Anarchy: Chapter 4: Victim
Another chapter has arrived!
Just a reminder to readers, this story is told from only Dawn's point of view. So she won't know what's happening in other places where she isn't is.
"And all those speculation
Save it for another time"
Victim, Avenged Sevenfold
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Involved?
Dawn worked the last two hours of her Friday night shift. Mind whirling in thoughts of what the hell being involved meant. She was happy that her boss, Jimmy, had kicked the bikers out to the curb after their not so nice man-handling of his employee. The bar had went back to its usual vigor, alcohol easing the customers' minds.
She could still feel his eyes, watching her as she cleaned up after the bar had closed. It was late, but being a bartender for a few years had made her into a night owl that wasn't bothered by the 1:00 A.M. time. The mellow bikers still sat on stools along the bar, waiting for her. The blunette took the last few empty pitchers to the kitchen where Jimmy was washing a few others out in the grand sink.
"See you tomorrow Blue," Jimmy thanked her as she wished him goodnight, grabbing her hooded sweater on the hook by the kitchen door. She walked out of the kitchen to where it exited behind the bar. She rounded her workstation as she fixed her sweater into place.
"Finally!" Gary was the one to whine, slumping in his chair. Drew nudged Gary then started walking outside with him following tiredly behind. Paul watched until the door was swinging to close behind his friends before meeting her eyes. He was the one to suggest they wait until she was done to talk after all.
"Let's walk." The tall male got up, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, making broad shoulders even broader. He pushed open the bar door with his shoulder, holding it until Dawn passed through. He walked down the sidewalk in front of the bar taking slow steps towards the city parking lot where most of the customers of Jimmy's Saloon parked.
"This is club business, but seeing as your involved now it doesn't hurt to inform you a bit." He spoke, no louder then he needed to so she could hear him. Paul watched with careful eyes to see her reaction, but she only fixed the zipper of her sweater in response to show she was listening.
"That group you saw was a rival gang, one that isn't very happy. They believe we took their supplier." Paul continued. She looked up at him, watching as the light from the streetlamps enhanced his long hair to make it a soft plum color. Odd that he could make even a girly color seem masculine. Dawn returned her attention to the sidewalk as he started speaking again.
"However, since I defended you, you are directly associated with the club." They were close to the public parking lot now, her car in the line closest to the building. She could see Drew and Gary waiting by a small group of motorcycles in the near distance.
"The club?" She asked, stopping as the two reached her old Dodge.
"Do you really think we're an auto shop?" Paul rolled his eyes as she gave a small smile.
"I'm kidding, "She defended herself, the biker leaning against her car near the front tire.
"Ah, a jokester." He smirked at her ability to remain at ease in a difficult situation, maybe this girl would be just fine.
"Anyways, they might come after you." His voice became deep and serious in an instant. Dawn scuffed the toe of her flip-flop against the uneven black pavement.
"All because you defended me?" Dawn questioned and the male nodded in response. She didn't really get all these club things, they were much more complicated then she thought. His eyes scanning the buildings in the darkness around them, as if he was looking for something he didn't see.
"Anyways they're different from us, our club. They don't have the respect that we do towards cops and…. And women." Paul's gaze bore into hers, eyes longing for something towards the past, warning her off the danger.
"So what should I do?" She spoke quietly, eager to shake of his awkward look.
"Cell phone?" Paul asked, digging in his deep pockets to bring out his own phone. He handed it over for her to put in her own number. Dawn quickly completed the task, dropping it into his open palm.
"I'll give you a call tomorrow." He pushed off of her car with his legs, walking towards the other club members.
"Goodnight." She called, opening her car door and watching his back tense as he paused walking.
"Goodnight Dawn." His voice, low and deep, gave her chills when her name rolled of his tongue.
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The young woman took the next morning slow. Waking up late in the morning and watching a simple cop show as she ate her breakfast. It was a typical Saturday for her. She cleaned her small apartment on Sundays, but always took her Saturday to relax or do some shopping if she needed to. However, her cellphone remained pressed against her hip, adding a constant weight to her mind that she carried throughout her day. Dawn wouldn't actually admit that she was excited for that handsome biker to call. (Okay maybe she was…). But that didn't stop her from occasionally glancing at the screen anxious eyes.
By the time it did ring, she had fallen asleep on her couch. It's annoying music waking her up and sent her scrambling into the cushions to find it. Pulling it out, she quickly flipped it open.
"Hello?" The blunette ran her hand though her long tangled hair, hoping that she didn't sound like she was just sleeping.
"Sleeping?" The voice mocked her metal thoughts and she huffed in annoyance. She gazed at the TV, its low murmur filling the awkward silence of the phone.
