Rating: M
Pairing: Tig x OC
Summary: A town that holds such haunting memories turns out to be her safe haven. This is the tale of a woman who tried so badly to run from her past, only to end up in the place where it all happened. A tale of fear, despair, heartache, love, lust and friendships.
A/N: This was posted on my tumblr & i've decided to post it here. Sorry that this chapter is so short, but I really didn't want to cram too much action or background story into the very first chapter. Next chapter, there will be more info and more interaction between the MC and my OC.
The sun was slowly sinking in the horizon, painting the California sky in shades of gold, pink and lavender. The blazing heat fading, leaving behind a comfortable warmth. It should've been comforting, it should've brought a smile to her face but it only made her grit her teeth against the onslaught of memories that were trying to break through.
"No, not now," She hissed to herself, "Just a little longer…you're almost there." if she could hold it together for a little longer, it'd be okay. She'd be safe and she could have her breakdown then.
She was just outside of the city limits when a black SUV rolled up behind her, sending a jolt of panic through her. A scream tore from her throat as the SUV slammed into her rear bumper, her head bouncing off the wheel and her car spun; she was able to right it in just enough time to keep from sliding down a ravine.
"Fuck!" She screamed as she took one hand off the wheel to grab her cell phone. Hitting speed dial 4, she waited impatiently as the person picked up just before the last ring.
"Sweetheart, what -"
"Outside of city limits, I've got company!" She yelled out as the SUV tried to run her off the road again. "I don't know if I can make it!" She swerved, letting out a loud curse.
"I'll send someone." The dial tone sounded which made her throw the phone on the seat and grip the wheel tighter with both hands, trying to keep control. Minutes later, there was a roar of engines and she could see motorcycles coming in her direction. She knew of only one group of men that road bikes like that and a surge of relief coursed through her.
They flew by her, going after the SUV. The sounds of gunshots rang through the air, sending a chill down her spine but she never slowed down; if she slowed down, there was no guarantee that she'd make it.
Glancing in the rear-view mirror, she saw the SUV retreat as gunshots continued to ring out. With a sigh, she finally let up a bit on the gas as she drove by the Welcome to Charming sign. The men on the motorcycles caught up with her at a stop light and she glanced over, catching the eye of, what looked to be, a tall man with a beard.
"Thanks," She called out over the roar of the engines. When she received a nod in response, the woman looked forward again as the light changed and she drove down the road with the bikes following her at a safe distance. Just as she was pulling into the lot of the police station, her phone rang so she snatched it up quickly and hit answer.
"Don't think this is the last you've seen of us bitch," A male voice growled out, sending a chill down her spine.
The woman parked and got out of her car, holding the phone to her ear. "If you come after me, I swear I'll -"
"You'll what?"
"I'll rip your fucking balls off and cram them down your throat, you rapist piece of shit!" She yelled before throwing the phone across the lot, watching the small device smash against a police car and tiny bits of phone rained down on the blacktop.
"Uh…you alright, darlin'?" She whirled around to see that it was a blond male, one of the men that had helped her.
"I'm just peachy," She couldn't help but to give him a sarcastic smile. Her face was killing her, she could feel blood dripping down her face, her body ached and she was shaking like a leaf. No, she wasn't even close to being alright; she was scared and fear always turned to anger with her.
He held his hands up in defense, trying to show he meant no harm as the other men with him came walking over. "Just figured I should ask, seeing as you were almost run off the fuckin' road."
"I'm fine." Her gaze darted over each man, taking them in. A few she recognized, the others were obviously new.
"The blood dripping down your pretty little face says otherwise," The blond smirked at her and she had this urge to punch him in his pretty little face.
"You should get that looked at," The guy with the beard spoke up before she could retort. "Looks pretty gnarly," Holy shit was he huge!
Her hand came up to wipe the blood from her chin, "I'll be fine. Gotta find the Chief." She took a step back from the men, heading in the direction of the station.
The group of men watched her just as she watched them with every step she took away from them. She didn't break eye contact until she got to the steps. The woman broke eye contact to jog up the steps until she reached the doors; with one more glance over her shoulder at the men, she opened the doors and stepped inside.
Not even bothering to respond to the nice deputy at the front desk, the woman marched her way through the station and right into the office of Chief of Police Wayne Unser.
"Houston, we got a problem."
Wayne looked up at her and let out a curse upon seeing her banged up face. "Christ, look at -"
"Not the time, Wayne." The woman cut him off, "They found me in Arizona and stalked my ass all the way here, nearly killed me." She leveled him with a glare. "I thought you had them in jail."
"They paroled, I tried calling you." He defended, standing up and walking around the desk to take a better look at her. "What the fuck did they do to you?"
