Biker Boys

twenty two.

All the air had left my lungs and I had no idea how to feel or act. Jax was coming in and out of consciousness and Tara was still patching up the guys with smaller wounds. "Where is he?" I asked, looking at my dad.

"He's at the morgue, his funeral will be held here in a couple days." He said quietly.

I looked away and bit my inner lip, feeling anger pulse through my body. "I'll be back." I said before turning for the doors, ignoring his and Jase's calls. "Get out of my way," I spat at a man who I didn't know, not caring about the president patch on his chest.

"The hell you say to me?" he said, putting his hand over the door frame, blocking me from leaving, "Clay, you gunna let a crow eater talk to your brothers like that?" he said, half angry and half amused.

And before Clay could speak I was already talking, "You think I'm a crow eater?" I laughed, "You think that with one word or nod you can get me to fuck you-"

"Robin," my dad said, and with his expression, he was yelling at me to stop.

"Sorry, but you couldn't get a girl like me ever, you'd have to stick with the girls who will fuck anything, that's what a crow eater is... and I'm clearly not one of them." I smirked, pushing his arm and walking past him, leaving him, Clay and my dad in an argument.

I jumped in the jeep and started it quick, wanting to just get out of here and go home, get myself ready for my last week of school and ignore all the problems that have rose.

-

"I just wanted to let you know I'm home and I'm staying here, and if you care about what I want you will leave me be for a while." I spoke into the phone as I sat down at my desk, looking over the homework I had missed out on.

He sighed on the other end, "Fine, but if you need anything-"

"I'll call... Talk later." I said before hanging up then throwing my phone on the bed.

Juice popped in my head and I instantly thought about other things, not wanting to deal with the loss of him, not ever wanting to deal with it. I opened my laptop and started scrolling through my social media's, taking my mind off of everything.

'Multiple bodies found at the boat docks on Falstaff road-' I turned off my laptop, realizing that it wasn't helping to take my mind off of the situations that seemed to be growing, along with my frustration with these math questions.

After throwing my pencil across the room and leaving a led mark on my wall, I resorted to smoking pot, wanting only to find a distraction that would actually work, because school work only reminded me that I probably didn't had a good chance of passing twelfth grade, and that tended to make me feel worse.

My laptop was set on the toilet with the Simpsons playing as I soaked in steaming water with a joint in hand, and I couldn't help but smile at the funny moments, loving this show.

This was the distraction I needed, and finally had gotten.

But as I inhaled the smoke, I could hear the front door open, but I couldn't care less about my dad smelling the weed, I couldn't care less about anything right now. "Robin?" I rolled my eyes at the sound of Jason's voice behind the bathroom door.

"What do you want?" I said, blowing out the smoke and pausing the show. He opened the door and I winced, remembering how brutal his face looked. His eyes narrowed at me, and I held out my hand, offering the joint, in which he accepted.