Author's Notes
Hey all be aware, some racial slurs are a'comin.
12
This was not the first time I was held up at gunpoint, but seeing AJ Weston's eyes terrified me more than anything. I cut my car on and reversed out of the driveway.
"Left or right?" I asked.
"Right." He demanded and I went in that direction. I was trying to steady my breathing but I found it hard with his gun close to me. Everything around me was a blur. It all felt so meaningless to me now. I was scared shitless, my heart tried to escape its way from my chest. I did my best to calm myself, but it wasn't working.
"Heard you were lying low. Figured you'd attack SAMCRO not some school teacher no one would care about." I replied.
"I heard you were talking to my wife." he said icily and I tried my best to pay attention to the road. "Duke's been getting low grades, failing his classes and getting into fights at school. You did this to him." I was quiet for a moment.
"I did nothing to him." I replied. He laughed dryly.
"A black biker whore is telling me she's done nothing to my son. You know he used to be a good kid. And now he can't even look me in the face anymore because of you! And now you're trying to spew your poisonous words to my wife. Drive to the highway." he demanded. I tensed at the anger in his voice before realizing the highway was just walls of rock on one side and the forest below on the other. The only thing between my car and said forest was the metal railing. I only nodded and just kept driving knowing how to get to the highway. I let out a breath of hair before nodding.
"So you're mad." I replied.
"Oh you bet your ass, I'm mad." he said. I nodded again.
"You're mad because your wife fears your and son hates you." I replied. I felt his other hand suddenly grip the back of my head causing me to wince.
"My family was none of your business. Bad enough niggers are allowed to teach good white kids, poisoning their minds, teaching them to be victims." he replied his lips inches from my ear.
"Is that what you think we all are?" I asked, voice trembling some.
"It's what I know you are." he said.
"You're holding me at gunpoint planning to probably kill me when I drive us to wherever it is we are going… if other people saw this, would they see me as a victim?" I asked.
"No. You'd just be another dead black bitch who got what's coming to her." he said. I tensed some, trying to keep focus on the road. I could speed up and slam us into a tree, but he'd see that coming. He could easily shoot me and get out of the car before that happens. I shifted some in my seat to remind myself that my seat belt is on.
"So what's your plan?" I asked.
"The plan is that you stop talking." he demanded. I didn't respond and instead did as I was told and remained quiet. I needed to think of what to do. He wasn't going to kill me right now. He needed to kill me somewhere else, so I needed to make sure we don't get to that endpoint.
We were starting to take the ramp onto the highway and now we were driving further down the high way I was sure would lead to Oakland. We were leaving Charming. My phone started to vibrate and I noticed AJ switch hands to reach inside my purse and pull it out.
"Happy? The fuck kind of name is that?" he asked. I didn't respond even though he looked at me for some kind of answer. The road was empty I noticed, not a lot of cars on it today. Why would he be calling? By now he'd think I was at work. I didn't live far. But I'm sure the other faculty would notice I was not there. AJ threw my phone to the ground. "What the hell is he anyway? He ain't white? He a sand nigger or something?" I didn't notice my face had shifted into a frown.
"He's a crazy motherfucker. I can see it in his eyes." he said. One hour had passed in this car with him, and my phone wherever it was, was blowing up with what I could only assume were messages and voicemails.
"You're a pretty popular bitch." he said. He had his gun on me the entire time and I saw familiar signs on the road. We were far enough, I had concluded. I was done. I could feel it in my body and my mind that I was ready to do what I was about to do even if it meant dying. Happy is pretty crazy and so are his brothers. I'm starting to feel pretty crazy right now too.
"You know… Duke used that word once, nigger." I replied. AJ just stared at the side of my head for a second and I nodded remembering the day he did. "He called a young black boy a nigger and you know what the boy did? He laughed in his face." Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see AJ's lip curve into a quick snarl. I continued to nod as I let my foot dance with my gas pedal a bit speeding up just a bit.
