I hope that this story will be good as well! I had so many prompts with it and ended up picking this one, seemed like the best match.
Anyways, I'm trying out a different writing style, the first two chapters are pretty short, but like usual, they get longer each chapter!
-CHAPTER ONE
Here I was, back in this shit town of Charming, California.
I dropped the place about 5, no, 6 years ago after having a huge disagreement with an older man who went by the name of Clay Marrow, president of the Sons of Anarchy MC. Just the thought of the big gorilla sent chills down my spine and rage into my soul. I hated him, like a lot. "Hope you're ready you fucking retard." I murmured, revving up my Harley and roared into the tiny town. I'm sure you're a bit confused about what's going on, huh? Well, let's just go back to those few years of my childhood and there is where I'll tell you what went down.
When you got the things you wanted all your life, getting told no was simply out of the question, "Why in the hell not?" I snapped, my hands crashing down on the wooden table that was the center of attention in the chapel. "You're a fucking child, a girl to add to the damage!" Clay yelled back at me, remaining in his own seat however. "JUST because I'm 18 and also a girl, you won't patch me in?" I hollered, my hands finding their way into my blonde locks, grabbing at a few chunks in rage. "No, not just! Those are the reasons WHY I won't patch your stupid ass in!" this time his fist came crashing down on the wood.
"Oh… careful, don't hurt yourself old man." I hissed, watching his ever-growing weak hands shake from the rough connection to the table.
"FUCK! You're so lucky your stupid ass mother isn't alive or I'd have sent your ass with her a long time ago!" He boomed, the words ripping at my heart instantly. Fuck, I really hate how he knew how to get my tough ass to revert to the cowering child I was growing up. Turning my face, the tears that swelled at the edge of my eyes were pushing it too far, "..d-don't… don't talk about my mother.." I whisper, knowing that if I dare raise my voice now, it would crack under these pussy feelings.
He laughed, it was at me and I know it, "Just look at you, just as pathetic as she was. Glad the bitch didn't make it, now I need to get your stupid ass out of here too. Patch you in? Are you out of your god damn mind?!" Clay was such an asshole, fuck, he pissed me off! "No need, I'll leave, I'll take the hint. Sorry for wanting to make you proud… daddy." I sniffed, no matter what kind of man he was, the sound of me calling him daddy broke his own demeanor, I'd always be his little princess, no matter how much hate we had towards one another, we both knew one another's weaknesses and used them any chance we saw, you know? Like father, like daughter, or some shit. "Don't… shit, Kitten.. listen. You know I didn't mean that shit. You just- You just pissed me off." He broke first, ha! Sucker.
"So you'll patch me in daddy?!" I turned back to face him, hazel eyes wide and hopeful, "Mina!" he yelled, snapping my face back into an angry, dramatic scowl. Clay pointed his cigar out the door, signaling her that this meeting was over. "Fuck you!" I snapped before storming out.
Once out into the clubhouse I was met by a bunch of eyes, "What!?" I barked, the rage only boiled hotter when people stared at me. "Did you really ask to get patched in?" Jax asked as he walked closer to me, he was the only person I'd accept questions from. "… I'm a part of this club just as much as you…" I sighed, my half-brother did something to my soul that only my dead mother could do, tame it.
"But… you know the rules… you can only be an Old Lady if you really want such close contact like that." He sighed with me, leading me to a table. "I know more shit than most of these fucks… I don't see why I have to be downgraded so much!" I croaked, pointing over to a few older members, who added a protesting 'hey' in unison. "I think… I think I'm going to leave Jax. See if I can find my own crew, this one isn't cutting it for me." Confessing after a moment of silence, running my hand over the skin of my tatted chest, a crow in flight holding a skull in it's feet being tickled under the touch of my fingers. "You can't just leave the club Mina, it doesn't work that way." Jax argued, joining me on top of the table, leaning his back against my own. "I'm not a part of it… remember?"
I moved away from Jax, ignoring all the eyes that watched me go.
Later that night before dad got home, I started to pack up my shit, making sure not to leave anything important enough to be sold. I wouldn't let him have any of my crap.
"Babygirl… what are you doing?" My step-mother's voice questioned from behind me, I almost broke everything on my dresser from jumping so hard, "Gemma!" I yell in surprise, snapping my head in her direction, perfectly manicured brows shooting up in question. "The hell does it look like mah'? I'm getting the hell out of here…. I swear to god if you call that man home early…" I warned, knowing damn well I would never do anything to hurt that woman. "Look, I just need to get away for a few days… just a few days. I swear, clear up some things in this head. You know how angry he makes me.." My hands clasping together while I begged, shit, I'd grovel for this woman but my skinny jeans are just too fucking tight. We stared at one another in silence for a minute before she cracked a sideways smile and left the room, leaving me all alone. "I LOVE YOU!" I cheered out happily.
Rushing downstairs with a full bag and full wallet, I knew saving cash was a smart habit I picked up from these people.
"You better come back to me, okay?" Gemma warned, gripping at both sides of my face hard, forcing me to stare at her in the eyes, her brows pulling up when she didn't respond, "Okay…" I lied, pulling out of her grip, sending her a silent goodbye with my eyes, I really couldn't stand how much this lady meant to me, she was defiantly going to be missed.
