The Dirty Angels MC

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Time went by. I never knew what hunger, despair, pain and fear really were until I was all alone in a cold winter night. Darkness to the left, car lights to the right as I walked down the road trying to get back on track but I kept taking the wrong directions. I don't even know how I was able to stay up on my feet to be honest. I didn't even know what the hell I was doing! I was just so lost... In both ways! I had no idea where I was but I also didn't know where I wanted to go. How can you be lost if you don't mean to get anywhere?

In one of those cold, rainy nights, as I walked down what seemed to be the same road from the previous nights, trying hard to keep my balance with my stomach begging me for food and my skin praying for a cozy place to call home, I heard an engine running behind me. I could not mistake it. It was a bike, but not some bike... That was one of the most beautiful engine roars I've ever heard in my life! I stopped and turned back, water dripping down my face, shaking. The guy in the bike looked at me but kept going. I followed him with my eyes as he passed me by. Not too far ahead, he stopped and looked back. I was so confused. I could barely see his face but he did indeed look old.

-What are you doing out with this weather?-He asked me. I was so damn confused but his voice came out strong which gave me a weird sense of safety.

-I... I don't... I dont k-k-know...-I tried to speak but I was shaking to bad to be able to speak properly.

-C'mon. I'll give you a lift home...-He looked back to the road again and just waited. I was so embarrassed. How was I supposed to tell him I didn't have a home anymore?! I didn't move. I was too ashamed to say anything and besides he was just a stranger. A stranger that gave me some sort of feeling I can't exactly describe. He looked back at me again.-So?!

-I'm fine. Thanks!-I faked a smile. He stared at me with a mad expression. A car passed by on the other direction, blinding me. When I looked at him again, he looked like he had seen a ghost. He got out of his bike, letting it fall and walked up to me. I took a few steps back but soon he was holding my face with both hands, observing every little inch of it.

-What's your name?-He asked me in a low tone. I took another step back, pushing him away from me. I'm not gonna lie. I was scared! He could be a rapist or God knows what!

-I'm... I'm Kat...-I whispered.

-Katniss Jackson?-He asked with his eyes wide open.

-Y-Yes...

-Oh God...-A big smile showed up in his face. He took a step back and looked me from head to toe, then he just laughed.-You look so fucking beautiful!

-Thanks... I guess...-I answered awkwardly. He then got close to me again and grabbed my hand. Man, he looked so much like a fucking pervert!

-No! You gotta come with me...

-What?!-I took a step back again.-No!

-Please, listen, Kat! I know you! I knew your mom and I know your dad...-My heart stopped for a second.

-My... My parents?

-Yes! C'mon! I can take you to him right now! Let's go!-He jumped back in his bike, excited. I did the same but as he started the engine, I wasn't so sure anymore. What if he hated me? What if he didn't want to see me? Oh man, I was about to throw up!

I had so many questions in my mind and these nerves my weak body just couldn't take much longer. The trip seemed to take half of a second. I didn't want to get inside that bar. I could see this old man, drinking his whiskey at the counter. He was the only one inside, along with the bartender who was old just as well. He ditched me! Why would he want me now? I felt like my mind turned into Picasso's Guernica. Everything was just a big mess, a real work of art!

-C'mon!-The guy said to me as he grabbed my arm and dragged me inside the bar.-Danny!-He called.

From that moment on, everything slowed down and I felt like I couldn't control a single muscle in my body. That old man looked back, blinked and his eyebrows went down. He then placed his elbow on the back of the chair, turning his body even more to take a better look at me. And it was in that second when his expression softened and his eyes opened wide along with his mouth that I knew... I was staring at my father, my real father. He got up with a jump. The bartender kept polishing the cup, looking at both of us with a curious look. My dad brushed his hair back with his fingers and fixed his leather jacket. My mind was blank. I didn't know what I was feeling or thinking. It was all just a big blank. I was blown away!

My real father was standing in front of me! I felt like I was dreaming... Hell, I feared I was dreaming! He looked so different from me but in some way so much like me. I literally didn't know what to do. I guess he didn't either. He looked as blown away as me. We both stood there, just looking at each other as if we were slowly filling the void of each other.

I couldn't help but smile. I don't think I can explain how I felt... You know when you go on a trip and you book an hotel room and it just doesn't feel like home? I've felt that my whole life but I felt like that ever since I could remember so I thought it was just normal. Now, remember when you get back home and lie in your bed or sit in your couch? That fulfilling feeling that you are were you're supposed to be. That safety, that comfortableness... It just feels like home! And that stranger in front of me, those strong arms seemed to be home... Because in the end, home is where your heart is and even though I love Juliet and Richard to death, I never felt such thing for them. I wish I did, after all those 2 raised me! They were there when I needed and I will be forever thankful to them but... I can't control my heart and for some reason I loved that stranger more than I loved myself. It was such a strong bond even though we knew nothing about each other, there was no way I could mistake it. Nobody needed to say it. That was my father. I didn't need no DNA test, no name, no whatever else. I just knew he was my father as well as he knew I was his daughter.

-Kat?-He asked, still not believing his own eyes. As I heard his voice, it felt so familiar to me like he had been singing me to sleep my whole life. My eyes filled with tears. I shook my head affirmatively and as I broke down crying, he embraced me with those big arms.

I don't even know how to say it. It felt like our cells were compatible. As he hugged me I felt this fire, this hot breeze penetrating me... The kind of feeling only one man in your life can ever give you. You may hug as many guys as you want but none will be as meaningful as your dad's. No other man's love will ever set your soul on fire in such a beautiful way as your dad's. And hell... In that moment, I felt like I had found myself. I still had so many questions but damn! I was there and he was hugging me and he still loved me and it was enough to make my mind go from Guernica to Gogh's Starry Night.