Biker Boys

one.

"Dad?" I cried as i looked around, tears spilling down my cheeks. I watched as our house and everything in it was burning, the flames reaching past the tallest trees on our street. How Ould it just be getting destroyed, just like that... My home, my safe space, everything I owned and loved, just being demolished right before our eyes.

I felt my dads large arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him as he watched in shock as well. "it'll be okay, baby." he said in a low voice, but loud enough for me to hear. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I couldn't bear to watch any longer.

I shrugged his arms away and took a few steps away, but just when he was about to stop me a firefighter asked to talk with him. "Was there anyone else in the house?" the man questioned, and I took this as my way out, so I started running. 

My feet carried me down the street, passing the neighbours who stood outside their houses with crosses arms and shocked faces as they watched my house burn to the ground. I took a quick turn on the side walk and continued down the street. I could feel the rocks under my feet as I was only wearing socks but I didn't care, the pain wasn't noticeable at the moment. 

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding as I slowed at the park entrance. I jogged past the opening, the grass feeling much better on my sore feet. 

I dropped to my hands and knees in front of the tree I was so use to sitting under on a good day. I tried to catch my breath while thinking of the good moments and memories spent at this park. I could remember as if it was yesterday when the guys would take me here as a kid. When my mother died Jax and Opie spent the day with me and this was one of the places they brought me to. I had my first kiss at this park, and spent many days here when I skipped school with friends.  

I wished my mother was here... but unfortunately she went to prison for having a couple pounds of weed and was only suppose to be in jail for a year but an old lady of the Niners beat my her to death in the prison because the club killed her husband. I wish I could have been with her longer but she's always with me. 

I just sat there for what I'm guessing is an hour before the familiar tune of a Harley roared in the distance. I really just wanted to be alone, but I knew inside that my family wouldn't let that happen. I waited looking to see who it was that parked his bike, but as he got closer I saw it was Jax. 

He stood looking down at me in silence for a couple minutes, as if he didn't know what to say. 

"Jax, I just need alone time" I whispered looking down at my dirt covered socks. 

He nodded "okay, I understand." He said as he sat down beside me, "pretend I'm not here." he smiled, playing with the string of his shoe lace. 

I giggled softly and wiped my tears. "I should have expected that..." knowing the man beside me truly did care, and just wanted me to be okay.

Jax chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "You really should have, darlin'." he kissed my forehead and got up, dragging me up in the process. "C'mon, I'm taking you back to the club house, you can set up in my bedroom." he smiled passing me his helmet.

"But what about you? Where will you sleep?" I asked fiddling with the buckle. 

"The couch in the living room of the club, or even my own house," he smiled, "don't worry about me." 

I rolled my eyes, "Then stop worrying about me." 

He laughed a sarcastic laugh, "like that could happen,"  

"Ditto" I giggled getting on the back of his bike 

"Ditto?" he asked amused. I nodded and held on to his waist as he sped off.