"God damn it." Holly Rogers cursed quietly, her eyes staring at the fading tail lights. "Fucking unbelievable." She hissed and kicked some gravel, her hands clenched at her sides. It was getting darker out and soon it'd just be her and the pitch black. Her boyfriend, Wyatt, and her had gotten into a fight and that resulted in him kicking her out of his car. She was now on a deserted strip of highway with no way of contacting someone. She had accidentally left her purse in Wyatt's car, it had her cell phone it it. Holly was so mad at herself. She was the one who provoked Wyatt and that resulted in the situation now. Trudging on, she nervously glanced at the darkening sky and gave a sigh. It was nearly ten miles till she would even get to the Tacoma city limits, it would take her a few hours. Glancing down at her feet, she wished she would have worn her tennis shoes instead of her sandals. Her feet would be so sore and blistered tomorrow.
Wyatt and her had started dating about a year ago. They had met by mutual friends and went on a few dates before sealing the deal and becoming official. It was a simple relationship, Holly thought, one that really didn't have any drama. They hung out often and always had fun together. She had even told him she loved him not even a month ago, but his reply had been indifferent. He didn't feel the same as she did, and that bothered her. As the months passed, Wyatt became distant and Holly knew something up. He had been cheating on her, ever since they started dating. The only reason she was walking on the side of the highway was because she had confronted him about it.
Giving a groan at the now darkness, she picked up her pace and gave a small laugh at her circumstance. Guess Wyatt didn't want to be only hers. Holly heard the small rumble of a motorcycle getting closer but she ignored it, knowing it'd pass by in a minute. Shivering slightly at the breeze, she huddled her body and gave a hiss. The motorcycle flew past her and she sighed, watching it fly into the distance. How lucky. All of a sudden, though, she noticed that the motorcycle had slowed down a few feet in front of her. Cautiously walking closer, she noticed the man riding the bike had lit a cigarette and was casually leaning against their bike. Grimacing, many scenarios went through her head and she suddenly wished she hadn't argued with Wyatt. He had deserved it though.
"I ain't gonna rape you, if that's what you're thinking." He rasped out and she shivered from how hot his voice sounded. Realizing how slowly she had been walking, she coughed lightly and walked closer.
"Well, what the hell am I supposed to think?" Holly called out to the mysterious man.
"Fuck, I'm just having a smoke break." He chuckled and dropped some ashes.
"Can I bum one off of you?" She questioned quietly and he held out a pack and a lighter. Gratefully, she took one and lit it before handing the man back his stuff. "Thanks." She mumbled, the stick in her lips. Taking a long drag, she noticed he was tall, even leaning against his bike. Not only that, but he had a shaved head that revealed a snake tattoo that coiled up his head. Letting some smoke out, she glanced around. "Do you know what time it is?" Her question made his head jerk.
"Nah, ain't gotta clue, sweetheart." He shrugged. "Probably 'bout nine." She nodded and they grew silent, both of them smoking. When her cigarette was nearly finished, she stubbed it off in the gravel and sighed.
"Thanks for the cig." Holly started to walk away but his voice pulled her back.
"You ain't getting on?"
"Huh?" The man gave her an exasperated look, his eyes rolling. That was about the only emotion he had shown to her, besides when he had chuckled.
"You planning on walking all the way to Tacoma? You know how long that is, sweetheart?" She blushed, realizing that he was offering her a ride in his own way. "Put this on." He gave her a helmet he had stowed away just a moment ago. She clipped it on quickly, making sure it was secure before preparing to climb on the bike. "Nah, wait." He shrugged out of his black zip-up and shoved it into her hands. "Freeze if you wanna." He told her as he sat on his bike, waiting. Holly gave a tiny smile at his back and pulled on the jacket, noticing how it practically swallowed her.
As she was sliding on behind the mysterious man, she finally noticed the leather vest he wore. On the back was a giant reaper with a glass ball and a dripping scythe, the words 'Sons of Anarchy' patched above it. Interesting. She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, but not too tight to make him uncomfortable. Holly was fucking grateful he had a bitch seat. And then they were off, shooting out into the darkness, her hair whipped behind her. The ride was short considering they were going over the speed limit. Giving the man directions to her house in his ear, Holly deflated at the feeling of leaving the bike. It was such a thrill, she thought as she climbed off and handed him the helmet. Preparing to unzip his black jacket, he shook his head at her and started his bike. He was off, leaving her in the driveway of her tiny home.
A few weeks passed before she saw the mysterious man again. She was working at a cheap bar that had employed her four months ago. Wyatt had never liked her job, he always said she was better than serving cheap liquor to trashy people. Of course, Holly needed money to pay for her college degree. Considering that she was a full time nursing student at the community college, she needed money badly. It seemed stereotypical, the poor college student who was working hard at a trashy bar to get money. Her job was just to serve drinks and food to patrons, she was a waitress and she liked it. The bartender, Ronald, was the owner and a nice man who she considered her surrogate father. Ronald was a tall, thin man with graying hair and dark eyes. He always wore his shades no matter what time and could make drinks without even looking. He was more of her father than her real father had been. Holly's father had clocked out when she was fifteen because he didn't feel like doing the father-thing anymore. Her mother had stuck around for a bit longer, but she found a sugar daddy and dropped Holly as soon as she reached legal age. So, Ronald and his wife Mary-Ann were her fake parents. Mary-Ann was a lawyer, a good one at that, so she wasn't around often. She was a wiry, tall woman who had crazy curly hair and bright eyes. Despite her age, she wore sexy clothes and always wore heels, even if it was icy and cold out. She loved them to death.
Sliding in between tables, Holly handed a group of middle aged business men their beers. The bar had a diverse range of customers and that was why Holly liked it there. Some days she served older men who were just looking for one drink or a burger. The others she served business men, college students, bikers and some trashy people. Luckily, the bar mainly got easier going people who made Holly's job and life better. Moving towards the back corner of the bar where some college girls had sat, she took their order without even writing it down. Going off into the back, she yelled out her order to the few men back there. The cook, Frankie, was an older, dark skinned man who blared blues music in the back. He always made the food taste great and he became Holly's friend at the bar. Besides listening to blues music at an ear shattering level, he always wore one gold earring and had multiple tattoos.
"You are rocking those shorts, girl." Frankie called out with a chuckle.
"You perv. Keep staring at my ass and your wife might clock you in the face." She joked, looking around for Lolita, Frankie's short yet feisty wife. She was extremely sassy and loud, despite her stature and soft looking features. She worked in the kitchen with her husband a few days a week when she wasn't taking care of their four children. "She at home?"
"One of them is sick, so she had to stay." He shrugged. "Guess staring won't kill me today." He winked and Holly made a fake noise of disgust. Leaving the kitchen back into the main room, she noticed four men sitting down in a table way in the back. They were bikers, she could tell from far away, but that wasn't what had took her breath away. It was the mysterious man who had picked her up on the side of the road weeks ago.