Chapter One

'Why did dad have to cheat on my mom, why did we have to be the ones to move?' was all I thought as we drove from Phoenix to Santa Clara. My name in case you're wondering is Michelle Emerson and I am currently sitting the back seat of my mom's car with my obnoxious twin brother Michael who is picking on our little brother Sam and our mom is singing off tune some old shit on the radio. As we drove past the 'Welcome to Santa Clara' sign, my twin had me turn my head to see what was painted on the back. 'Welcome to the Murder Capital of the World' was all it said, after giving him a shrug I went back to listening to my Walkman which was currently blaring Madonna.

I was obsessed to say the least with Madonna; I wanted to be like her, so much that I started dressing like her this past year. My father was furious to say the least when he saw credit card bill for the beginning of school last year; between Michael, Sam, and I we spent over seven hundred dollars in clothes and school supplies. This year was supposed to be different, my father had promised me he was going to buy me a car for my last year of school. It was so I wouldn't have to ride with Michael, and I could join the choir this year at school but no he had to go and fuck it up by sleeping with that hussy of a secretary. I was so mad at him, I told him I wished he would just up and die. I was always daddy's little princess but when I found out I rebelled big time.

My father was so oblivious to the fact I was going out every night and getting drunk and high, hell I even slept around. It wasn't until I overdosed on prescription pills that my parents finally figured out what I was doing and that is one of the reasons I am sitting in this fucking car on the way to my Grandfather's house. The second is because mom found out about the affair and divorced our father (I say good riddance), other than having to move to another state I was glad my mother was leaving that worthless asshole.

I bet your wondering why I am so pissed off at my dad; well let's put it this way, when I was laying the hospital recovering from my overdose he was banging his mistress in Jamaica. He didn't even have the gull to drop everything and come home to his only daughter who needed her daddy, don't get me wrong I still love him but right now I can't stand him. I knew that leaving him was hurting Sammy just as bad as it was hurting me to leave Phoenix, but I had this feeling that my life was about to change and this time nobody was going to stop me from getting what I want.

As usual I wasn't paying attention to anything my mom or brothers said until we stop for gas and some food, it was Michael (or that twin thing) who asked if I wanted to ride the rest of the way with him on his dirt bike. Yes having a brother ain't as bad I am making it out to be, he is the one that got me to the hospital that night in time to save my life. Figuring it would be an exciting time to get some fresh air, I agreed to ride with him the rest of the way to Grandpa's. Like me Michael rebelled but instead of drinking and getting high, he got an after-school job (after quitting the football team) and saved up to buy his bike. I was proud of him, in fact he had enough to buy me my own bike since I keep stealing his (it wasn't stealing if he said I could use it anytime I wanted.)

By the time we got to Grandpa's, we could see him lying on the porch looking like he was dead; of course, Sammy had to pop off with "If he's dead, does that mean we get to go back to Phoenix?". I just wanted to smack my idiot brother, but Grandpa just sat right up and scared the daylight out of all of us, he said something about being good at faking it, but I wasn't listening. All I wanted to do was to get out on the boardwalk and find some trouble, I was forced to come here why not stir up some trouble before school starts up again. To be honest I didn't want to go back to school; I just wanted to party all night and sleep all day but if I was living under my mother's roof, I had to go to school with Michael.

While Grandpa was helping, mom unload the car and trailer, I went upstairs to try and grab the best room before my idiot brothers got to it but as usual I was late and got stuck in a room that was no bigger than the one I had back in Phoenix. After unpacking everything, well everything, I had one of those big purses that women carry full of extra clothes, my weed stash (I bought two pounds before I left) and four bottles of my father's best hard alcohol (thank god for Jack, Jim, Jose, and Johnny Walker), I went downstairs to see if I could get a ride to the boardwalk. Thank god Sammy decided to ride with mom (otherwise she would have found my stash), that meant I could ride with Michael (since he knew what was in the bag, he didn't care as long as I wasn't popping pills again.)

