This is my fanfiction story. All rights belong to Kurt Sutter and FX. I am just borrowing the Sons of Anarchy characters. Reba is my OC as is Kaylee. I also give rights to the CW and the creators of iZombie for their known characters. This is a work of Fiction. Story rated m for rape situations and abuse. May include lemons in later chapters. Please Read and Review. This is my first story and I would appreciate any critique you have.
Chapter 2: Road Trip
After a 5 ½ hour flight where all I could think about was meeting these new people and whether or not they would like me, I have arrived in Las Vegas, Nevada. As I got off the plane looking for this Unser fellow, I made a mental note to come back one day. It looks like fun. I wish I could spare a day to stay, but my mum has other plans for me. I finally find a guy that's holding up a sign that says Reba. He's an older fellow with what is left of his hair being black and beady brown eyes. I walk up to him slowly and say,
"Mr. Unser?"
He looks me over twice and says,
"Reba. Call me Wayne. I was expecting a younger version of your mum, but you don't look like her very much anymore. Then again, I haven't seen you since you were 4 months old."
"Really? You've seen me before? How come my mum didn't tell me?" I asked very confused.
"Because," he began with a longing look on his face, "She wanted to put this place as far away as she possibly could. She wanted to forget it existed. Didn't know Filip was going to end up here though. Do me a favor Reba. Don't be like him. You're a good girl." Wayne started walking away and motioned for me to follow him.
I stood there dumbfounded for a minute and yelled back at him, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?"
He called back over his shoulder at me, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
We drove the eight hours all the way to San Jose in near silence. The only sound between us was the radio on this old ass country station. I don't even know what the song was called. We did stop and grab McDonald's real quick, but Wayne said he didn't want anything. He just took my order and we continued on our way. I made a mental not to ask my mum what the hell this old dudes problem is, and why he told me not to act like my brother. I was getting ready to go off on this dude when we finally arrived in San Jose, California. Unser just parked the truck by this big dude with a motorcycle who had nearly completely grey hair streaked with black, lively blue eyes, and a beard that made him look like Gandalf the Grey.
Wayne looked at me and said, "This is our stop. I'll take your bags the rest of the way for you."
I replied, "Naw dude, I have what I need in this booksack. I was just going to throw the rest of it away. Those clothes aren't really my style anyway. If you want to though, you can donate it to Goodwill or something."
He just looked at me with narrow eyes and said, "Didn't I tell you not to act like Filip, but whatever you say. I will just donate them somewhere on my way to Charming. I've got to get going now. I will see you when you arrive in Charming. Bye now."
I took that as my cue to climb down from his beat up old truck and asked the man, "Are you the Bobby Munson who is supposed to take me the rest of the way to Charming?"
He looked at me and said with the sweetest smile on his face, "Yes ma'am I am. Your mum has told me so much about you. You remind me of myself."
I whip my head around so fast I think I'm going to get whiplash and say very confused, "What do you mean I act like you?"
He let out a hearty chuckle and said, "I'm your uncle. Now before you get mad at your mum, I told her not to tell you. I didn't want you to run the risk of being hurt with the line of work I do. Then when she called me and told me she was sending you to Charming, I told her I would just tell you I was your uncle when you got here."
I respond slowly, "Okay. What is your line of work? Are you a hitman or something? I mean you said you didn't want me to get hurt. Do you know about Major stalking me?"
He grabbed my shoulders gently and said, "Woah, slow down little McEntire. It will all make sense soon. I promise, and yes I know about Major. I'm the one who told your mum to put you on a plane to Vegas, and then catch a ride with Unser to San Jose where I would pick you up and bring you the rest of the way to Charming."
"Woah, you're very thorough. You must be in a dangerous line of work." I didn't mean to come off so sarcastically, but I couldn't help it. That's when it hit me; I looked a lot like my uncle. I mean my hair is as black as night with a blue tint through it in the moonlight. My hair is down to my lower back, and I have eyes as blue as the Caspian Sea. Although, sometimes they go silver when I am really upset or stressed out. I decided to get myself off of that train of thought and asked my Uncle Bobby, it felt right calling him that, "Are we taking your motorcycle the rest of the three hour drive to Charming?"
"Yep, we are. We are going to meet some friends of mine along the way though, and if you want to hop off my bike and ride with one of them, you just let me know. I trust them with my life, so you'd be in safe hands." Uncle Bobby replied.
I wondered what friends he was talking about.