RUNAWAY

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💄 VERITY💄

She was pushing ninety miles....
Copper hair flowing in the wind
with her arms spread out beside her...

Though not a morning person, I'd woken at dawn to avoid my dad and brothers. I'd call them well meaning, but they're restrictive as fuck. No girl wants to be on a leash. Especially not one who possess a Harley-Davidson Street Glide. I'm on the run temporarily, 'cause I'm feeling cagey. I'm also bored with my current direction in life. Although my dad and brothers would say that's my fault. According to them I willfully passed on the sports scholarship I earned. I just didn't wanna be a soccer player only to be forced to retire early to injury. Which my dad was okay with as long as I'd named what I wanted to do instead. But that wasn't in my case, to my dad's annoyance. Thankfully mom intervened and coaxed him to give me a gap year. So dad put me to work around our motorcycle club. Basically I became a glorified assistant to my dad's rank-holders. From Vice Prez, down the line to Tail Gunner. I attempted each job to the best of my ability and each one of my dad's rankers treated me nicely. Yet out of all the jobs, I enjoyed looking over the club's books. Mainly because it's a solo job. Unfortunately my year is drawing to a close, the upcoming shindig to be exact. I returned my hands to the handle bars as the road was tapering into a sharp curve. As I turned I felt the tension seeping out of me. As the winding, elevated road meant I wasn't far from Astoria Point. Technically every member of dad's club, the Death Riders, know of Astoria Point. It's special as only my mom and best friend know to find me there. I grin as I stop at the grassy cliff overlooking the mountainous valley. I strip my helmet and jacket to start climbing the boulders to my spot. Now hidden I rolled over a decent size boulder to reveal my diary. I haven't written an entry in a while and feel the need scratching at my brain.

MAY 5TH

I need to be free...
But the only way is to leave the DR MC club... Yet my dad and brother's would more likely brawl with a grizzly than let me go. Mom says I should wait till their trip after the shindig. I just don't like the idea of sneaking off like a fox stealing a chicken. However there's only one of me and four of the-."

( ( ( VRMMM ) ) ) ( ( ( VRMMM ) ) )

The sound of a motorcycle fills my soul with dread. I quickly hide my diary and dust away any signs of movement. I sigh and clamber down the boulders hoping it's my mom, but know better. As I'm stepping down I glance in the direction of my motorcycle and trip. As the person is  prez of the Crossroad Demons, Rigger Jones, or (Rush.)

"Look atcha falling for me," he snickered as he steadied me.

"Pfft, still seeing delusions after your recent wreck?" I teased as I extricated myself from his light hold.

"Nope, the doc said I'm fine, but it's sweet that you been thinkin' of me."

"As i- You're right, I have been thinking about you, Rush," I crooned as I stepped into his arms.

"What do ya fantasize about?" He leaned in as he intently studied my face.

"A...wedding."

"A wedding?" His Adam's apple bobbed as I smoothed a lock of his brown hair.

"Mhhmm."