I finish up working on the truck that was brought in earlier this morning. Thankfully it was an easy fix and didn't take most of my day away from me. After a quick shower, I get dressed in some clean clothes and shrug my cut on. I grab a beer from the bar and crack it open, enjoying the taste of the alcoholic beverage. I clear my throat before walking outside, enjoying the warm sun beating down on me.
"Ah shit." I look up and hear Bobby groan as Pat is marching our way. My eyebrow raises, and I feel my body tense up knowing damn well that he wouldn't be here unless something was wrong with Faith or if he needed help. "What can we do for you, Patty?" The aging man walks over to Bobby and I and stands there, looking down at Bobby and then up at me.
"Have any of you heard from Faith at all?" he asks worriedly. I shake my head, knowing that I haven't spoken to her in at least three or four days.
"No, what's going on?"
Pat sighs, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before handing Bobby and I one. "She's been missing all day. I've looked everywhere, and I don't know where she is. She takes off like this here and there but usually always has her phone on her or will tell me where she's going." He explains to us.
I sigh, feeling worried for the girl myself. "When did she leave?"
Pat inhales the nicotine and blows it out in clouds before him. "Must've been around 10 or something. I made us breakfast, she helped me out in the garage and then she just left, didn't tell me where she was going. I don't know man, I worry about her. She's just like her mother." He vents to us, letting his paranoid father-side come out.
I nod, "I'll take a ride around town and see if I can find her or something." I tell the man and he nod, looking up at me with thankfulness.
"Thanks, Ope. She'll probably come around to you quicker than she does to me." He admits, knowing that he hasn't been dealing with the death of his wife in the healthiest way. "You two can bond over that. I'm sure it'll help her. She's been struggling, and I know it. She just doesn't talk to me about shit."
Bobby sighs, "Girls are trouble, man. She'll come around though." He tells Pat as he stands up and pats his shoulder before turning to me. "I'll let Jax know that you're going to find her." I nod, thanking him as the plump man walks back into the clubhouse.
Pat looks up at me as he puts out his cigarette, clearing his throat. "I just want to say thanks. I know you've been coming around here and there to talk to her and check in, and I really appreciate it."
I nod, giving the man a small grin. "No worries. She's stubborn. She doesn't want to vent or talk about her problems because she doesn't want people to worry."
Pat chuckles, "Sounds like someone else I know." He says with a smirk and I roll my eyes, knowing that it was aimed for me. "Give me a shout or stop by the house when you're done to let me know if you found her or not, eh?"
I nod, "Yeah, I'll head off now." I tell them man as I finish my beer and head towards my bike.
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"I just wish you were still here. I don't know why you had to leave us so quickly." I tell her as I speak to her gravestone. "There's so much I wanted you to be around for, like if I have kids or get married, and everyone says you'll be there in spirit, but it's not the same, you know?" I sigh as my fingers outline the name engraved on my mother's tombstone. "Dad is a mess. He's miserable without you, and he keeps talking about you like you're still around. I wish I could talk to him about this more, but I can't. I don't want to worry him or stress him out, and we both know he'll stress nonstop about me and he'll hover me like a newborn baby." I let out a small chuckle.
