Okay so this is my first fan fiction, so my writing may not be the best. I'm sorry, and I'll try my best to do learn how to develop characters better. Also the Scottish parts suck but in my defense I looked up wording and phrases they use. So it may not be 100% so I'll translate if need be. I love you guys! Thank you!!
The car made a clunking noise, then finally it made one last hiss and stopped. I got out of my car to see the hood smoking, silently I prayed it was just my radiator in need of water. But soon white smoke turned to black and when I tried to start it, it wouldn't even make a sound. Fuck. Please don't do this, especially here, I don't even know where I am. As I sat in the car, my mirror showed a tow truck emerging, I hurried out and flagged them down. Two gentlemen got out, one with a weird strip of hair with tattoos and a youngish looking kid. They pulled over to the shoulder and asked what the problem was. "The engine is shot, was hopin' it was just the radiator but couldn't have gotten that lucky." "We'll get you to the garage, no worries." I nodded and got into the truck, the kid snapped me out of my trance by asking what I was doing all the way over here. "Just tryin to get away, went for a joy ride and ended up biting me in the ass, per usual." I chuckled lightly. "I'm Chrissy by the way, you are?" I gestures to the them both. "I'm Kip, that's Juice. Nice to meet you Chrissy!" He was very happy go lucky and had a goofy smile. Smiling back, I thanked them for picking me up. What I really wanted to ask was what's with the vest things but she decided against it. When they finally pulled in, it was a huge place. "What's that huge building in front of the garage?" I internally hit myself, knowing full well I shouldn't be asking 'bout anything but my car and the cost. "It's our clubhouse, for our MC, SAMCRO." My mouth made an o shape and I sat their looking like an idiot until this older women came up. "This your car, darlin?" "Yeah, um just waiting to see what's all wrong with it." As she was talking to me, it dawned on me, he's going to kill me. A new guy came up to me, he had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, "It's pretty bad, miss. The gaskets are completely blown, and multiple cracks through out it. The radiator is also shot, and a penny more." She sighed and ran her hand over her face. Why? Why me? I've been good, so why am I cursed. As I was about to inquire about how much it would cost, I heard a car door squeal to a halt and a door slam. I didn't have to look over to know. Shit, this isn't good. "You stupid bitch! I told you not to fucking touch it, but of course you did." He gripped my wrist tightly and unnoticeably began twisting it. "As I was saying, it'll probably me at least 8 grand, that doesn't include fees, and other parts we may need." The twisting got harder and it was impossible to not wince or cry out. My lip was bleeding from biting it so hard. The blonde exchanged looks and was about to say something when he was called by an older man with gray hair. "I'll be back soon, my mother-" he gestured to the older woman, "-will take care of you two when you're ready." He put on a fake smile and muttered thanks to the guy. I was afraid to look up at him, I could feel the heat coming off his body. When he walked into the office, Gemma could already tell what was going on, she saw the scared yet blank look the girl had, along with the fictitious look the man had. "Can you give us a moment to uh talk things over?" Gemma nodded reluctantly, knowing all to well what that meant. She stepped outside and made her way to her husband, Clay. She told him she was worried about the girl but he waved it off as her motherly need to protect every doe-eyed girl who walks in here. "Mind your business Gem. Don't need no lawsuits against us right now, if you go all nuts, trying to protect her. Ain't nothin' going on, let her be!" Gemma had a big heart and a short temper. She watched closely but soon realized the blinds were pulled down. The sound of clattering junk echoed the whole garage and she stopped and turned to Clay. "Ain't nothing going on my ass." She huffed in their to find the girl lying on the ground, and him standing by her. "Whats goin' on in here?" Clays voice boomed, a crowd quickly formed around the building. Chrissy had tears in her eyes and was shaking, but she faked a laugh and said "Oh sorry, I'm such a klutz. I'll pick it up." She winced as she got up and the man seemed to relax, his worry relieved but Gemma believed it was worry about getting caught, not that she was okay. Chrissy rubbed her head and wanted to cry, she felt exhausted and couldn't stand the fact that she lied for this piece of trash. The smug look returned to his face and replied, "gotta be more careful sweet pea. Don't want people to think I'm doing anything." She chuckled nervously, and smiled, "Course not, sorry baby. But don't worry, I'm gonna start wrapping myself in bubble wrap." The whole exchange was off to Gemma but Clay being a male saw nothing wrong and went back to the garage, giving Gemma a "don't you dare, do or say a damn thing" look. That's when she noticed a bruise on the side of the girls ribs, and another one, all colored differently. Surely she didn't bruise that fast, and didn't go through four different healing stages at once. Chrissy noticed Gemma's eyes on her and got nervous. What if she says something, please don't notice. "How about we fill the paperwork out?" Gemma asked, clearing the air. Chrissy walked out and decide she didn't need to be there. Bikes approached and saw a handsome man; About 35, maybe edging 40 with a close cut hair cut and dark eyes. He seemed nice but she didn't say a thing as a group of bikers walked past her. She jumped when her boyfriend, Daniel, put his arm around her. With a low voice, he calmly said to me, "Nice lie back their, but you're still in a world of trouble. Just wait till we get back, be prepared." "I'm sorry, Daniel, please I just got so tired