Jeff's Grace, Dawn's Past
Disclaimer : I do not own the Hardy Boys, Matt or Jeff, they belong to themselves and the WWE, any OC's are mine and only I can torment them
Chapter 2
She gunned the throttle more and took off the highway not noticing the other bike coming up behind her fast. They flew by her in a blur of colours, effectively cutting her off and almost blowing her tire.
She gave the other rider the finger and shouted into the wind, but it was lost.
She was a mess, the guys in her life loved her like a sister, the few girls that were friends always doing their girlie stuff like shopping and stuff, she liked to hang out with them once in awhile to remind herself that yes indeed she was a female, but she would rather be tuning her bike or something. And other girls…well…talk about biatches; they hated her for being friends with some of the most gorgeous guys that walked this earth.
She made the mistake of falling for one and in the process got her heart shattered and her soul nearly ripped out.
Flashback
Three of her friends were bent over their bikes tuning them after last night's excursions. John, Mikey and Gabriel were her closest friends, but she felt more for Gabriel.
"Gab, can I talk to you for a sec?" Dawn asked as she was wiping her hands on a shop rag. She finally got the courage to speak to him.
"Sure" he grunted as he stood up and walked outside with her. She glanced at Mikey and John as she nibbled her bottom lip through a quirky grin.
Mikey watched as they both went outside and quietly spoke to John, "You think she's going to finally tell him?"
John ran his hand through his spiked black hair, "I hope not, I don't want her to get hurt, that idiot is so smitten with that bitch Michelle it's gross."
Mikey grunted in agreement, and just finish bending over to finish up the last nut on his bike when he heard the angry clomp of boots. He looked up and saw Dawn, with unshed tears in her eyes and a fierce gaze, grab her helmet, slam it on her head and jump on her bike and tear out of the garage, almost running over Gabriel.
He walked to his bike and looked over at Mikey as he stood up and grabbed his helmet. "Can you believe that? She has feelings for me…what is up with that? As if I could ever like a tomboy...so not my style." He scoffed.
"But you didn't put it like that did ya, fucker. You knew you were special to her, but as usual, you had to go and be a bitch and fuck her up." Mikey snorted as he mounted his bike.
"Where you going? To hold her hand and tell it's alright?" Gabriel sneered.
"No you Fucktard, I'm going to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, like she did when she and Travis split." Mikey half yelled angrily.
John grunted in agreement while not even looking up, Gabriel paled as he remembers how she got after that particular incident. She was reckless to the point where it almost cost her life. He thought he should go after her but decided he'll let Mikey handle her and her raging temper.
End of Flashback
Everything in her life came at a struggle, and a cost, a cost she didn't think she could pay anymore, she was loosing herself, and in the process she began to not care anymore. She was the rock, the one everyone leaned on when they needed help up, but when she stumbled, she got thin air.
She was a mess again, tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, her vision became blurred and she didn't notice part of the tree branch on the road, she hit it just as her mp3 player switch songs to System of a Down – Chop Suey.
'How fitting, fucking thing'
Her bike started to skid, she hit the brake sending the back end sliding practically out from underneath of her, she was sliding sideways down the hot North Carolina highway doing 80 mph. Passing traffic seemed to ignore her distress looks and efforts trying to get the bike under control. Then that blur of colour sped past her yet again going the other way. She felt the bike leaned back more and more, and then she felt it, the metal guards on her motor cross boots started to drag on the pavement. Dawn gritted her teeth hard as the jarring pain shot up her leg.
She managed to turn the front wheel and get it into the direction of the soft gravel shoulder, she let go of the throttle and let the bike take her as she fell backwards.
Dawn felt the asphalt bite into her leather jacket, and her airbrushed helmet slammed against the ground.
"Well there's goes all my hard work."
She groaned and closed her eyes and felt the bike finally skid in the gravel effectively stopping it. She slammed the kill switch and laid back with a thud trying to gather her breath.