By the time, we got to the boardwalk, a very sweaty and oily guy was playing the Sax and of course leave it to Michael to find a girl on the first night to stalk. I on the other hand had seen four extremely hot looking motorcycles sitting on the boardwalk all by themselves, so being the motorcycle fan, I was I approached but didn't close enough to touch (you never touch a motorcycle without the owner's permission, which was a sure-fire way of getting hurt.) As I was scooping out the bikes I didn't realize I was being scooped out by their extremely hot looking owners, it took every fiber in my being not to touch the Yamaha XT500 that was right in front of me. OK yes, I knew bikes, it's hard not to when your twin comes to you for advice on the best one to get (yet hardly lets you ride on it or even drive it), I couldn't help but wish I could feel the power of it between my legs.

I wanted to know if that kind of power could get me off, like some of the rumors I have heard. A lot of the girls I ran with back in Phoenix said having a powerful motorcycle vibrating between your legs was better than sex any day of the week. Hell, I bet it was, considering half the guys I had been with were complete duds in the sack. Yeah, I was a slut so screw me, I didn't care if I didn't get pregnant or weird disease. There was something about this bike that just begged to be used, I bet sex on it must be amazing; maybe I should try and find a used one with what money I have left out of my trust fund my asshole daddy set up, so I wouldn't tell mommy about his affair (good thing I cleaned it out before she did find out, because daddy tried to close it but found out it had nothing left.)

While I was entranced by the bike, it's owner along with his three friends came walking over and scared me by accident. It wasn't until I felt his breath by my ear that I noticed that someone was there, "See something you like doll face?" he whispered while giving me shivers that I couldn't explain away. Turning to see who was talking to me I saw the most amazingly ice blue eyes looking back at me, without missing a beat or even blushing I say "I see two things that I like, but just because I like doesn't always mean I can have. Besides if your anything like my annoying twin, you wouldn't let a girl take a spin on it with or without you."

I could hear his friends laughing behind him and then I hear "Looks like David had finally met a girl he couldn't scare, so what's your name doll?" one of them says. "My names Michelle but my friend's back in Phoenix call me Freya Rose or Frye; Frye, because I was always playing with a match or a lighter. Hell, there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't have a joint or a cigarette hanging out of my mouth, but since I am stuck at my Grandpa's, and he doesn't know about my misdeeds I must pretend to be a good girl. To be honest I just want to be free from the cage I call home now, besides, I have to go before one of my jailers comes to find me. One little mistake and they try and lock you up like a criminal, so what if I took some pills and chased it with some Jack and Jim? And Freya Rose after the Norse Goddess of Beauty, Love, War and Death don't know why that one but that's what they called me a lot." I said as my mouth ran off without my brain being filtered.

"Hey Paul sounds like we just found you a soul sister." Another one says as he starts to straddle his bike. I just look at him and noticed he was about 5'8 with curly blonde hair and piercing blue/green eyes (ok, they were nice looking but nothing like the one's in front of me), he was wearing ripped jeans with black leather chaps around them, biker boots and a white wife beater combined with a very colorful jacket. Next to him was a tall Indian looking guy with shoulder length black hair and beautiful brown eyes (still had nothing on the guy who was still in front of me), he had a black leather jacket and no shirt with some black ripped jeans as well.

I guessed the other tall guy with blonde hair and blue eyes had to be Paul, I had to assume that the one in front of me was David. I turned to look at him again but this time trying not to focus on his eyes, afraid that if I looked at his eyes he could get me to do anything he wanted. He was hot looking standing there in a Black leather trench coat, form fitting black jeans and a pair of biker boots; he could make the purest of girls nickers wet just by looking at him. He had an aura of death, immortality, sex, and blood about him and at the time I didn't understand why but I soon found out I couldn't live without him.

Instead of sticking around and inserting foot in mouth again, I bolted and started looking for Michael who was still chasing that girl he saw earlier. Finally, by the time I found him, he was talking to Sammy as he watched the girl he was stalking ride off the four boys I had just seen earlier. For some reason, I was jealous of her as she rode off on the back of David's bike, but I couldn't show it in front of Michael knowing full well he would try and keep me from being near David. For some reason, Michael wanted me to go back to being, the sweet innocent little (by two minutes) sister that I was two years ago, why couldn't he just get through his head that girl died when dad cheated on the entire family.

