Motors. All I could register was the sound of motors whirling passed me down the road. I continued to make my way down the sidewalk as the motors came revving back around. I tore my eyes from my bare, scuffed up feet and looked to my left to see three men, all wearing the same leather vest and seated on motorcycles looking right at me. I quickly went back to watching my feet as I began walking again. I was able to take three more steps before I heard heavy footsteps coming up behind me, and a hand grab my arm. I flinched away and spun around to see the same three men right behind me.
"Are you alright there, darlin'?" One of them, the one with the long blond hair, asked me.
I nodded and began to turn away, but not before my arm was grabbed again. I squealed and whipped my arm out, smacking the man with a scruffy brown beard in the face.
"I'm sorry." I managed to squeak out. The blond and scruffy bearded man both looked to the third man, who had an odd haircut with two tribal looking bolts on both sides. He nodded and step forward, arms raised.
"Hi. My name's Juice. Want to tell me who you are?"
I stared at him for a moment before quietly responding. "Kyla."
He smiled. "Hi Kyla. Do you want to sit over here and talk for a minute?" He motioned to an empty bench in front of a shop.
"I uh.. I'm um."
"Come on, I won't touch you. I'll even stand if you want me to."
Reluctantly, I nodded and he led the way to the small wooden bench. "Do you want me to stand? Or can I sit?"
"You can sit." I said staring at my feet.
He sat next to me and I glanced over at his two buddies, now sitting on their bikes, watching us. "So Kyla, how old are you?" He asked, smiling.
"14."
"You go to school?"
I shook my head.
"Well do you want me to help you home? You look like you need to get home and washed up."
"I don't have a home anymore."
"What" He asked, furrowing his brows.
"When I ran, I left my home."
"Well, why don't you come back with us? We'll get you cleaned up, get you some new clothes and we'll have our doctor check you out."
"I don't know. You guys don't look like the most dependable people, no offense."
He chuckled. "Sweetheart, we're in an MC, Sons of Anarchy." He said showing me the patches on his vest. "We won't let anything happen to you; you're safe with us."
I stared at him for a minute before nodding.
He smiled and held out is hand. I carefully placed my hand in his and he gently pulled me up and walked me over to his motorcycle. I watched as he swung his leg over and straddled it and handed me his helmet. "Put this on and throw your leg over."
I did as I was told and he grabbed my hands, pulling them around his waist.
"Keep your hands here and hold on tight to me." He looked back at me to see if I had heard him before turning to the other men and nodding. Soon we were speeding our way down the road.