Rig occasionally let me talk to some of the girls when I behaved well. He said that they could teach me the ropes, but what they really taught me was to run if I ever got the chance. The longer I stayed at the club, the more I learned. A few of the girls were even younger than me; the youngest one barely being thirteen. She looked like a little kid, but her eyes were dull and void from the loss of her innocence. Some of the girls claimed they were there willingly, and even went as far as to say that they loved their old man, but more than a few were being held against their will, just like me.
Before the night Dad gave me to Timmons, I had my life mapped out: turn eighteen, get my mom and me out of the little trailer we lived in, and run as far away as we could. But, finding Mom dead on the kitchen floor changed all of that. I should have been smart. I should have packed up and ran away from that piece of shit town as soon as I laid eyes on her cold, lifeless body. Instead, I made the ultimate error of running straight to my Dad, which has, so far, been the biggest mistake of my life.
Losing hope as the weeks passed, I didn’t think I’d ever get out of that clubhouse. The day Chipper found me being raped and humiliated by two disgusting men, I knew I was going to be free. I wasn’t sure how, and I never would’ve thought he’d be the one to do what he did, but I knew in my gut as soon as I saw him that he was my savoir. Chipper not only saved me, but he also gave me a home and a family; a place where I felt safe and loved for the first time in my entire life.
It took some getting used to at first, because I’d never had a true home or a place where I felt that I was wanted. It was all so new to me, and in the beginning, I was convinced that it would all come crashing down at any given time. I was scared to death of all of the bikers, because something inside of me just knew that one of them would try to hurt me. But the truth of the matter is that no one ever did. In fact, Chipper’s younger brother, Kidd, has even become one of my best friends.
Kidd was there when I first arrived, and he has made a point to come over to Chipper and Mindy’s nearly every day since. I may be only sixteen, but I’m not blind. That man is just… wow. He has dark blonde hair and clear blue eyes, pretty much every girl’s dream. He may be nearly ten years older than me, but there’s something about him; something different from all of the rest. Just being around him puts my nerves at ease.
Last night, I finally told Mindy that I had a big ol’ crush on Kidd, which is something I thought would never happen after what Timmons did to me. I thought she would be shocked or even a little mad, maybe even scream at me for falling for a twenty-six year old man, but she didn’t. All she said was that I had to wait till I turned eighteen before I even thought about being with him.
Mindy told me all about Kidd; how he stepped up and took Chipper’s place as VP. Chipper is seven years older than Kidd, so everyone always assumed he’d take Gun’s place as president when the time came. Mindy says that Chipper stepped down to spend more time with her. I think there’s more to it than that, but I don’t know what yet, and honestly, it’s none of my business.
I’m still thinking about Kidd when Mindy walks into the kitchen and pulls me out of my thoughts. She smiles as soon as she sees me, but her smile doesn’t fully reach her eyes. I can tell she isn’t feeling well again today. “Hey, sweetie. You want some breakfast?”
I shake my head. “Nah. I’m not hungry.”
She walks over to me and pushes the hair from my face. “If you’re not hungry, why are you sitting in the kitchen?”
“I got up, and you were still sleeping. I figured I’d sit in here until you woke up. I didn’t want to turn on the TV and disturb you.” I shrug, not wanting to tell her that I heard her getting sick last night, and I knew she needed to get all the rest she could. She also needs to get to the doctor, but there’s no damn way I’m going to say that. I’ve heard her and Chipper fighting over going to the doctor too many times.
He wants her to see someone, someone that knows a little more than the quack at the clinic in town, but she refuses. She says that if something was really wrong with her, then her doctor would have figured it out by now. Mindy is a smart woman, but I’m siding with Chipper on this one. I’m just too nervous to voice my opinion about it.
She bends down and places a soft kiss on my cheek. “That was sweet of you, but you could’ve turned on the TV. I can sleep through anything. It wouldn’t have bothered me.”
I smile back and stand up. “Do you want me to make you some breakfast?”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m the mom here, remember? I’m the one that cooks.”
“I made my mom breakfast a bunch of times.”
Her brows tighten and anger flashes in her eyes. “I know you did, but that’s not happening here.”
Mindy was not at all happy when I told her about my mom. She didn’t like that Mom had me do all the cooking and cleaning around the house. I tried to explain that my mom just didn’t feel good most of the time, and it wasn’t her fault, but Mindy refused to listen. Ready to change the subject, I smile. “Fine, Mom. What do you want to do today?”
A smile flashes across her face as soon as I say mom. She loves when I call her that. At first, it felt kind of foolish to be calling a woman I’ve only know for a little while Mom. She seems to like it though, and she’s been a way better mother to me than mine ever thought about being.
“Why don’t you go watch some TV? I’m going to stick a pot roast in the crock pot for dinner tonight, and then we can veg out on the sofa.”
I smile and place a kiss on her flushed cheek. “Sounds good to me,” I say as I make my way to the living room.
I walk into Chipper and Mindy’s and see Jenna sitting on the sofa watching TV. I smile as soon as I lay eyes on her. I can’t seem to stay away from the kid. She just draws me to her in a way that I don’t really understand. She’s a pretty little thing. You can see she’s going to be a beautiful lady someday. She’s got shoulder length black hair that sometimes looks blue in the right light, and she has the biggest eyes that I’ve ever seen. They’re the color of freshly brewed coffee and look a little too big for her face. Her body is long and lean. She’s the tallest sixteen year old girl I’ve ever seen. Even so, there’s no denying she’s just a kid. There isn’t a womanly curve on her body. How some sick fucker could touch her, I’ll never know, but I can guarantee that it won’t happen again.
Jenna’s still quiet most of the time. Who wouldn’t be after what she’s been though? But when you get her to open up she’s funny as hell. Her laugh, I swear, I’ve never heard anything more beautiful in my life. I’ve never had a little sister, but I think if I did, she’d be just like Jenna. “What’cha watching, kiddo?”
Her whole face lights up when she sees me. “Charmed. Cole is like such a babe. You want to watch with me? I’m a girl and all, but even I think Phoebe is pretty hot.”
I shake my head and shoot her a smile. “I don’t think so. I was hoping you might want to go for a ride.”
“Yes!” she shrieks before jumping up and running towards her room. Within seconds, she’s back, carrying her shoes in one hand and her jacket in the other. “I’m ready.”
I laugh before answering. “Don’t you think your shoes would work better if you put them on your feet?”
She smiles again and places her shoes on the floor. She quickly pulls them on her feet then stands back up. “Now, I’m ready.”
Before I can respond, Mindy walks out of the kitchen. “Where are you two going?”
I walk over to my sister-in-law and place a soft kiss on her forehead. “I figured I’d take the kid out for a ride, maybe go over to Drexel and grab some lunch.”
“Hey, I’m not a kid.” Jenna shouts from behind me as she walks closer to us. “I’m almost seventeen.”
Mindy laughs at Jenna before responding. “You’ll be seventeen in four months.”
“Like, I said, I’m almost seventeen,” Jenna says with a smile.
Mindy and I both look at her and laugh at the same time. By the time we’re finished, Jenna’s face is red. I can’t tell if it’s from anger or embarrassment. Either way, I can tell it’s time to hit the road. I reach out and curl my hand around her neck and pull her towards me. “Come on, Jenna. Let’s get going.”
Before we walk out the door, I have to listen to Mindy’s rules. Jenna better be wearing a helmet, I better not go over the speed limit, and I have to have her home before dark. I guess I’m not the only one that’s grown attached to the girl.