A\N; this is my first story I actually put on here so dont judge,.....unless your judging nicely.
The wind shot past my ears. It was cold for a California night, and i had no jacket. I was doing 95 in a 35 zone, and worse of all I had no helmet. But none of that mattered. All that did matter was getting to his shop. Safety. My brother worked in a small bike shop in of Charming CA. I drove my bike as fast as i could pushing 110. I had to get away. My vision blurred I caught a glimps of the sign. "Charming 1 mile". I laughed to myself. I made it.
I pulled into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow's Bike Shop and Repair. It was three in the morning and I had expected the place to be closed but the "SONS OF ANARCHY CLUB" was open and roaring with life. I parked my bike and got off, checking the dark bruses around my right eye. "Damn it." I cursed under my breath. My cheek bone was still bleeding. Taking my backpack off I grabbed a tissue and dabbed it a little. Finally fixing my long brown hair infront of my face to cover it, I decided I built enough curage to go in.
Loud music was playing. A few girls were dancing on a table. Beer was everywhere. It littered the pool table, the bar and especially the floor. Steping over a few bottles and a person passed out I managed my way to the bar. Tall skinny boy was tending. He had the same cut I'd seen my brother wear many times. Black leather. Only his didnt have "SONS OF ANARCHY" embroidered on the back. But instead "Prospect"
. "Excuse me!" I shouted over the music and boyhad his attetion elsewhere. Well a tall blonde with a tight button up blouse's chest to be exact. "EXCUSE ME!!" I shouted again this time waving my arm. He sighed then realizing it was another girl who wanted his attetion he quickly changed his tune. "How can I help ya?" He smiled brightly but with a hint of innocence. I leaned my head down as I spoke to cover my the right half of my face. "I'm looking for someone," I smiled as best as I could. My heart was still buzzing in my rib cage. "We're all looking for someone honey" He winked. "You gotta be more specific." Bitting my lip. "I'm looking for Juan Carlos Ortiz?" Skinny boy looked puzzled. He took his gaze off me thinking. "Hmmmm, Sorry Hun, i dont no any "Juan"'s you might try up north in Oakland-" My heart jumped. "NO!" i shouted with out realizing. Skinny boy was taken back. "I'm sorry, I have no intention of going there. Are you sure? Juan Ortiz?" I confermed again. Skinny boy thought for another minute. "Carlos....Ortiz" He rolled the words around in his mouth for another minute or so. Just when I'd had about enough. A tall man with blonde hair and a very square jaw came up from behind the bar. "Half-sack" His voice made me jump, "what seems to be the problem here?" He asked. His voice nearly screamed athority. He looked from Half-Sackback to me with a light smile. "Hey-ya C-L-Clay."Skinny boy was seemed more frightened of this man than i was. " This girl is looking for somebody." Clay smiled more brightly now. "Honey, we're all lookin for somebod-" "No, no" Half-Sack stopped him. "She's looking for somebody named. 'Juan Carlos' " He shrugged. "I told her we dont know any Carlos's" Clay smacked the back of the boy's little blond head. "You Idiot! That's Juice!" Half-Sack looked humiliated. "......oh..." Clay gave a menacing glare. "Git back to work!" The boy ran off to find some task like some slave struck by a masters hand. "Sorry 'bout him Toots. So what you looking for Juice for? He didnt steal from ya did he?" "No," i objected. "Did he fuck up your computer, cause he's dont that once or twice, kid and his damn gadgets he's always working on." He let out a heavy sight. Then gave a piercing look. "Ya not pregnant are ya?" "OH GOD NO!" I shouted. "Good, last thing we need round here is 'nother baby mamma." Clay looked around the bar. I followed his gaze to a tall well built blond boy sitting in a chair with a few of what looked like his buddies. "Any ways." He snapped back to the conversation. "Whachya need?" My right eye pulsed. "I'd rather speak to him in privet. Is he around?" I asked. "Sorry Toots, he's out of town working on some...business." He paused, but for only a second. " Wont be back till mornin, Ya can stop 'round back then if ya like?" This was not an option. I had to think on my feet. "Do you know where he lives?" I asked. "Yeah, the apartments upstairs....." His attention was suddenly past me. I looked behind. A short bald cop was standing in the enterence. "Sorry Toots, Local PD is trying to shut me down, Sez we party to hard." He gave a smirk and a wink. "I understand, Take care of your business. I think I'll have a beer before I go." He laughed only a little and headed for the doors waving his arms. The Skinny Boy called Half-Sack returned almost instantly as if waiting. "Can I getchya anything?" He smiled boyishly. Weakness. "No thank you." I said politely. "I'm going up to Juice's appartment. Let him know he has a visitor when he gets back." He looked astounded. "I....ah...." I walked to the stairs leading to the appartments. He quickly blocked my way. "Y...you cant don that!" He laughed nervously. Oh he was going to be easy to crack, I felt a little sorry for him, he was a Prospect after all. I stepped closer still hiding my right side of my face. "Half-Sack right? I dont think Juice will mind." I flashed a wicked smile, it didnt reach my eyes, but it did the trick. He buckled. I slid behind him and up the steps.
I reached the room you could obviously tell was my brothers by what can only be described as his "Phunk" (after growing up together you grow to learn a brother's room "Phunky" smell). Discarded take out was on the floor and a a hurricane had seem to have hit his closet. The second I set down my bag, all composure I managed to keep this far had finally snapped and a crumpled up into a crying mess on the floor. After about 45 minuets i managed to get to the bathroom and clean myself up. The gash on my cheek bone was scabbed but still bleeding from crying so hard. I dug a couple band-aids from the very back of a drawer in his bathroom and stuck it to my cheek. Picking off the random misc of cloths I curled up into his messy bed. I didnt even mind the Phunk, It meant I was safe. I quickly drifted to sleep.
A\N; next chapter on the way hope you liked this little slice