*Photo above is what I envision Jessica to be -> I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY PHOTOS OTHER THAN THE ONES OF ME! ALL PHOTOS WERE TAKEN OFF OF GOOGLE THAT BEST DEPICT MY CHARACTERS APPEARANCES*
*Sorry for the short chapter, I'm still working on how I'm going to transition my plot! I hope you all understand!*
We had settled on watching 'Wild Hogs' fitting since he was a part of an MC.
The date was very lackluster. He didn't say much more after the first few pointers of how the biker gang would have killed all four of them regardless of who was around, especially since they had blown up not only their bar but also their bikes.
After everything was done I found myself heading home on my bike depressingly low.
It was as if within a few seconds a wall had come crashing down throwing me out like a bucket of horse shit that had just been mucked from the stables.
What was I supposed to do? I needed them as an ally to help me, but if I couldn't break through their leader's guard then I'd have to pick someone else.
That's when it dawned on me that I had absolutely no real idea what a Motorcycle Club was or how it operated. I had zero inclination about them, I had never taken the time to mind them until just recently after that bullshit dare.
Shaking my head I hurried home. I knew exactly who I would call to help me to better understand what I was going up against.
I pulled into my driveway and after turning off my bike I hurried inside. Kicking off my shoes and tossing my jacket onto the couch I pulled out my phone and hurried to grab my laptop from my bedroom, dialing Jessica's number.
Jessica had been a former member of a 1%ers Motorcycle Club. One of which she never talked about. She kept that part of her life hidden away behind a vault, a fortress that was damn near impenetrable. She'd for sure be able to help me!
The phone rang only twice before her spirited voice came through, "Whatcha want Nyxxie? You have any idea what time it is? I have to work in like 4 hours..."
I grimace, "I'm sorry Jessica, but I need your help. I have no one else to turn to who might actually understand... I can call back after you get home from work today if you want...?"
My heart thudded fast and hard within my chest as I waited for her to answer. After a few more minutes a soft sigh broke the deafening silence, "Nyx what's going on? What do you need help with?"
I fidgeted with my laptop case trying to think quickly, "Um well... I kinda... I want you to uh tell me all about Motorcycle Clubs. I want to understand what the appeal is to be a part of one..."
My request hung in the air as the silence crept its painful head back into my ears. I closed my eyes and bit my lip waiting... What would I do if she didn't accept my offer? Who would help me to understand?
Jessica took a deep breath before she responded, "Nyx listen, MCs are a bad idea. They're trouble. Especially the 1%ers. Please... I don't want to have to tell you everything that went on while I was in one. It's not pretty... but if you must know then sure. I'll tell you just the basics. I'll try to answer as many questions as I see are acceptable but I refuse to talk about personal experiences. I hope you understand that. I have to go. I'll be over after work around 4:30pm. I'll bring dinner. Bye Nyxxie."
With that the phone hung up leaving Nyx sitting at her table smiling triumphantly.
Hopefully she would be able to gather all the answers she needed.
Nyx opened her laptop, turned it on, typed in her pin and headed straight for Google. Google would help her for the time being until she could get the real facts from a former MC member.
Google would prove to be a terrible resource of information.
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After hours of research and watching countless documentaries on MCs, I realized they're quite troubling.
The 1%ers were very secretive and extremely conscientious of who could and could not be within their Club. Outsiders like me had to earn their right to information which made my stomach become knots of anxiety and worry.
The accounts I read and the documentaries I had watched showed that in order to be a member you had to do quite a bit of work. Not to mention that it took longer than 6 months before (if all went accordingly and you proved yourself rather quickly) you got voted in as a full member earning your patch.
Every single thing I gathered was that the journey was going to be a very long and tumultuous road to gain their trust and have their resources at my fingertips.
I put my head into my hands and shivered, not because I was cold, but because I wasn't sure that I had it in me to become a member. Yeah I had a bike, but that didn't make me MC material. It just made me a woman with a giant interest in bikes. There was more to MCs than that and that is what truly terrified me.
Shaking my head I turned off my laptop and headed to bed, eager to get the answers I craved.
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General FictionI admit it, I was stupid to think that me of all people would be an ordinary woman. Nope. I've lived through tremendous abuse from being in foster care after my parents were both murdered within 3 months of each other and then the sudden death of my...
