The Anarchy Princess

10. "Collision course"

July
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"Dad." My voice turned to a whisper. Dean grabbed my hand with his, and he leaned over to wipe away my tears with the other. "I guess I'm glad you took after the club and not your mama." Dad joked. "That uh, was one thing I wanted the boys to teach you. To appreciate the classics." He said. "And considering if you still have the car, then they did right by me." His voice was full of emotion. "I know I owe you so many years. You and your brother both. I wish I could give you both all this time we lost." He said quietly. "But I hope one thing's for certain. That I'll see you and Jackson again." He said. "And I hope you have a good man beside you. You don't want anyone immature. Trust me. They'll only hurt." He laughed lightly. "There's a, uh, hole in the closet wall at your mama's house. You're the one I trust with that. So please baby, be careful. There's secrets there. Dark ones." He said, almost like a warning. I stared at Dean as he looked back at me. We shared a thought. We find it. I raced back towards the house. Not making it in park before jumping out of the car, I snuck into the garage. I threw open mom's closet door and started to feel on all the walls. My mind raced as I scanned the walls. I didn't find any cracks or holes. "Shit." I cursed as I slumped in defeat. "Find it?" Dean asked walking through the door, I shook my head as I stared up at him. "Where else would she have a closet." He asked. "The- club!" I yelled, "come on, let's go." I said as I ordered him to walk with me. "Yeah, give me a few minutes." He said. I raced out into the car, pulling into the driveway. "Dean! Let's go!" I yelled. "What is taking you so- long." I said as I saw the scene in front of me, Kyler and Cheryl were making out, pushed her up against the wall of the room. "What the hell!" I yelled. "Come on." Dean said, he gently pulled me away. I wanted to puke, or kill them. Not sure which. Looking into his green eyes I stopped, the world around me stilled. I grabbed the spare keys to the club as I ran back out to the car. Little did I know, there was someone who would beat me to a pulp, waiting for me. I had grabbed the bike keys and rushed down. I pulled into the lot, killing the bike and running inside. I fumbled with the door, and threw open the doors to the club's meeting room. I dug around the table, but as soon as my fingertips grazed a stack of papers, I felt my head slammed forward. My body felt numb as I tried to stand. I was kicked down again. I was weak. My body was growing tired. I held up my hands in surrender showing no sign of weapons. A fist collided with my face. Over and over and over. Each one felt more forceful than the last. I tried to look at who it was, but failed. "Please, st-stop." I groaned. They kept hitting, more and more. They grabbed a nail gun from the other side of the table and had it firmly pressed against my temple. "N-no. Please!" I cried out. The last thing I remember is someone chasing them away with gunfire. Lots. And a voice yell out. "Stay awake for me!" "Help is on it's way." Dean said. I tried to open my eyes, but couldn't. I was quietly pulled into his lap. Deep breathing as he was pacing himself had me slightly on edge. "Dean." I groaned out. "Shh, it's ok. I'm here." He said quietly. I let myself fall sleep.