Running Wild (Sinner's Wrath MC)

Chapter two

Scrounging up the last of my money I pay for the bus ticket to Alabassy. The clerk that takes the money looks at me skeptically. As if he is suspecting that I'm running away.

In a way I am, running away from the home that I have lived in my whole life. Sure it may not have been the warmest home ever but still.

"Here's your change and you'll be on the third bus to the right." He says with a fake sweet smile. As if he thinks he's fooling anyone. He probably hates his job and his life considering he has a beer belly the size of Mount everest. In his days here he probably also seen a lot of run aways too.

Little girls that think their life sucks w hen their parents won't let them have a new car or date the bad boy. Well I'm headed toward the bad boys. Scratch that, men not boys. When I picture the club I see old fat men sitting around a big table drinking beer and having fights.

Not exactly the place I would necessarily want to go but it sure beats my mom's place. And I sure as hell am not going back there. Not to the cops, who would throw me into the foster system.

Stepping back from the counter I flash the man a half-assed smile and head in the direction he said. Seeing the third bus I climb aboard and peer around the spacious interior. Not bad for the amount of money I paid, wasn't a lot but it was enough. A lot of people are on the bus so there are not many seats left.

I spot a open two seats all the way in the back and sit down. I can't go back into the system, I went there once when my mother forgot to feed me. One of the neighbors saw and reported it. Where I went wasn't much better than my mom's. Yeah there was all happy faces and sunshine but once the inspectors left, the family I was with just about forgot about me. When they did remember I was there it wasn't pretty.

"Hi I'm Greg" comes a voice to my right.

Glancing over I see a man around his forties sitting next to me. He has greying hair with a strange glint in his dark brown eyes. I can't quite put my finger on it but he just radiates a weird vibe.

Clearing my throat I reply back with a hi, not even bothering to give my name. Turning my head to the window I play with my nails hoping the guy will take the hint. He doesn't and continues on.

"Where are you headed? Wow that was a stupid question. We are on a bus..." as he rambles on I zone him out. For a man of his age he sure talked like a teen.

The bus lurches forward and I completely forget about the man next to me. As the bus sways back and forth I begin to feel drowsy and doze off.

Waking up I feeling slight nudges on my shoulder. Opening my eyes I peer into the same brown eyes from the man that sat next to me.

"Hey, we are here, can't believe you slept for the whole ride. Not like it was long but still." God does this guy have an off switch, at least he woke me up. He might not be so bad after all.

Bending down I grab my bag for. Under the seat. Slinging it over my shoulder we make our way off the bus. Turning I see a sign that says Welcome to Alabassy, finally I am here. Now to go find my father and his Mc.

"Do you need a ride, my car is in a parking garage not to far from here" once again the man from the bus pipes up. I didn't even realize that he was still by my side.

"Um no I'm good. I'll find my way." Glancing around I see that the lot around is completely deserted except for a homeless man passed out against the ticket building. Oh shit. Just a minute ago this place was buzzing.

Side stepping away from the man, I make my way down the road.

"Come on, it will be really quick" he says as he reaches out for my arm. Grasping it he not so gently pulls me back to him.

Suddenly for the first time I see the size difference between him and I. He towers over me, his placid face disappears and a scary smirk appears. Double shit. What have I gotten myself into.

Making the ultimate decision, I decide maybe I should run now before he tries anything. The men that my mother brought around were not white picket fence and big families men. Fighting them off was a daily occurence.

"I saw the way you ignored me on that bus. I came to you" his grip tightens slightly, "you! I could of sat next to anyone."

He's senile, I didn't want him to sit next to me. "I didn't ask you to sit next to me." Wrong words, that was a big mistake.

"Really!" He snarls, "By the way you were sitting you were just begging me to come by". The man begins to walk towards the road dragging me behind him.

No! I won't let this happen, he can't take me. Planting my feet into the ground, I manage to stop him briefly. Turning around to face me he begins to yell but I don't give him the chance. I knee him where it hurts.

"You fucking bitch" he roars, clutching his crotch as he goes to one knee.

Without saying a word, I run. Quickly I am out of breath not used to the exersion. I run like the wild demons from hell are on my heels. A loud grunt and thudding foot steps warn me that he will soon be on my heels too.

My feet pound on the asphalt road. Run just keep running. In the distance I hear the thunder of an engine, before I think to far into it, my foot catches. Fucking catches. Catches on a god damned rock. Falling flat on my face, I can already feel the bruises forming. Gosh I'm going to feel this tomorrow.

Knowing that the man was right behind me, I brace. Brace for the impact of the man on top of me. Brace for the pain of the weight. Brace for the undoubtedly horrible situation about to play out.

But nothing comes. There is no bone crushing weight slamming on top of me. Or toe curling pain. All there is, is the sound of flesh on flesh. To be more exact, fist on face.