Sometimes I worry that I'm not good enough to do anything. I write the opening line of my journal. If anyone were to find this everyone would know my secret. One not even my family knows. Not even my ex boyfriend knows, if I had told them maybe he wouldn't be my ex maybe I'd still be with my family. When this happened to me I cut my friends and family out of my life I was engaged, My best friend just had her baby and I wasn't even there to meet him. But how could I be in their lives with the danger I carry now? No one can figure out why I have changed or what could have caused this I've moved clear across the country to escape the danger, but maybe it's time to move back maybe it's time to stop running. Maybe it's time to be who I was meant to be. I was raised with the club I shouldn't be afraid I know how to take care of myself why was the real reason I ran instead of fighting, Because if the clubs found out it would mean instant retaliation. the death toll would rise the club would end up inside. Inside with no protection. I can't handle that Kip inside with no protection he'd be an easy target. He's pissed off just about every club in the surrounding area. I had made up my mind pulling on my boots and my leather I headed out leaving this new world I had created as Melody Smith. I was going back to Braetin Richards. Rubbing my bike I hit the highway Look Out Redwood I'm coming back. I was going to be with Kip unless he was with one of the crow eaters. With me being gone for more than a year it's a possibility. The only good thing that came from me leaving charming is the history I learnt on the club. I know the truth about clay killing JT, I know why Jax Teller really died. I know how my mom really died. I still remember the day I found out, I remember the day I found out Alex Tragger or better known as Tig was my grandfather. I remember the day I found out the truth about my family my aunt and told me everything, I remember the day I showed up at teller marrow looking for answers; I remember the day I met Kip. The day I chose to stay and live life of my grandfather's. Even after I knew it was the other clubs that killed my mother. The MC was my life. It was a mistake to leave charming. I pulled to a stop at the rest stop I pulled my pre pay out of my pocket time to call my grandfather. He answers on the first ring. "Yeah?"
"Hey grandpa. It's Braetin."
"Why did you leave?"
"That's not important at the moment. What's important is I'm coming home. " I hung up and continued my journey home. My journey to charming.
The thrill I got as I flew past the welcome to Charming sign was unexpected but how could it be when this was the place I call home? I couldn't wait to see Kip and Grandpa; though he had some explaining to do about my mom. I wanted to know why she was burnt like she was a dirty Mexican. I don't know why she was killed, but I know how; and I want to know if my Grandpa's involvement with the club was why. I found my way to Teller-Marrow with little difficulty who ever said you couldn't go home was wrong. They were dead wrong and I was wrong for trying to leave. When I pulled to a stop and released the throttle I noticed that the club was outside waiting for me. I scanned the crowd; looking at everyone, but only searching for Kip. Would I be to late to walk back in as a romantic interest in his life? Would he even speak to me? The club didn't have a clue why I left, but at least they knew I had completely skipped out on Kip. I had told my grandpa I was leaving, but I asked him not to say anything to the club until they had asked where I was.