Finally, it was time to head home, as I climbed on the back of Michael's bike I asked "Hey Mike, would you be willing to let me ride back out with you tomorrow? I know you planning to come back, and I was hoping I could come with you, I promise I won't cramp your style with the chicks. I just don't want to be stuck at Grandpa's that's all." Sighing he said, "Yeah I guess I could, but if you're not back before lights out I am leaving your ass on the boardwalk."

I knew that he would do it too; he really didn't want me around, sometimes I wondered if anyone in the family wanted me around. After all I was a trouble maker and per them I was the real reason why the divorce happened. But I didn't care, one more year and I was outta here. I would just take off and disappear, become one of those thousands of missing but then I really couldn't do that to my mom; my dad and brothers were another story but my mom, she was the only thing keeping me from really leaving. Maybe if I knew she would be okay with just the boys, I would leave; just maybe I could find her a new husband, one that could take care of her and the boys. One that wouldn't mind his stepdaughter popping in every few months for a visit, yes right who am I kidding.

By the time we made it back to Grandpa's I was ready for bed, I knew that I had to get up with enough time to get ready for tomorrow night. I was going to catch David's attention if it killed me, for some strange reason I was drawn to him, and I didn't want that bitch he was with anywhere near him from now on. So, before bed I grabbed my tightest pair of jeans (that even though were tight, still let me breath), a black over-sized sweater that went on the shoulder on one side, my three-inch-high heeled black lace up boots and set them off to the side. I had gotten this outfit a week before we were to move so I hadn't had a chance to wear it yet, but I knew that David wasn't going to be able to take his eyes off me.

By the end of tomorrow David was going to be mine if it killed me and I just might have a new family that cared about me. Yeah, I knew Michael saved my life and all, but he just did it, so he could make me indebted to him for the rest of my life and Sammy he just cared about his stupid superhero comics. My mom was getting over a broken heart and really didn't have time to deal with me and my Grandpa was too busy stuffing dead animals to really see what was going on. That night I dreamed of a tall blonde with ice blue eyes talking me from within the mist.

~I was standing on the edge of a cliff over-looking the ocean, when I heard his voice speaking from behind me in a misty fog, "Freya Rose, come join us. Be one of us forever, we will never hurt you. I can't hurt you, you're the one I am meant to be with forever. Come to us!" he said. But before I could go to him, he was gone along with the mist. I called out to him "Wait David I am coming, please don't leave me!" I practically yelled while chasing after the fading mist. ~

By the time I woke up I was in tears, what did that dream mean? Why did it feel so real, ugh it was too much for me to manage now? Rolling over to look at my clock I saw that I had six hours before Michael was going to take me to the boardwalk, perfect that gave me enough time to get in a bubble bath plus do my hair and make-up. Today I was going to change it up a bit with my hair style, normally if I were going to ride on Michael's bike I would leave down to get that wind-swept hair but today I was going to pull it in a French Braid with my bangs curled on the side of my face. After my bath and hair was done I got started on my make-up, I went with the Smokey-blue look with cat eyes like eyeliner. My lipstick choice of the day was a passion pink and I had to admit I was going to knock David's block off tonight, if this didn't get his attention then I would just give up. By the time, I was completely done it was time for Michael and me to go back to the Boardwalk, as I was walking down the stairs I heard I wolf whistle coming from Sammy.

"Wow sis, it looks like Michael has his work cut out for him tonight, trying to keep the guys off you." Sam says as he walks out to hitch a ride with our mom. He wanted to go back to that comic book shop I heard him talking about before bed last night. I didn't care as long as he stayed out of my business and as for Michael, I might not be the only one getting what we want tonight. It was just barely dark by the time we got where we were going and as soon as Michael came to a stop I took off down the Boardwalk, looking for those boys from last night. As I was walking I noticed a jewelry stand that was selling beautiful necklaces in all styles but there was one that felt like it was calling out to me.

It was a black and silver choker with a silver amethyst rose, it was perfect but for some reason I chose not to buy without delay, it was because I hadn't eaten yet and I was hungry. Telling myself that it would be there when I came back, I headed to a hot dog vendor and grabbed a hot dog. When I sat down to eat, I placed my headphones over my ears and turned up my Walkman as loud as it could go. All I wanted to do was ignore the world until the boys showed up and I could get the nerve to snag David.