While writing this I figured out the theme song for this story, Crazy Bitch. Just listen to the song, it just sounds right for this, but then again I may just be crazy.
Also if you hadn't already and you were one of the few that read the third chapter and said "What the fuck?" go back and read it since I put up the right chapter.
Walking into town was interesting. The people of Charming didn't disappoint Andy, when it came to the stares, the pointing, and the whispering. Most of them went to the other sidewalk across Main Street to make space between them and her; other's just quickly disappeared into shops to wait for her to pass.
Andy looked at the shops she passed, most of them were new, and had the feminine Boutique look she hated, but they were different from when she was younger. She was used to the old vintage type of look that the town used to have. Charming was now transitioning into a modern look.
Charming was always a nice small town. They tended to stay away from the habits other parts of California had, but they allowed the small bar and tattoo parlor into town which Andy was thankful for. Looking down at her chest she saw the slightly cracked and dull tattoo's peaking out of her shirt.
Her arms were laced with tattoos that she would need to get redone. Tattoos in prison weren't uncommon, she actually did most of them herself, it wasn't hard for her to smuggle in needles and small portions of ink from outside. But most of her tattoos couldn't heal properly, based on the fact it was every couple of days she could get into a fight. This would normally leave scratch marks in the middle of her art, or a large scar.
Most of the woman in jail would also come to her for a piercing or a tattoo which she would gladly do. But the hiding it from the guards was the hardest. Her own belly button piercing was a needle wrapped in a circle around her skin, but the guards were so terrified of what she would have done to them they choose to 'ignore' it.
With her thoughts on tattoos she eyed the 'help wanted' sign on the red building that said 'Jacks Tatts', before turning into the small parking lot of the Grocery store.
Andy didn't move her dark sunglasses from her head as she moved deeper into the store. She grabbed a brown basket that looked worn and swung it in between her finger tips as she moved through the store. She read the signs above each aisle only looking for the ones she needed.
She smirked at the people who turned down her isle but retreated swiftly, it made her feel good, powerful. Like the respect she had in prison followed her back home. Although she knew what the people of Charming were giving her and it wasn't respect; they were scared shitless of her. They thought since she could kill such nice people like the Palon's, that it wouldn't mean much if she slaughtered them also.
She made her way up to the front of the store, shoving the basket down on the black conveyer-belt and gave the young cashier a cold smile. The girl seemed a bit younger than her, hell she was probably at Charming High when she was arrested. She was probably in the nameless crowd that stood in the hallway staring at her.
As the cashier started unloading her basket she gulped at the contents, 5 boxes of trash bags, a roll of duck tape, three bottles of vodka, a package of lighters, and a can of bleach. Andy smirked thinking about the people who stood a good couple feet behind her.
"I need three packs of Marlboro 100's" Her raspy voice made goose-bumps rise on the girls arms. The young blonde scooted back on her feet, grabbed three packs and stepped forward quickly, refusing to turn her back on the frightening woman in front of her.
"I-I need ID" the girl stuttered looking down, a scowl came on Andy's face. Her license was expired, so instead Andy pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head and looked over a girl with a threatening stare. The girl quickly scanned the objects and set the two bags on the counter far away from her.
Andy kept the glare on her face, as she grabbed her bags and walked out the door. Quickly grabbing a cigarette and shoving it in her mouth. She got her old purple lighter out and lit it up, taking a long drag. She hadn't had nicotine in a day and she already going through withdrawal.
She slipped her glasses on, ignoring the stomping of heels thinking they were moving away from her. She was wrong.
A woman stepped in front of Andy's path, stopping her from wandering home. Andy kept her head down, looking at her shoes as her lip twitched forming a growl. She didn't like people, she liked the space she was receiving, and having someone ruin that was pissing her off.
"You're Adriana Palon aren't you?" The woman asked, tilting her head so her sunglasses fell down her nose to show her blue eyes. Andy kept quiet, she didn't need to blow up on anyone so close to home, she would take her anger out the way she used to; the gun range.
"Well?" The woman asked, obviously unhappy with the silence she was getting. Andy just took another drag of her cigarette, blowing the air out of her nose angrily.
She growled under her breath, before trying another tactic to get Andy to talk. "Whatcha doing with that stuff?" nodding her head towards Andy's bags, "Planning on hiding another body?"
Andy slowly lifted her head to stare the woman in the eye. Her high heels only made her level with Andy. The woman stood her ground, but her eyes held a hint of fear of the young glowering woman.
"If you don't get outta my way" Andy growled lowly. Her voice raspier than normal because of the anger laced into it.
Andy didn't wait for a reply; she knocked shoulders with the older woman, nearly making her fall as she walked down the sidewalk back towards her house.
Andy didn't really think twice about the older woman. She reminded her of Lena Sánchez, just another bitch trying to show who ran the place.
She honestly finds it funny when woman like that try to parade their strengths, almost like they're looking for a fight, showing other woman who was on top. Woman like that never settled right with Andy. She doesn't get bossed around, and she doesn't get looked down upon.
Andy chuckled darkly to herself as she walked, No bitch was untouchable.
Gemma Teller Morrow stomped into the clubhouse to see Clay shooting pool with Tig and Jax.
"Guess whose back in town" She called over to them, walking over and leaning on the edge of the table. The men looked at her waiting for her to continue.
"Andy Palon" She grumbled, as she rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. Although the girl was frightening, there was no doubt about that, she didn't appreciate her speaking to her like that. No one got to talk to her like that, and she wasn't going to let that bend for some crazy bitch.
Jax's mouth hung open slightly at the thought, last time he saw her she was being escorted down Charming High's hallway with a shit eating grin on her face.
Clay looked at the ground his forehead crunching up as he thought over the name, it sounded familiar.
"The crazy bitch that killed Pete and Grace seven years ago. She's out" Gemma explained to her husband so she didn't have to wait for his response. He nodded his head looking at his wife with his eyebrow raised. Why did this matter to him? He heard about it, but he never liked the Palon's so their deaths didn't really bother him.
"What does this have to do with us?" Tig muttered, aiming and taking a shot while Clay and Jax stared at her.
Gemma thought it over; she really didn't know why she told them. Maybe just to mention it or maybe she could ask them to take care of her, saying she is a threat to Charming. But was it really necessary for that? The girl barley came into town today, and if Gemma were her she would have done the same thing.
"Eh, just saw her at the store" She shrugged, thinking about the girl. She didn't seem mental, Gemma had seen mental people and she wasn't it. She just seemed dangerous. Something she was used to with being around so many bikers.
The clubhouse door opened and Opie walked in, pulling on his Cut. "Hey, did ya hear Andy's back?" he asked. They were a few years older than her in school, and got to see her taken away. Opie nodded his head at Jax as he walked over.
"Yeah, Donna got a text from Jenny saying she saw her while jogging" Opie sighed sitting on a bar stool pulled to the side.
"I feel kind of bad ya know? She's been gone for seven years and the minute she gets back everyone is avoiding her, and talkin' about her behind her back" Opie muttered sitting on the stool and propping his feet up on a table.
Gemma felt a pang of sympathy, Opie felt bad because Opie had been in her shoes. But he had a club to come back to, a wife and kids. This girl got arrested for murdering her family; no one was waiting for her when she got back.
But then again she murdered her family. She is the reason no one is waiting for her. Gemma still didn't think she was mental; she was just scary and dangerous, like a few of the bikers she knew.