The Bad boy and the Biker chick

DDT

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CHAPTER 9: DDT

SCARS POV;

Pain. That's all I could feel. It spread through my body like a fire would through the bush in Australia.

I groaned as I sit up, brushing my messy bed hair out of the way as I descend my bed with a 'thud' and face planting into the polished bamboo wood.

I groan again at the pain my face holds, I wonder if it hurt as bad as it does when I'm on my period; to when Matt threw the cog at the back of Notch's head. Ugh and that face plant! I still laugh at that; I wish I got a picture.

Sighing, I practically slither to my shower. Who knows how I did it but I did, after my hour long shower; I reluctantly get out and dress into dark skinny jeans, a black tank top (as usual) and my favorite black leather; lace up boots that stop just below the knee, with a slight heel.

Grabbing my brown leather jacket from a hook I had put in my wall, making the painting of the tree look as if a branch was holding the jacket up, I pull it over my shoulders. I descend down the stairs with a hand on stomach. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate periods?

To my surprise, I find my parents in the kitchen; mum, with her long black hair and eyes that change colour (from what I can see they are a mixture of blue and grey) surveying what looks to be pancakes, and dad looking through the fridge with a toothpick sticking out the side of his mouth.

I tap dad's stomach as I grab the milk out of the fridge. "You guys going out today?" I ask as I prepare two travel mugs of hot chocolate.

"Of course, going out with the DDT for the day... Planing the next trip" mum replied with a smile.

Let me explain, the DDT (Dorset drinking team) not that their really drinkers; is a large biker group that my parents and I are in. I was practically raised by them, and if there is one thing that they taught me was; safety and speed is everything.

I know the two are strange combinations but trust me, you would understand if you rode with them.

The safety side of things is the same as any parent, helmet and the necessary protective clothing; leather jacket, cloves, jeans or leather pants, boots and of course the full head helmet.

As for the speed, ha! We're no ordinary biker group, instead of Harley's or cruisers; we're sport bikes and track bikes... Anything that put meters into miles within a short amount of time. I, for one, am a Suzuki chick. Always have been, okay, that's a lie, I've always been a chick for whatever brand my dad rode. Yumie (Yamaha), Duc (Ducati) and last but defiantly the best; Suzuki.

I turn on the radio which suddenly springs to life, playing a new hit; 'am I wrong? By Nico and Vinz'.

I laugh as dad suddenly spins mum around, placing his hand on her hip and dancing around the kitchen with her. I shake my head whilst rolling my eyes as I turn back to the mugs, I'm suddenly twirled around and am standing on the toes of my dad, like I used to do when I was a small child.

I step off his feet and begin leading a tango like dance that dad and I had to learnt for my year six graduation. Perfectly in sink as we tango to the music, mum filming it with such a large grin on her face that I can't help but think how great it is to have young parents. My mum is 38 and my dad is 39, it's not as young as you think, mum had me when she was 21.

Mum was told she wasn't able to have kids so I think that explains me, although I was an accident; they always remind me that 'I was the best mistake they ever made', it warms my heart to know that I'll have them that little bit longer.