"Bartending again tonight?" Paul started off with a simple question.
"Yes, 8 until close." She answered, looking at the clock to see that it was almost 5 o'clock now.
"We'll talk after your done then? I can swig by the bar." He offered gruffly, and the blunette heard voices in the background for a few moments, but didn't answer until it was quiet again.
"Sure that's fine." Dawn agreed.
"Alright, later." He hung up before she could wish his Farwell.
The 24 year-old got up, poking her head into the refrigerator to sort through what little food she had. Finding some leftover chili for dinner, she set to warming them in the microwave.
However the thought of the stressful last few days stayed in her mind. Seeing Ash again, it wasn't something she was ready for. Not seeing him for years, and all he does is respond with anger. Part of her was glad to see that he was doing alright, but she couldn't help with the slight grudge that weighed in her heart. Bitter thoughts ran through her head but taking deep breaths, she calmed herself. Not worth getting mad over something that's in the past.
Taking her leftover chili she walked back over to the couch, fixing her blanket she had slept with earlier. She found a new show on, entertaining herself until she had to get ready for work.
Maybe Paul would give her answers tonight.
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"Blue, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jimmy called to her from his 'office' or the small table that was at the end of the kitchen he didn't use.
"You've got enough dishes for two bars Jimmy" She whipped her hands on the dishrag as she walked through the kitchen.
"That's exactly what I want to hear right now." He was in a happy mood, her eyebrow raised in confusion.
"I was thinking of opening another location, as a partnership with an ol' buddy of mine in Hearthome." He told her his thoughts, but she looked at him expecting more of an explanation.
"I'm asking you opinion because you're the best bartender I've ever had Blue." Jimmy looked as her almost as a proud father would.
"Aw Jimmy! Is that available in writing?" She smiled at his compliment.
"No." He frowned in embarrassment.
"I think that whatever you chose to do will do well Jimmy, I support you no matter what." She told him her thoughts.
"You're no help, but thanks." He dismissed her back to finish Saturday night cleaning, going back to the account book on the desk in front of him.
Dawn finished the dishes within a few minutes, shouting a goodnight to her boss as she went to grab her sweater for its hook. Her cellphone had just finished ringing, but started ringing again as soon as it stopped. Someone really wanted to reach her.
"Hello-"
"Are you still at the bar?" The voice was rushed, straining as if he had been breathing heavily.
"Yeah, I just finished cleaning," She answered, switching the phone between her hands as she put on her sweater. She started walking towards the back door of the bar, it provided an easy shortcut over to the parking lot.
"Don't go outside, they're waiting for you." Paul demanded quickly, and she froze with her fingers on the door handle.
"Go out the front door, across the streets. There's a motorcycle waiting. Act normal." She listened as she walked back through the tables of the bar, towards the front door.
"Okay I'm heading out the door now, who's waiting for me?" She asked, hoping it was him.
"No questions, stay on the phone until you're on that bike." She exited the bar, spotting a waiting black motorcycle across the street. A person wearing black jeans, and that familiar vest was waiting. The biker wore a dark helmet so she couldn't see who it was. The bike wasn't running at the moment, and the rider waited in the seat.
Crossing the street she took the helmet that covered her entire head from the biker and straddled the bike after hanging up with Paul. The motorcycle roared to life as soon as she was seated. Dawn wrapped her arms around the rider, and knew immediately that he was male from the strong stomach. The club member flinched and turned the bike down the street opposite of her car.
He drove fast, accelerating quickly and barely stopping at stop signs on the way to her apartment. He pulled the bike practically on the stairs that lead up to her apartment but didn't turn off his engine. He took the helmet back after she took it off. Dawn started walked up the stairs, leaving the rider behind, but she looked back and didn't miss chocolate brown eyes before he flipped his visor down and drove off.
Her phone rung once again as she climbed the final few steps.
"You sent Ash?" She asked as soon as she answered her call, pulling out her keys to unlock her door.
"I trust you are at your place then. And yes, it was Ash. He was at the clubhouse and he owed me." Dawn flipped on the lights and kicked off her shoes once she got inside, locking the door behind her.
"We still need to talk." Paul informed her, eager to get a solution in place.
"We do, I am free tomorrow afternoon if you are not busy." She offered, Sundays were her day off and she could clean in the morning.
"Is your place alright? We need to talk privately," He asked her as she thought of the handsome biker in her humble apartment.
"It's fine, City apartment complex 80 on Peach rd. Apartment 3B." She told him, and he repeated her address back to her in confirmation.
"I'll be over after lunch, see you later Dawn." He hung up, and Dawn wondered back to her bedroom.
She wondered what she just got herself into.
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