"I sat them both down on either side of the classroom after school. I asked Duke "Where'd you hear such language?". And he said "my father". But he didn't look proud when he answered. He was sad at what he had said, because it didn't have the effect he as hoping for. I asked the other boy why he laughed instead of decking your child right in the face for being a young, naïve soon to be racist? And he said "People who are inferior say that word to try and gain an ounce of power they believe they deserve". They shook hands and made up and that little black boy is your son's best friend that he can never ask to bring over." I replied. I could tell he did not like the story I was telling him.
"Your son hates you, because he knows he will never make you proud." I replied, and I glanced at the right of the road to see the trees below. I could see the metal railing coming up ahead.
"And it's all because of you my boy is friends with a fucking coon. He must feel pretty special to think he stood up to my son." he said acidly. I smirked dryly now feeling everything around me sort of fade out as I looked over at AJ. Is this what Happy feels when he goes bat shit crazy?"
"Nah. He was just tired of being a victim." I said sharply, and without much else, my hands just turned the wheel viciously and I heard a loud bang as my front window shattered from the bullet, and the car was immediately rolling down the hill. My brain is rattling in my skull and I just hold on to my seatbelt as rocks and dirt fly into the car as it keeps rolling. We could roll forever and I wouldn't care as long as AJ died. The car finally stops and I am completely dazed. Everything is turned around and I look around slowly as the car landed right side up. I'm alive, but my body completely hurts. I slowly look around for AJ's body and I don't see it at all. That was not a good sign to me.
I needed to move and leave the car. I panted heavily and it hurt to breathe. I had no idea if I had any broken bones or fractures. But my mind just told me he's coming and he will kill me if he finds this car. I lift my weak arms and try my best to unbuckle my jammed seat belt. I finally get it off and as the belt slides up my body I cry out as I realize my body has a mean belt burn on my chest and neck. But I had to bear it, I had to survive this. I pulled myself from the car and looked around to see I was just at the bottom of the highway. My car is completely destroyed and still no sign of AJ. I needed to slow down just a little bit as I looked around for only a few seconds for my purse so I could find my phone. I didn't see it and that's all I needed to know. I moved from the car and limped my way to the rocky hill that led back up to the highway.
I was still heavily dazed and limping up this hill took a lot out of me. I blinked rapidly trying to make sense of what was up or down, but my body just kept moving. I stumbled a bit but regained my balance and kept going. It hurt to walk. My pantyhose is ripped and my outfit is completely fucked. I'm covered in dirt along with cuts and bruises. Now I'm practically dragging my weight around. This his is so big and my body is ready to shut down to get any type of rest I can. But I'm in pure survival mode. I smell blood in my nose and I just ignore it all as I finally make it to the top of the hill and see the black pavement road again. I had to get out of here, get away from the accident so Weston can't find me. But what if I am going in the direction of his men?
I don't know. Reality hits me again and I'm scared. I finally stop moving and slink to the ground. This is nice. This feels really good, this hot ground beneath my flesh burning me. I hear motors coming in the distance. I can't fight. I can't run. I just lie there trying to move again. But I can't. My body is done for. I'm hearing multiple motors now and I just press my cheek to the asphalt. I'm on the side of the road so at least no one would run over me. I watch something shoot across my vision along with a loud roaring that follows it and more loud roaring follows the first roar. Then the roaring slows to a purr and dies down. I pant gently and move my numbs to try and stand up.
People are around me. Black. Leather. Brown faced. They're speaking Spanish and I can't understand them. One of them comes over to me and I feel their hands touch me. I hissed some and feel my body being lifted. My vision is blurred but I can see they're bikers too. They're not my bikers though. Where are they taking me? I'm lifted bridal style and I immediately press into the chest of the man holding me. I can see them all walking back to their bikes. They stopped up ahead and ran back to me. I can see some of the leather wording on a man who walks past the other man holding me. I see the back of his jacket before my brain says it is time to sleep. Mayans.
