AN: Hello just wanted to let you know I own nothing but my characters and plot. Also this story is AU and character's ages have been changed to fit my story. Thank you for reading and enjoy the story :) **warning there is mentioning of self harm**
The stale smell of cigarettes lingered in the air as a light flickered over the dirty bar. The thump of the bass from the speakers rattled the dirty alcohol bottles that lined the counter behind the bar. This was not the place you would expect to find a thin girl, barely 12 years old, sitting in the corner booth reading a book. Her golden yellow hair hung over her face, shadowing her pale features. Other patrons seemed to ignore the lanky child, as they drank their pain away. The lone female, behind the bar, seemed to be the only one that minded the child. Her dark blonde tangles seemed to have a mind of their own as several pieces flew out of the messy knot on top of her head, causing her to wipe an arm across her face every so often.
"Anna, did you do your homework?" the plump blonde, barely over 20, asked walking up to the girl.
The girl lifted her grey eyes to the older woman, a thin finger holding her spot in the book, "Yes."
Hana sighed, "I'm serious Anna, your teacher called me this morning. She says you haven't been turning in your homework. She also said you have been isolating yourself again. Have you been going to see the counselor like you promised?"
Anna looked down, closing her book, "Why does it matter, Hana?"
Pulling a cigarette from her apron and lighting it, Hana took a deep puff and slid next to Anna in the booth.
"Look I know things have been tough, but hun, mom would not want you to throw your whole life away like this."
The tall, skinny girl just sunk deeper into the booth, "I don't want to talk about this."
Before Hana cold respond a deep, raspy voice interrupted them, "Yo Han, you going to serve me or do I have to go around the bar and do it myself?"
Letting out another sigh the woman got up, "Hold on Richard." Turning to her sister she whispered, "this is not over."
Making her way back behind the bar, Hana grabbed a glass and filled it with amber liquid, sliding it towards the dark, burly man. Nodding his head, Richard turned and went back to the rest of his biker gang.
Three o'clock could not get here any faster, thought the Hana as she continued to clean the bar. Her heart speeding up every time the door to the place would open. It would take only one concerned citizen's phone call to have CPS here, because what person in their right mind would have a child in a biker bar? Hana gripped the dirty cloth tighter, she had no other place to keep her. Hana and Anna were all each other had. Since their mother died last November from a heart attack, Hana has had custody of Anna. There was nobody to help them, a babysitter too expensive, and leaving Anna alone was out of the question. Hana tried that once and came home to Anna hunched over the bathroom sink, lines of blood making her already pale skin on her arm seem transparent.
"Hey hun, go take a break. I made cheese sticks, share some with the squirt," James, the greying cook, whispered pushing a steaming plate towards her.
"Thanks James."
Three o'clock could not get here any faster, Hana thought again as she slid next to her only family.