Disclaimer: I won nothing by the twisted way my mind works. Kurt Sutter created any and all recognizable SOA characters and storylines.
Hold on we're gonna make it if it takes all night
Hearts racing like a rocket at the speed of light
Don't fight it we've been running for far too long
We're going back where we belong
So hold on we got our wings and we're chasing the wind
Farewell to all the places that we have been
And if it takes us all night long
We're going back where we belong
-Thriving Ivory "Where We Belong"
Wisps of Madeline's hair whipped free of her braid and blew around her in the wind. Dust from the desert-leg of her trip clung to her leather and burrowed into her skin. She was road weary from a long trip spanning the entire country, coast-to-coast. She wanted to rest—needed to stretch and get a good night's sleep. More than that, she needed to make it home.
She had stopped a couple of times, of course, but those roach motels she had encountered were shit and she couldn't sleep well when she had to wonder if someone were going to bust into the unsavory motel room at any minute. No, she wouldn't be able to thoroughly rest until she made it to the California border, at least. But as soon as she did make it into her home state, she found the first bed and breakfast off the beaten path and crashed for a solid 26 hours.
She took time to gather her bearings and work it all out in her head. There would be questions. She wasn't sure how she would answer them. Sure, her family and her "Uncles" would welcome her with open arms, but they would need an explanation at least. She didn't want to dump her sad tale of love and hurt on them. She was terrified of the man, but she had hoped he wouldn't come for her. She was going to do everything she could to keep that dark, sordid tale of abuse and pain off of their doorstep.
For the first time since she jumped on her bike and took-off from SC, she was questioning her decision to come home, of all places. Maybe she should have gone someplace new, someplace farther away from Kellin. She was beginning to feel guilty. If he came looking for her, she would be drawing him into the lion's den—possibly putting everyone she loved in danger with that sadistic bastard.
Even with the guilt, she missed her family too much to go to some hole-in-the-wall city in a random state or country. So she would return to Charming and pray that Kellin forgot about her.
Madie hopped on her bike just after 8 in the morning. She was making the final stretch home. And if she sped like a bat out of hell, she would arrive just after noon. It was time to make it home.
AN: One more down!