Authors Notes: For those of you who have been reading, I'm glad to let you all know that I have a beta/awesome helper, 'Kaylalong'. She has been helping me go over the last 3 chapters and this new one, sorry that it took a bit longer to get it out, but I think that you all will enjoy this new installment.
A big hug goes out to everyone who has reviewed and added me to their alert lists. I know that in the last few chapters that I have been doing shout outs to all of you, but I won't be able to without taking up most of the chapter! I love to hear what you all think, and I love to know how I'm doing. Again, thank you to you all.
Born to Die
Chapter FOUR
"You stay out of sight, no matter what you hear or see." Quinn told his daughter as he shut the hidden basement door.
Addison could do nothing more than nod. There were so many things she wanted to ask him, she wanted to know what was going on, but knew that there wasn't any time.
Stepping down the ladder a bit farther, she backed up and slid down the wood panel wall to the floor. There was nothing more she could do except wait. She could hear her father move a few things around above her. Then she heard the front door open and slam shut. It wasn't long after that she heard the sound of car doors opening and closing, and then footsteps. She couldn't tell how many people there were, but she was pretty sure she heard at least five doors open and close.
She could hear voices, but not well enough to make out what was being said. It only took a few moments for the talking to turn into a shouting fest. Then she heard it clearly, the threat on her life.
"After I'm done carving you up, I'm going to find that little girl of yours and make her scream so loud that her voice goes out!" A harsh voice yelled out in anger. "I'll find her, and I'll fuck her so hard, she'll beg me to stop. And you know what? You won't be there to do a damn thing about it!"
Putting her hands over her mouth, Addison couldn't contain the pure and raw fear that surged through her. Never in all her years had she ever heard someone threaten her. Now she understood why her father never wanted her to be involved with the club. He had been trying to protect her, from this evil. That someone would try to hurt her father by using her, never crossed her mind. But now, here it was, staring her in the face.
"Fuck YOU!" Her father yelled. It sounded like he was going to say something more, but was cut off. She could only imagine what had happened to him. Had they hit him? Had they covered his mouth? Wanting to know what was going on, she looked around and saw a stream of light coming though the crack in the wood, where the top of the wall reached the ceiling of the basement.
Pulling a crate over and placing it under the makeshift peephole, she stepped onto the crate and looked though the hole. She saw a few pairs of legs, which looked male, up to about their knees. She couldn't see much else. She had to keep herself from screaming as she saw her father hit the grown, blood flowing freely from his nose and mouth.
'Why aren't you fighting back?' She wanted to scream at him. She didn't understand why he would just let those men land hit after hit.
She couldn't make out the face of her father's attacker, but she could tell that he was in good shape and had a large build. He bent down and lifted her father up by his shirt, forcing him to stand. Now the other men were moving around, circling him. She knew that the time for her to try and escape was fast approaching. Maybe that's why he wasn't fighting back. He wanted to give her the time to try and get away.
Getting down off the crate, she looked around and saw a black snow coat and put it on. It would help her blend in with the dark trees, as well as keep her warm. Remembering the keys in her pocket, she pulled them out and had them ready. She was glad that her father had pulled his bike around to the back of the house; it was out of sight from the men in the front.
Opening the cellar door and looking around to make sure that it was clear; she crawled out and closed the door lightly behind her.
Seeing the bike off to her right, she walked over to it and reached down to lift the kickstand when she heard footsteps from around the back of the house.
"Let's find some rope or something to tie the bastard down. Don't need him getting in any lucky hits." one voice said.
She could hear two of them. They both stopped. She prayed that they couldn't see her kneeling down behind the bike. It was getting darker. She hoped the shadows would hide her, but could not be sure.
"Hey man, look that's his bike. We should burn it or something." the other voice said.
'NO!' Addison screamed in her head.
"Later man, we need to deal with Quinn first. Look there's a chain."
Addison let out a breath as she heard them walk on a bit more. Then she could hear them picking up the heavy chain that her father used to keep the gate closed. They turned around and made their way back to the front of the house.
Time was running out, and she knew that her window of opportunity was closing fast. The bike was heavy and hard to push down the drive, but she kept telling herself that she had to do this. She had to get away so that her father would know she was safe. Then maybe he would be able to get himself out, and meet up with her.
Once she had the bike a good distance away from the house, she looked over her shoulder hoping to see her father coming towards, alive and safe, but knowing he would not.
The sound of a single gunshot, followed by loud shouts of thrilled men met her ears.
Shooting up out of the bed for the second time that night, Addison looked around the room. Her thoughts were put to a stop when a knock came from the door.
"Come in." she called out, noticing how weak her voice sounded. The door opened to reveal a young scrawny looking guy, maybe in his 20s, with blond hair and light colored eyes.
"Hey, sorry for waking you up, but I was hoping that I could grab a few things? I'm Sack by the way." He said as he walked in the room a bit more and extended his hand.
