A/N: Here's giving this story one more try. GlossyFresh, if you're still reading, thanks for hanging in there.
Carly's P.O.V
"Hey! Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?!" I hear after almost reaching the door, turn around and see Amanda, the mom from Hell. As usual after she and I have a fight, she's drunk out of her mind and clutching an empty wine glass.
"Away from here… you made it clear you don't want me around anymore." I say, the duffel bag slung over my shoulder, sort of like how Rambo did in First Blood when he's got his duffel bag and says he's going to Portland but no one really knows what he's going to do when he gets there.
"Like fuck you are, you're 14 fucking years old! You'd never survive out there!" Amanda snarled drunkenly.
"I'm not going to last much longer here with you abusing me, treating me like a fucking punching bag! So have a nice fucking life, Amanda whatever the fuck your fake last name is-" I shout, Amanda hurling the wine glass at me. I shield my face with my arm, a shard cutting my left hand but I'd take that over another head injury. Amanda charges at me, me kicking her after dropping my duffle bag and tackling her to the floor.
"YOU WILL NEVER. FUCKING. HURT ME. AGAIN!" I shout in between punching her repeatedly, standing up and grabbing my bag before leaving a bruised and bleeding Amanda behind.
Tonight had started out like any other night whenever Amanda was piss drunk. She'd fight with Dad and throw his litany of atrocities in his face before one or both would storm out. Tonight, Dad stormed out just as I was walking downstairs… and Amanda decided in a fit of drunken rage to throw a half empty wine glass at me. I ducked, shouted that she was a crazy ass bitch and then she responded by shouting "Out! Get your fucking things and get out of this fucking house, Carly Jade!".
So I did… I felt a sense of relief as I packed my things up, pulled on my military style lightweight jacket over my usual outfit, a pair of denim shorts and a tank top before switching my sandals for socks and hi top sneakers.
I don't know why she flipped out and decided to attack me again, all I was doing was getting out of her way so she could continue the good mother act to Tracey, Jimmy and Ginger.
But back to now… I'm walking towards Downtown and from there, my intention is to go walk to the Del Perro pier and stay there until… well, I don't know when, really. Right now, I look like a drifter… maybe no one will ask any questions or take me to a homeless shelter.
I sit down at a bus stop once I find one, deciding to take a break for a few minutes… maybe I should wait for the bus, take it and stay there until the last stop, wherever that is…
"Damn… well, good thing I packed a first aid kit." I mutter, seeing that my left hand is still bleeding. I set my bag down and open it to grab the green box, opening it and pulling the tweezers out, yanking out shards of glass until I'm sure there's none left in there anymore before reaching for the peroxide.
Once my hand is patched up, I close the peroxide and put it away… I've had enough.
"Well… time to start over." I mutter, picking my duffel bag back up and slinging it over my right shoulder, walking down the sidewalk and pulling my jacket over my head as it started pouring down rain…
I'm alone now. Maybe that's how I would always end up… or maybe not.
Seeing a van with a logo on it that read Lost MC stop nearby, I see a bald headed and heavily tattooed man get out and run over to me.
"You shouldn't be out in this rain, little one… what happened to your hand?" The man says, carefully examining my injured hand.
"Crazy ass drunken mother… I couldn't live in the house from Hell anymore." I say.
"Well, she's not gonna hurt you anymore." The man says, guiding me to the passenger seat and helping me in. I set my bag down as he gets into the driver's seat, both of us shielded from the September rain and me pulling my soaked jacket off.
Johnny's P.O.V
Ain't no way I'm letting this kid go back to that house, I recognise trauma when I see it… no matter how well she tries to hide it.
She reminds me so damn much of how Gionna was at that age… always guarded, hesitant around new people.
"Hey… where we're going, nobody's gonna lay a hand on you in anger. What's your name, darlin?" I say once we're buckled up.
"Carly." The girl said, me pulling back into traffic and turning around, heading towards the Senora Freeway.
"I'm Johnny… don't be scared, Carly. You'll be safe with us." I say, Carly looking at me as if she's saying "Us? There's more?".
Oh, yeah… definitely like Gionna.
The crunch of the gravel under the tires once we're on the dirt roads made Carly flinch slightly, me reaching over and lightly rubbing her left shoulder.
"Klebitz!" I hear Trevor yell, reach over and unbuckle Carly.
"Hide until he fucks off!" I whisper, Carly doing so and climbing into the back before hiding under a blanket. "What the hell is it now?!" I ask after turning to Trevor.
"You've seen your ex?! She was like a wild animal last-" Trevor says in a bragging tone, me losing it and punching him right in his nose.
"I know you've been enabling her addiction and it stops now! I've tried repeatedly to sober her up and you're making things worse!" I shout, Trevor looking at me through his watered up eyes and hands covering his broken nose… I'm also hoping I just didn't scare the hell out of my passenger that I'm hiding in the back for her own safety!
"You don't fucking tell me what I should do! Who does that fucking jacket belong to?!" Trevor yells, motioning to the damp military style jacket Carly had slipped off after getting into the van.
"What business is it of yours?!" I ask in a hostile tone.
"It's too small to be Butler's, who are you hiding in there?!" Trevor demands. Before I can respond, Trevor and I see a small raven haired girl standing on the deck of the caravan and Trevor looks back at me. "You owe me an answer, don't forget!" He growls before storming off, me driving off and reaching the campground.
"Lunatic gone?" Carly asked after I open the sliding door and help her out after she grabs her jacket.
"For now. Come on, let's get out of this storm." I say, grabbing her duffel bag and guiding her into the caravan.
I'm getting the feeling that they knew each other at one point… and I'm gonna make sure he never gets near her again.
"Well, I'm… gonna go get cleaned off." Carly said after I set her bag down on the bed… and then I feel her slender arms wrap around me in an embrace, me doing the same to her out of the same instinct I would with Gionna.
That voice in the back of my head is telling me to protect this tiny girl…
And I'm not gonna ignore that voice.