"Outside of Phoenix, they grabbed me up and beat the shit out of me until some guy broke it up by calling the pigs," She merely raised a brow at his look of annoyance at her reference to the badge. "Got away from them there and they chased me all the way here, nearly ran my ass off the road and my face bounced off the wheel."
"Christ, have you gone to the hospital?" He asked.
"No," She snorted, looking at him like he was crazy. "I'm fine."
"Serefine," Oh shit, he was using what Serefine had dubbed his 'dad' voice. "You need to get that shit checked out, make sure there's no concussion or serious damage."
"I'll worry about that later," The woman waved off. "Right now, we need to figure out what the fuck I'm supposed to do. I can't go back to Arizona because they know where I live and now they know I'm here. I'm not safe!"
Wayne was quiet for a moment, just staring at her as he seemingly got lost in thought. "I've got an idea…you may not like it, but I know you'll be safe." And just as he went to pick up the phone, the blond man from before came waltzing into the office. "Just the man I was about to call," Wayne flashed a small grin.
"What's up, Chief?"
"Look Jax," Wayne's eyes darted over to Serefine who was glaring at him. "I need a favor."
"What kind of favor?" The blond, who's name was apparently 'Jax', also glanced over at her before glancing back at the Chief.
"Serefine here has a bit of a situation, as you well know." He was dancing around the subject, which only served to irritate the woman.
"Look Rico Suave," Serefine cut in, finally having enough of Wayne's shit. "I've got a situation, stalker ex and his little buddies trying to play happy happy joy joy with me," She ignored the snort of amusement that the 'Rico Suave' comment got her from both men. "I'm not safe anywhere, and Captain Porky," She jabbed her thumb in the Chief's direction, earning an indignant noise from said man. "over there seems to think you can somehow help me."
Both men stared at her, one a little amused and the other seemingly irritated at her butting in.
"How am I supposed to help?" Jax directed the question to Wayne.
"Can you keep an eye on her? Maybe let her stay at the clubhouse for a while until I can get these fuckheads locked away?"
"Not that locking them away the first time did much good," That earned her a glare from the man she saw as her father figure. "Yikes," She whistled, taking a step back and crossing her arms.
"Look," Jax tore his gaze from her, releasing a sigh. "I can talk to the club, alright? But I gotta know details man, because just sending us out there to protect her ass once without knowing anything could've gotten us killed."
"I'm gonna get a coffee." Serefine announced, wanting to get out of the room before Wayne told her sad little life story. "Anyone want anything? No? Okay, bye." She didn't give them a chance to respond before she was out the door and walking out of the station to go to the coffee shop that was a little ways down the road.
It was weird for her to be back in Charming, she grew up in the town but hadn't been back in years because the memories of the shit she went through were too much for her to deal with. But she had no choice, it was either go back to Charming or just let those assholes get their hands on her longer than a few minutes; her survival instinct kicked in and overrode the need to hide from painful memories.
Shaking her head, she entered the coffee shop and ordered a large black coffee and chocolate chip muffin. With her drink and muffin in hand, she made her way back to the station slowly; Wayne should be just about finished with her story so it should be safe for her.
Nibbling the muffin, she let out a happy groan; the woman couldn't remember the last time she'd even eaten. As the muffin was finished off, she was entering the lot and spotted Jax walking out of the station with an angry look on his face. She paused, arching her brow as he came towards her.
"I'll talk to my club, but you gotta come with me."
She thought about it for a moment, "Can I finish my coffee first?" When she received a headshake in response, she rolled her eyes. "I'll follow you, no way I'm leaving my fucking car here."
"Alright, but keep up. Can you do that Princess?" He teased, smirking at her.
"I can keep up, cupcake." She retorted, smirking right back at him. He hopped on his bike so she got in her car, following him to the clubhouse. Serefine took in the familiar sights of the little town she grew up in, feeling an ache in her heart. When they pulled into the lot of the local garage, Serefine released a heavy sigh before shutting off her car and climbing out of it.
"Who the hell's this?" A woman with blonde streaks in her hair asked, planting her hands on her hips and glaring at her.
Serefine cocked her hip out, placing her hand on it and returning the glare. "Surprised you don't remember me, Gemmy." Her lips curled in a smirk when a look of recognition crossed the woman's face.
"SJ," The biker queen walked over and wrapped her arms around the small woman. "What happened to you, sweetheart?"
"Kind of a long story, Gem." She sighed, shaking her head as Jax walked over with a few other men; some she recognized from her younger years but couldn't remember names.
"We gotta talk," Jax spoke, making the women pull away from each other and share a look.
"Church." A man with white hair and a mustache spoke, and Serefine could remember his name; Clay. Gemma's husband.