Mia

Chapter One

A fresh start, all I wanted was a fresh start. A small town in Texas should do it, yeah go to Texas and live with my uncle.

I jumped at the opportunity when my grandmother told me about him freshly having a stroke and needing help around his farm to keep up with things.

I love nature and am basically certified to take care of my uncle.

I mean everyone always talked about him being loaded and generous. Why not see what Texas has to offer.

Stupid stupid stupid...

They came at witching hour like two fucked up spirits. I was getting water. I had left my uncle asleep in his recliner after waking him up three times and telling him to get into bed.

Once my glass was full I made my way to my room. Right as I walk past the front door I hear a small creek.

My uncle jumps from his recliner like he was electrocuted. His large form jumping to action. "Hwha-" he grabs me and almost throws me into the hall closet. He gives me a wide eyed look before putting his pointer finger over his lips, shushing me.

I begin to tell him that it's probably just his outside cat, but he slams the closet door in my face.

Almost seconds later I hear the sound of the front door slamming  open.

There are sounds of heavy steps and shuffling before the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

"You know what you owe and we have come to collect Clifford. Times up." A deep voice with an old country accent cuts in.

I clutch the water glass in my hand. What in the hell is going on? Silence bounces off the walls for a minute.

"So what is it? Do you have the money or not, old man?" A different voice comes in this one is less deep.

I cover my mouth with my hand and sink down farther into the closet.

"Trevor, I don't think he's going to talk and I don't have all night. We should just beat it out of em." I hear some rustling then the sound of a gun cocking back.

They're going to shoot my uncle.

My uncle's stroke left him mute and bad tempered. He is a stubborn old man, but he has been nice where it counts.

From what I know about him he doesn't deserve to be shot down in his own home.

I move my hand from my mouth and try to stand a little. It all happens so fast my head bumps into the shelving above me and boxes come tumbling down.

To add to insult my water glass also crashes down and the closet door flings open. Damn my clumsiness.

My eyes go wide at the ginger giant at the frame of the closet. He is so tall he has to dip down in order to step far enough into the closet to grab me. He pulls my arm damn near out of the socket.

I fight him in every way to keep him from pulling me out. "Let go of me." I scratch at his arms and flail from Side to side.

"Stop it or your grandfather will get it." He tightens his grip on my arm. I almost instantly stop fighting. "Good girl." He smiles showing his perfect white teeth.

I snarl at him.

He pulls me into the living room and throws me on my uncle's couch. The two white men look pissed.

"Who's this clif? I thought you lived on this hill alone." The man holding the gun on my uncle is eyeing me. He is shorter than the man who pulled me out of the closet and looks a lot older too.

He taps my uncle's head with the gun when he doesn't speak. "He's mute you idiot. He had a stroke." I speak up.

My uncle looks at me for the first time since all of this first piped off and shakes his head as if to tell me to stay silent.

"Whoa, Phil we started this all wrong. Give Clif some paper and a pin." The ginger jokes he takes his eyes off of me and looks at Phil.

"He don't do that either you fucking dummy." I shout angrily, totally ignoring my uncle.

"You sure have a mouth on you for a girl. I would be nicer to us if I were you." The Ginger coaches me while standing over me to make sure I don't get up.

"Fuck you." I put emphasis on the fuck. Who do they think they are roughing up people in their houses at three in the morning.

Phil brings his hand over his chest under his long beard and rubs it. "Clifford, you teach her to talk like that? Somebody needs to teach her women don't need to be having nasty mouths like that."

I look at them with disgust. "Maybe since Cliff can't talk and you have so much to say you can answer our questions." Ginger cuts back in. "What's your name sweetheart?"

Phil brings his gun close to my uncle's head.

"Ju-" I go to lie.

The Ginger cuts me off. "And I would answer this honestly. I would hate for your uncle's brains to be blown all over his favorite chair."

I mumble quickly. "Mia," before shutting my mouth.

"Hi Mia, my name is Trevor. This is Phillip. Your grandfather owes our club some money. He has quite the gambling problem and he has racked up a hefty debt. Does your paw paw by chance have five hundred thousand laying around here somewhere?" The Ginger says all of this with a gentle sweet southern charm.

I look at both of the men's attire and notice the motorcycle club cuts. The outlaws...

I then look at my uncle who is no longer looking at me. His head is down like he has accepted his fate. What have you gotten me into, old man?

"No, I am sure that we don't have that kind of money. Not tonight anyways. I can pull something together though. Maybe pay in installments." I have leveled my uncles bills sir the past three months. He alway has just enough to pay for everything.

The most valuable thing he has is his land and his home.

"Un uh little lady that just won't do. We gave your uncle six months. Time is up and payment is due now." Trevor turns to give Phil the signal to shoot my uncle.

"Wait! Please there has to be something I can do." I basically beg. I don't wanna see my uncle get his head blown off and with all that I have seen tonight I know I will be next.

"I doubt that." Phil says, looking at me with fake remorse.

Trevor stares at me longingly. "Maybe we should take her to him." He reaches out and pulls on a lock of my hair until the curl straights then springs back.

"Trev..." Phil sounds weary. "He will chew her up and swallow her. She's better off like she is." He shakes his head.

"She'll be alright." Trevor holds his hand out for me to take. I look at it unsure. "Do you wanna live or not?" He looks like he will get something out of this.

"I will only go if you don't hurt my uncle." I look at the old man whose head is still down in defeat.

"Deal." Trevor agrees and I take his hand. "Come on Phil," Phil puts his gun up cursing.