You all know the drill by now, I own nothing but my OC's. These one shots accompany Lonely Lane but are in no real order. New chapter of Lonely Lane comes out Friday before 2 pm.!
You can spend countless hours waiting and watching, trying to time the perfect moment but it doesn't matter, death comes when it comes. It's the first thing I learned growing up in the MC, it seemed every year the casualties, the by-product of greed and cockiness would reach new tolls. No one ever remembers the countless faces of those who died for this club, no one remembers. I was 5 when I saw my first dead body, a prospect, Allan who all patched brother's called Bull had been hit by a car. I can still remember the tires squealing on the pavement, his voice calling my name and his hands touching my shoulders, pushing me out of the way. Allan was a mountain of a man, except for his brother's he had no other family. He always made a point of taking me for ice cream, talking to me like I was important, he was my first true friend. A rival gang had wanted to hit dad hard, taking out his little girl was a sure fire way, they didn't account for Allan. If my dad was my superman then Allan was my wolverine. I remember curling up to him while he died, he held my hand as the reaper took him from me.
We moved around a lot, dad joined up with the nomad charter. That year we saw the grand canyon, the Lincoln monument, the newest prospect would follow in a van procured for me and Lane, the Nomand VP's little girl. She was 4 years older, 9 and beautiful. Unlike me she hated the van, begging her father to let her ride with him, which more often then not was a no. One night the van was shot, bullets tore at the metal hitting Ethan when he dove on top of me. He lived long enough to tell us to run, long enough to dial dad on his cell before he died. Lane had been quick thinking and grabbed his gun, putting herself infront of me she didn't hesitate to fire at the stranger opening the panel doors. Im not sure the total count but I know she managed to take down 3 before our father's arrived. Later that night she held me while I cried, telling me that she was my official big sister. We stayed with the Nomad's for 4 years in total, Lane was 13 when we left, dad patched Tacoma then.
Koziak had been the first brother in the charter who I took to, I had the biggest crush on the Tacoma Son. Much like Allan had he took me for ice cream and stood up for me when I was bullied in school. Dev was the VP for Tacoma, an older man with a huge grey mustache and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. He handed me a prey-pay so I could talk to my bestfriend, Lane wasn't like the other girls, not at all boy crazy. Dev died 2 years after we arrived, cancer had eaten away at him, he had hid it well, a full Son's funeral sent him on his way. I tucked my favorite picture, it was one of me dad and Dev smiling at the camera in his casket, one happy moment to take with him. Lane and Rane had made the journey, Dev had been her uncle and this time I held her while she cried. She stayed a total of 4 days, they had business on the west coast, at 15 everyone was starting to take notice of her.
We got a call when I was 13, Lane had been kidnapped and beaten, dumped outside the SANFRAN clubhouse. She was in a coma, every son was riding down to find the men that had hurt my friend. Dad had taken me down to see her, my beautiful bestfriend was covered in bruises, her face was one big black stain, her lips split, her fingers and arms in casts. They had to crop her brown hair short, she was so fragile, so unlike the lively girl who had talked to me all night about her plans to travel. I prayed at her bedside, prayed to a god that let my best friend fall victim to evil men, prayed for someone to help her. We stayed a couple days before dad said we had to go home, Rane promised to tell me when she woke up, she just had to.
I was 17 when dad died, he was shot to death protecting a brother from another charter. I just remember Koz coming up to me holding his cut, the old worn leather that had been my security blanket for years. I felt numb, I couldn't really hear anything anyone was saying to me. My father was gone, Lane was in a coma, I had nothing but the name of the bastards that shot my dad. Keri, Dev's daughter had tried to talk sense into me but I was to busy plotting, to busy waiting for my revenge. I was 18 before I had the skills to pull it off, 18 and filled with the visions of revenge, filled with the knowledge that I could do this. I didn't count for there to be more of them, didn't count that they'd be packing a lot more heat then me. I just remember blood, the beating they put on me should have made me cry but I was empty.
The thunder of bikes, a female yelling then Lane's face as she pulled the trigger on the bastard standing next to me. My best friend had come to save me, my best friend was here. Her hair was longer but her face was filled with sorrow, there was no smile, no laughter in her eyes. It was then I knew I was dying, I didn't want to fight anymore. Lane gave me the greatest gift of all, she told me it was okay to let go, that it was okay. She had such convection that I knew she was right, I trusted her like I trusted her all along. I died December 3rd 1998 in a small wearhouse in Tacoma Washington, my sister's arms around me.
I'm here now, reunited with all those we lost. Each and every Son, prospect, old lady is here with me, so is mum and dad, Koz, Phil, V-Lin, JT Teller, Thomas Teller everyone. We stand and watch, we wait for the day we can join with those we love. None of us could have been more proud when Lane took Hap's crow, when she fought for her family, when she returned. My best friend, my sister was made for this life. She's the strongest woman I've ever met, each December she goes back to my room at the Tacoma clubhouse, each time she talks to my picture. My name is Willow Cristina Parker, I died when I was 18, this was my story.