<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/emily_blunt_hot_girl_strip.jpg)</div>Four rings before finally her mothers tired voice came on the line, Kelly spoke feeling as if the questions she asked were like getting blood from a stone. By the time she hung up she felt as if she had done ten rounds in a boxing ring. Expelling a deep breath she checked her face in her compact mirror before she opened the car door and stepped out. She hadn't been by in a few weeks and even then she hadn't mentioned her concerns for Michael, believing that if anything had happened then surely Wyatt one of his closest friends and Gabriel, would have told her. She was past needing protection emotionally, life had toughened her up in ways she had never expected and yet for it all she looked always like she had fallen from a very high pedestal to walk on the wrong side of the tracks.<br/><br/>As she approached the club house she glanced up from her bag, as she put her phone away, to see Wyatt standing at the door with a drink in hand. Kelly paused for a brief fraction of a second, taking in his mode of attire and realising she liked him like that. If she were honest with herself she knew she liked him regardless but getting herself over being 'damaged goods' was a hurdle that no man had attempted and one she genuinely didn't want to touch upon. The guys at the club were good to her, had been before the incident and had become a bit more than overly protective since it and since Michael had gone inside. Appreciation for their 'kindness' was never rewarded in sexual favours, she couldn't even bring herself to have a guy put his arms around her without it freaking her out, instead she gave them a free shot here and there at the bar whenever they called by or let them the use of the garage whenever they needed it.<br/><br/><strong>"Looking all vamped up there Jace"</strong>she smiled at him, her arms naturally folding across her waist as if her very desire was to shield herself from whatever came at her. Drawing nearer to him she couldn't help the gnawing feeling in the pit of her gut that if on some bizarre alternate universe she had never been raped, then she would have loved nothing more than to wind up as his 'old lady'; but she had been and this was very much a reality and though she was unwilling to put herself out there, it didn't lessen the effect that Wyatt Murphy had on her equilibrium.<br/><br/>Moving alongside of him to stand by the door way, she glanced back out to the car park.<br/><strong>"You're just the man I wanted to see actually" </strong>Kelly turned her pale blue eyes upwards to look at him,<strong>"have you got a minute?"</strong><br/><br/>