Shaking his hand, she told him that it was no problem. "I wasn't sleeping that well anyway." She said, looking down to her hands. "I'm sorry that I took your room."
"Na it's no problem. Been a while since I had a hot girl in my bed." he said, not really thinking. But then he saw the red flush cover her face and starting stuttering. "Oh, man, uh, that's not what I meant, I mean, wow, I'm sorry, that came out all wrong."
Addison could only nod as she tried to cool her suddenly hot face. Her father had always told her how beautiful she was, but it was different hearing it come from someone else, someone younger.
"Yeah, um, well", he said while rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm just going to grab a few things, then be on my way." He moved around the room to grab things here and there.
Seeing her pile of dirty clothing on the floor, she thought that it would be best to just get up and wash them. "Um is there a laundry room here? Or do I have to wait for a Mat to open up?" she asked.
"Um, yeah there is one down at the end of the hall. Do you want me to wash those for you?" He asked. It wasn't the first time that he had done the laundry for someone else, and it wouldn't be the last.
"No, it's okay. I'm up and need to do something." She needed something to keep her mind off of the nightmare, off of the memories.
"Okay, well hey if you're going to leave, do you mind if I use the shower?"
With a laugh, Addison could only nod. "It's your room." She liked this guy. He was young, cute, and easy to talk to.
"Great!" Sack said as he started to take off his shirt and pull down his pants. Addison, red faced again, turned and made her way out of the room. Taking a deep breath, she looked down the hall to see the room that Sack had told her about. Walking in, she saw four sets of washers and dryers. Glad that there were a few, she walked over and started to look in them to find an empty washer. Once she was done loading in her jeans, undergarments, and shirt, she left to see if there was something she could do to kill time.
Walking into the main room, she looked around. It was the first time that she had been in a clubhouse and she was taking it all in. There was a bar to one side, a card table and pool table to the other, with a dartboard hanging on one wall. Along one of the main walls was the 'Hall of Fame', mug shots of all the SAMCRO members, old and new.
"Thought you'd be sleeping." came a voice to her right. She looked over to see the man she had attacked earlier, sitting at the bar alone.
"Too much on my mind." she answered. He didn't need to know that she had been having nightmares. She didn't want them to worry about her. Right now, they needed to worry about going after her father's killers. Part of her was feeling guilty about not telling Clay everything, but she was having a hard time dealing with the fact that someone had threatened her. She had never had this happen before, and thought that it would be best to handle the fear herself. Besides, they were going to take care of them anyways. There wasn't any need to tell them what she had overheard.
Nothing more was said and he turned back around to face the bar, nursing his beer. Looking up at the clock she saw that it was not even quite eight in the morning. She was going to make a comment about drinking this early, but thought better of it. Who was she to tell him what he should or shouldn't do?
Looking around the room some more, she saw a few empty bottles here and there. Walking over she picked them all up and looked around for a trash can.
"Behind the counter." the Nomad said, never turning around. He kept his eyes on the wooded bar and his beer.
Walking around the bar, she saw the can and threw away the bottles. She looked up to see the man more clearly and read the patches on his cut. The 'Son's of Anarchy' patch was stitched on his right chest, right above the 'Unholy Ones'. She had always wanted to ask her father what it really meant, but all he would ever tell her was that only a few would ever want to wear the patch. 'Nomad' was the only one adoring his left, there was no name, or rank.
"Do you have a name, or do I have to keep calling you Nomad?" She asked.
"Happy." was his short reply, followed by another dink of his beer.
"Why Happy?" she found herself asking before she could stop. She knew it wasn't any of her business, but she found it hard to believe that this 'Unholy One' would deem to call himself 'Happy'.
He said nothing and just took another sip of his beer. Knowing that he probably wasn't going to answer her, Addison looked around to see where they kept the cold beer. It was easy to see that he was drinking a stale larger, and that was something that just wasn't done.
Placing a fresh, cold beer in front of him, she took his old one away. "Thought you would like a cold one." she said and began to clean up more behind the bar. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time, but surprisingly, it didn't make her feel uncomfortable.
After a while, she heard a phone ring, and looked over to see Happy pull out his cell. He got up from the bar and walked away, leaving the beer behind. She was about to go and dump the rest of it out when he came back for it. Lifting the bottle towards her, he gave her a small nod in thanks.
She smiled back, knowing that he was listening to whoever was on the other line. Getting back to cleaning up the bar, she looked around and saw that the counter needed wiping down, and some of the tables as well. It wasn't much, but there were enough things to clean and straighten up, that she could keep her mind off the fact that she would be going back on the road again that night.
The little girl in her wanted to stay here, hide under a bed, and not come out till they told her that they had killed the bad men. The SOA blood in her, told her that she had to see this thing though to the end. She needed to know what had happened to her father, needed the men who took him away from her, to suffer. She was going to be strong. She had to be strong. There was nothing else that she could be.
Authors Notes: That's it for this chapter, Please let me know what you think! The next chapter is in the works and should be out within the next few days.