and I couldn't stand being in that little house. Please I'm sorry." A sympathetic smile played across his lips, to anyone normal is was innocent but I know that sinister smile. He grabbed my arm and shoved me into the car, "Get in their you stupid bitch. I'm done with the excuses." After 10 minutes of him driving he checked into a motel. He yanked me in their. I didn't get even a foot into the room before he hit me. He spoke in between punches "You. Punch. Dumb. Punch. Worthless. Punch. Whore. Punch." He lifted me on the bed, I began sobbing. He unbuckled his belt and began to hit me with it. "You know what dumb whores get?" I shook my head, "N-no." Al of a sudden the door blasted open, "Step away from her." It was the blonde, a tall brown-haired guy and they gray haired man. Daniel smiled "You here to have some fun too?" They looked at the girl, curled into a ball, half naked. Clay smiled and said "Oh yeah but we were thinking you could be the star this time." Daniel nervously chuckled "No thanks, I'll stick to where I'm at." "We weren't asking." The blonde said. Chrissy could hear everything but was to scared to look. She zoned out after awhile but a gunshot brought her to reality. She shot up and looked at Daniel on the ground, "You dumb bitch, stop staring and get help." The three men were turned around, talking about who knows. Chrissy was terrified, she didn't know what to do. They turned to see her and saw the scared look. "Darlin' go get dressed and wait outside." She nodded to the blonde, not really knowing what to say. She quickly got dressed and ran outside, to her surprise three other men were there. The handsome man from before, a Bigger curly haired man, and a blue-eyed, curly haired man. The blonde popped out from the doorway, "Happy, come here and help." So his names Happy, interesting. I wonder why they call him Happy. Maybe he is as nice as I thought. The two men wearily approached me, "Hey sweetheart, you okay?" Chrissy had nodded but deep down they all knew she wasn't. That asshole probably didn't do this just once. Clay was relieved to have listened to his wife, for the first time in forever, this girl probably would've been dead if it hadn't been for nosy ass Gemma. Happy slowly tortured the guy, not to kill him but to feel pain. They gathered what they believed were hers and took it out and handed it to her. "Do you have anywhere to go? Friends, family?" "No." She stated simply. "I have no money, so I can't stay anywhere. I'm sorry. I'll just stay here for now." "No fucking way! Let her stay at the clubhouse. It's pretty calm there." Bobby mentioned. She stood their, not knowing what to do or say. Jax held his hand out, Chrissy took it and was led to a van. "Make sure she stays alive, Half-sack." Even after all of the shit that just happened, she couldn't help but softly giggle at his name. She didn't know if anyone noticed but she didn't care. She didn't want people pitying her but of course they would.
"Here's your room and that office you were in, is where you'll work, okay?" She smiled slightly and said thank you. Gemma smiled and walked back to her husband and the boys. "Thank you for finally listening to me." She deadpanned. Clay rolled his eyes and Jax chuckled, "You're something else ma." Then kissed her on the cheek. It was time for church and the girl hadn't come out yet. The boys shuffled into church and right on que, she quietly walked into the living area of the clubhouse. "Are you okay?" The girl jumped so high, she was amazed she landed back down. Chrissy did the same smile and nod routine but one look on Gemma's face, made her realize she wasn't that convincing. Chrissy's eyes welled up and before she could stop them, she was sobbing. Gemma put her arms around her and rocked her slightly. "It's over now, okay? We're here for you." The girl looked up at her, "The last time I left, he found me, beat me almost to death. It's never over." The new wave of tears flooded down and Gemma knew that these boys would never let a fly hurt her. The boys finally left church and saw Chrissy curled up on the couch, Gemma's lap as a pillow. Gemma whispered "Someone get her a pillow, I sadly need to go work." They successfully changed Gemma out for a pillow.
Chrissy finally woke up, and every bone in her body hurt. She saw a bunch of guys at the counter, she finally realized what had happened. God my head is killing me. She tried to get up but her legs gave out immediately. Her body made a slight thump and heads snapped quickly towards her. Chibs and Bobby hurried to help her, being careful not to hurt her anymore. She whimpered in pain, they both exchanged looks and said "Arite sweetheart, goin' tae take ye tae the doctor." He picked Chrissy up, she tried to argue but was too weak. They took her to Jax's house and wondered if Tara would be available. Sure enough there she was opening the door, her eyes wider than saucers after seeing this beat up looking girl. "Should I ask what happened?" Eyeing Chrissy up, wondering who would do something to such a young girl. Tara took her to the couch, and was pulled over by Bobby, "Her boyfriend or whatever he was, did it. She's very shy, probably won't say a thing." Tara nodded and then went on to do what she does best. It took two hours to get her completely patched up. Tara tried to talk to her but would only get a nod or head shake, if she was lucky, it was a yes or no. But the girl didn't flinch when she did anything. Tara gave Filip a card for a specialist, "She'll need to talk to someone, about what happened. She seems pretty traumatized by it. Just don't make any sudden movements, and try to talk to her. May not help but until she's ready, do what we all can." He smiled at Tara and thanked her. Jacky boy did a good job on keepin' her. He went up to Chrissy and held his hand out, she slowly took it and was helped out to the bike. "Sorry lass, emergency tow, ye'll have tae ride on this." Again the girl just nodded. He sighed, this is gonna be a long ride.