"I still don't get why I have to live here?" I ask my Mum from the passages seat as we drive down the highway. I could feel the sun burning my feet that I had been hanging outside the window.

"You can't be living with me anymore. I've been trying and trying to get through to you and you just can't seem to get it." She starts raising her voice.

I just roll my eyes in response. "I'm sure Clay is absolutely thrilled to have you passing me on to him." I hadn't seen Uncle Clay in a few years. We moved away and I had been avoiding Charming whenever I could since my father was killed, but my mother always ended up dragging me along until I was finally old enough to say no and stopped coming.

Clay is my mother's brother and that's how my parents met. My late father was on of the First Nine and had grown up with John Teller. It was always both of their dreams to start a motorcycle club but they never knew the eventual heartache it would bring the, and their families until the monster was already created.

"He is your Uncle and he offered."

"What?" I finally face her. "When you are on the phone, complaining about your only child and how terrible of a person I am?" I ask, my tone dripping sarcasm.

"Yes!" She yells, finally sick of me arguing with her. We hadn't stopped since we left the house and started the trip.

I lay my head back and sit silently. It's never easy hearing your own mother telling people how hard you are to live with and how much you needed to leave, etc.

"Stop the car." I say suddenly, finally making up my mind on what I had been thinking the whole trip.

"Stop the fucking car!" I yell when she doesn't move.

"Why? You going to walk the rest of the way, huh?" She challenges me but still doesn't make a move to stop the car. "Don't be so ridiculous."

"Let me out now!"

"You don't even know the way." She fills her eyes.

"I'll figure it out." I grab my backpack from where it lays at my feet. It was starting to get dark but I could still see that we were near the town entrance and I was desperate to walk and clear my head.

My mother screeches to a stop. "Fine, get out." She doesn't even look in my direction as I get out. She just presses down on the accelerator and speeds off.

I take a deep breath and start my walk.

It's not hard to find Gemma's. I had a pretty good memory and could remember the many times the kids of Samuel would scare out parents and run away from the club house to Gemma's.

I can hear them all chatting and laughing indie, have dinner. I decide to just stay outside, not wanting to interrupt. I light up a smoke and lean against one of the many bikes lined up in Gemma's driveway.

I had a lot of good memories of my time with Charming but I also had bad memories that seem to stick out a lot more. It's definitely going to be an adjustment living her but I grew up always destined to be a part of the family this life brings. It was just a matter of welcoming the changes between my old home and my new home.

I've been standing out the front for half an hour before I hear movement coming from the front door. I watch from the bike I'm leaning against, waiting for one of them to notice me but the two men that walk out just continue joking with each other.

The first one to look up, I hadn't seen before. "Who the heck are you?" He asks me. This grabs the second mans attention. He recognises me straight away.

"Well look who decides to show up. Miss Renee Young."

"Tiggy," I take a drag of my freshly lit cigarette. "Long time, no see."

He looks me up and down, checking out just how much I have grown since I last saw everyone. I look behind tig to see Gemma in the front doors entryway.

"Have a nice walk?" She asks.

"Hmm, real refreshing." I reply in the same sarcastic voice as she had spoken in. "So where's all my crap?" I look around. "I'm hoping my mother had the decency to leave my belongings behind." I point to my backpack. "This just won't do."

"We've got a room set up for you at the Clubhouse. All your stuff is there. Tig will give you a ride over." Gemma finishes, walking back inside without saying another word.

Gemma and I had always clashed but everyone says it's because we are so alike and such strong women which causes us to compete and argue all the time. I just roll my eyes.

"Hop on, doll." Tig says, grabbing my attention from the front door and handing me his spare helmet.

After we arrive, I hop off Tig's bike, waiting for him before I enter the clubhouse. I had practically lived here as a kid but now after not being back for so long, I wasn't comfortable walking through like I own the place without a member with me.

Tig grabs the spare helmet from me and places it on his bike. "Come on." He says, sensing how uncomfortable I'm feeling.

I pull my bag strap tighter and start following. Looking around when we enter I can see the familiar group of women that are here to help the men as well as the old ladies - just in different ways. I just keep walking with my head down. I'm too tired and am determined to just get comfortable in my new room and sleep.

I stand back as Tig opens my dorm door. I step in behind and take in my new home. I can see a double bed with hopefully fresh sheets, which has my two suitcases full of things from my old life in Bakersfield. Gemma has set up shelves above a desk in the corner next to the door that leads to my own personal en-suite bathroom. I take my backpack off and put it on top of the set of drawers to the side of my bed.

"It's nice." I say, finally turning to Tig.

"Yeah, we all live the highlife here." He replies sarcastically. "Alright, well I'll leave you to it. If you need anything I'll be at the bar."

"Thanks Tig." I sit down on the bed and take a deep breath.

"Hey, Renee."

"Yeah?"

"Your dad would be real happy you're back home, where you belong." Even if this wasn't true, it makes me feel better. I just smile back in response.

As soon as the door closes, I lay back and try to sleep through the loud music that starts to play in the common room.