The night I spent hanging out with Jackson at the club house was my first good memory since being back. I didn't like to think about the past or the bad things that happened to me and I still dont. This town was nothing but a bad memory to me but maybe I can change that.
The only bad part is I can't get him out of my mind. He's over bearing my train of thought. Its been two days since I've seen him and Every time i go out walking I look for him. I even listen hoping to hear the roar of his Harley. I haven't been that lucky and its shitty.
As I finally gained the courage to roll out of bed I heard a loud crash down stairs. I couldn't imagine what my mother had stirred up. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and went to the bathroom. After I finished taking that relieving first thing in the morning piss I made my way down stairs. As soon as i saw the living room my blood roared through my veins. I grabbed the wooden bat I kept by the coat rack since I was a kid in case an intruder came.
I walked through the living room to the dining room and into the kitchen. The back door was open and I looked outside to see my mom fighting with a man. I could see the bruise on her cheek already forming from where he hit her.
So much for forgetting those bad memories. I took a deep breath and walked out the back door.
"Charlie I didn't cheat on you. You know I'm not like that!" She yelled to the man who raised his hand to my mother for the last time in front of me.
"Melody don-" I cut my moms cry for mercy off with a swing of the bat to Charlie's hand. I pulled back and swung the bat again cracking his ribs. The strength flowing through me was pure rage. I hated this man with every fiber of my being. I swung again cracking his cheek bone. I swung again and aimed for the other hand and at about that time a man wrapped their arms around me and pulled me back. I started screaming and kicking my legs.
"LET ME GO HE DESERVES IT!" I screamed as loud as I could.
"Not today darling," and there he was. The sound of his voice made my body limp as the rage left. Instead of the vile hate making me angry I started to cry like a scared child.
"Jax let me go," I begged him.
"I'm not sure if I can do that sweetheart," he said in a low voice as I wiggled in his arms. I hate being restrained, it made me panic. I let out a wail as my chest grew heavy and my throat got tight with sobs. I felt Jax release his hold and I fell to my knees. Jax and a guy he introduced me to that they call Juice helped Charlie up. By that time the cops showed up and my mom was giving a statement.
By the time that mess was over i was surprised I wasn't leaving the scene in cuffs. Charlie on the other hand was not as lucky. My mom sat the dining room table with Jax and Jucie. I walked inside and looked at her. It was almost like flipping a switch for my anger.
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I felt no compassion for a woman who could stay with a man who pound on her and her child. He was a vile person who did vile things. I wouldn't wish my past off on my worst enemy.
"I'm sorry Mel, I was gonna tell you he was still here but I didn't get the chance." Her voice was low and pitiful.
"Don't you fucking apologize to me. You know I didn't think you'd still wanna fuck a man who tried to fuck your 10 year old daughter." My words were spat with venom and my mom was the prey. But then I looked around and realized Jax was still sitting at the table. He looked up at me shock overwhelmed his features. I nearly heard Juicys jaw hit the table.
"Melody I can't cha-" I cut her off quickly.
"Fuck you mom. You swept it under the rug and made it seem like it was okay. And now everyone in the room knows my pitiful fucking story." I walked away leaving my mother in tears as I headed for the front door. I walked out slamming it. I was still in my sweatpants and tank top, no shoes either. But I didn't give a fuck I just wanted to get the hell away from that house and that woman.
I heard the Harley start and I didn't hesitate I kept walking. Once again he pulled his bike up slowing teetering it as I walked. I didn't even hear what he said but I started running. I ran until my lungs were on fire and I was sitting at a park.
Because running from my problems is what I'm good at.