two hours flew by so fast.

“Time, we’ve been here long enough,” Fixer said as she stood and stretched her back. Small cracking sounds were heard, and I stared at her back, wondering if that hurt or not. I don’t have creaking joints, not yet, maybe it’s an aging thing, mind you, what doesn’t hurt most of the time.

“Lunch, then go do our school work.”Fixer continued to say, once she had stretched. Storm was at my side fast, ready to take me away. It’s like he was my personal slave, I giggled to myself at the thought, and had both Fixer and Storm look at me, quizically. But didn’t ask why I was giggling.

A quick sandwich, which we took to the office with us, and a jug of fresh water, and we were set.

This was how our days went for the next week or so: get up, eat, spend time in the paint shed with or without Fixer, and do some school work. Dotty is checking my legs every evening, and the doctor is coming every second day to see for herself and get more therapy started. The evenings were either spent watching movies, playing games, or just having general chit-chat. It was so calm and relaxed; there were hardly any fights, and when the kids did squabble, Fixer or Tank told them to take it outside. It shuts them up, straight away. Plus Storm, he was around nearly all the time. He did go on a day’s ride with the guys, on Fixer’s insistence, that day Fixer and Nightingale stayed with me, and we did girlie things, like get our fingernails painted, well, Nightingale and me, as Fixer hates that on her nails. Says it’s ruined too quickly, and only for special occasions. But she did get her hair done, we all did. My hair was something I needed doing; it was too long, and after an argument with the ladies, I only had a few inches trimmed off, and not the amount I had wanted gone, but the special treatment made my hair shine and feel soft.

It’s hard to believe today was my birthday. I turned eighteen today and am legally able to make my own decisions. Tandy was going to bring over some paperwork for me to sign, not sure what it was, but he said it was a step in ensuring I am an adult, and to continue the medical treatment, they need my input and signatures on approvals. Transitions from Guardianship to ownership, it sounded scary, but another step towards being a new me.

Storm disappeared for an hour and came back to drag me out to his bike.

There on the seat was a leather covering a lot like saddle bags, but it was for my stumps to go in. It had a strap that went over the sissy bar, which was about two feet high, and a soft pad to support my back. He lifted me up and had me sit in it. Helping me slide my stumps into the bags, which sat snuggly inside. It was lined with sheepskin; the lovely, woolly inside was like Ugg boots, and it protected my stumps. I loved it. Can’t wait to go out on a ride and try it out. Storm fiddled with some strapping that raised or lowered the bags till I had them secure, then climbed on, leveled the bike, and sat.

“How does that feel to you, enough room? Legs secure?” Storm asked, his hand rubbing my thigh, touching me to feel how far back I was.

“Wow, thank you so much, that’s perfect, when can we go for a ride?” I asked, seeing his grinning face, made me feel warm inside.

“Dad made it; he’s good with leather, so if you need anything at all, let him know. I am positive he will try to make what you want. It’s a joint birthday present, and you will get a small party tonight.”

“A party for me?” I squeaked out in surprise. I am being spoiled so much.

Tank and Fixer came in and looked at us on the bike together.

“Look at me, I want a photo,” Fixer called out, both of us turning to look at Fixer. Storm raised his hand and made a thumbs-up sign with his right hand. I beamed a smile because this was an unexpected surprise, and I loved it. Can’t wait to go out for a ride.

My stitches will be out today. The doctor is coming over after lunch; they are still tender, but not like when I first did it, something about broken nerve endings that might take longer to seal over, anything up to another six weeks before they are not so tender, but I am told I might have phantom feelings and pain, for a lot longer than that. I couldn’t wait for the stitches to be out, so I could bathe myself without being in plastic. My nightmares, though fewer, are still troubling, and I doubt they will disappear too soon. Dad was my main lead role; my sister, her boyfriends, and some of Dad’s friends are often in them too.

“Don’t you cry, you will ruin the makeup.” Nightingale admonished.

“Besides, you will get me crying.” Added Fixer.

“Why would you cry? Don’t you like what we have done?” Asked the innocent Penny, looking sad.

“No, silly, they would be happy tears, aren’t they, Cloe?” Fixer pushed to get me to agree.

“Yes, happy tears, I hardly recognise myself, and I love the way my hair shines and sparkles, thank you, Penny.” Her face morphed into a beaming smile, and she clapped her hands in excitement. She reminded me of when Screech and Nightingale get together and do something they both love.

They wheeled me out to the top of the stairs, where Storm was waiting. He turned to look at me, and his mouth dropped open; his eyes widened.

“He’s a gonna.” Giggled Nightingale.