A/N: Sorry for posting story without actual story hahaha. My computer was being difficult on uploading the first chapter. Hope you enjoy and if you think it's bad, please just say nothing and leave and hopefully you actually do find a story you like.
Nearly there. Further from Chicago, closer to Charming. Can't tell how long I've been on this fuckingtrain, been staring out the window too long….Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. Dirt. Dirt. Dirt. Dirt….hmmm was that their before. I spot a pimple on my chin
in my reflection. Shortly the train then pulls into Charming, I lodge my foot out of the space between the two seats in front of me and stand, Ithrow my bag over my shoulder and shuffle out of the car and exit the train. The heat hits me as I exit
the AC. I walk to the main road and hail a cab, "Hi, ummm do you know where I can find a club called Samcrow?" I enquire, the taxi driver nods in confirmation and starts driving.
This is a little nerve wrecking, going to meet my Dad. Mum told me he was some big macho of a motorcycle gang in a small town that Mum grew up in. Never met him because Mum had moved away from Charming before she had me, extorted money from him via child
support to feed her addiction. That lasted for about 4 years, then the payments stop coming through; which meant Mum had to resort to more desperate measures to get a free income. Pretty muchmy life has been one crazy ride through hell, ever since
my first breath. I couldn't stay there, I couldn't turn out like her. I had to get away from all the trouble that I endured and some that I caused; I'm not safe in Chicago. Not anymore. But then again I don't know how safe I'll be here. I don't know
what I'm getting into here, I have no idea what this man is like, he'll probably hate me for being here but then again if he really is all that macho, maybe no one will try and find me if they think that I'm close with a bikie gang.
The taxi pulls up to an auto repair shop, I hand the driver a twenty and step out of the car. My hand shading my eyes, as I try to stare into the distance; trying to figure which one could be daddy dearest. I walk closer to the auto shop, seeing if I
can maybe ask. I look around possiblylooking like a lost puppy; I feel hand gently placed on my elbow, I turn to notice a man with a moustache and goatee, with messy dark curls. "Can I help you sweetheart?" he asks gently,
"Ummm yeah, I'm looking for Clay Morrow" I answer, he points into the garage to a man with short grey hair, a round face with a cigar hanging from his lips; wearing a leather vest talking to a fat man with the same vest but with long curly hair and a
beard with glasses balanced on his nose. I slowly approach standing at a safe distance. Holy shit! I am staring at my father; he's a lot taller than I imagined. He finished his conversation and approaches me, "Is there something I can help you with
miss?" he enquires with a gesturing hand, a stogie between his two fingers. Okay I should've thought of what to say on the train, because now I'm just staring at him uncomfortably trying to think of a word! "I uh um hmmm, well you know, hahahaha,
funny story" I blabber out, I then take a deep breath and open my eyes, "Do you know a woman named Molly Lorsen?" I calmly enquire,
"Yeah" he answers with skepticism, his stogie now between his teeth,
"Well 23 years ago she moved to Chicago, pregnant with your kid" I lightly entail who I am, his eyes grow with worry, "Hi, I'm Scarlett, I'm your uh estranged child" I say followed by a light chuckle and his eyes have grown to the size of watermelons.
He walks and beckons me to follow him. We enter a bar and then into a small little conference room, he gently shut the door and faces me; without warning he grabs me by the throat and pushes me into a chair, still having a tighthold on me. Such fury
in his eyes burning through me, "That little money grubbing bitch sent you?" he exclaims in such hatred,
"No" I gasp trying to breathe,
"You here to try and extort money from me?" his voice low and husky yet angry, I shake my head, I can feel my face going purple! I draw whatever strength and punch him in the stomach, winding him and shoving him away from me with my feet. He slams against
the door, I retreat to the corner of the room before he can strike me again, "I don't want money" I draw a deep breath, "I just wanted to come home," I breathe. He stares at me like I gave him an alien answer; I finish with calling him Dad. I breathe"I
wanted to meet my Dad" I sweetly say, without a word he exits the conference room. The door hangs open and wandering eyes peer in. I fix myself and walk out. This probably wasn't a good idea. I leave the lot and start walking, not sure where. Maybe
try and find a shelter, I've got nowhere to go. No one wants me. I truly walk a lonesome road.