The day I had found out my father had ditched me was the worst day I have ever had in my life. It came out of nowhere. Sure, I’ve noticed him looking around the house before coming to bed and checking the locks a bunch of times… For some reason, I always chalked that up to him being a paranoid freak.
I read the letter over and over again trying to figure out some idea as to where he went. I’m a college student! How the hell am I supposed to take care of the house and still go to school? There must be some clue in here that will tell me where he went… Did he go to the safe house?
The safe house was something he built after mom was killed in a vicious battle between his MC, The Spiders MC, and The Diablos MC. Mom was killed out of nowhere and we had no idea she was even a target until it was too late. The war turned bloody and dad was going to fight back but never did. Instead, I think he got into something way worse than that kind of fight.
I rub the back of my neck trying to remember where the safe house even is. Is it up north? I don’t think it is… I would have remembered passing it when I went to school.
I clutch the note in my hand as my best friend, Briana, is on the phone with me. She’s going on about this guy she has a crush on in her class.
“He’s got these big arms, Bella! Huge! They look like anacondas! And then he’s got dimples and a huge butt. You have to meet him. Let me see if I can find him on Facebook.”
“Bri, chill,” I snap holding the note in my hand. “Lemme call you back!” I mumble into the phone. I didn’t realie how sweaty my palms were as the phone slides out of my hand.
Shit!
Charger is the Vice President of The Spiders MC, where my dad is a brother of. If something went down, he would know.
“’Lo?”
“Charger!” I whimper into the phone.
“Bella, you shouldn’t be calling me right now.”
His words are harsh. Something I’m not used to at all with him and I don’t like it. “Why?”
I can hear him grumbling in the background. “Bella. Do as I say right now. Get the fuck out of town and don’t come back.”
Tears prick my eyes. He’s never spoken like this to me and he’s freaking me out. Normally, Charger is nice and like a big brother to me. Something bad must have happened for him to turn on me. “Please, Charger. I have no idea what’s going on. You have to help me.”
He growls. “I’m serious, Bella. You no longer have the protection of the club. You’re on your fuckin’ own. You need to leave before shit gets bad. Don’t call me again.”
The chime of the phone call being disconnected is almost too much for me to handle. I never would have expected him or the club to leave me out in the cold like this. I have no idea what’s going on and I’m getting really scared.
I call Briana back and she answers on the first ring. I’m not surprised she’s asking questions at rapid fire.
“Bella, what the hell is going on? Is your dad giving you problems again? What’s going on? I swear! Do you need me to come over there? I will come over there right now!” Briana asks me.
We’ve been friends since the fourth grade when I moved here after my dad got out of prison. She was the only one who would play with me and knew about my dad’s history.
“I don’t know. I think something bad happened,” I read her the note.
“Uh, that’s not good. Where do you think he went?”
I want to snap on her and tell her if I knew where he was I wouldn’t have been so mad, but I don’t. It’s not her fault my dad is a piece of shit.
I’m about to call him back when there’s loud banging on the front door and someone yelling on the other side. “Open up! We know you’re in there!” It’s a man’s angry voice.
“Oh shit!” My friend yelps.
“Oh fuck me!” She calls back again when the pounding gets louder than before.
I take a couple of steps back holding my phone in my hand. I could call the police and ask them to come over. In the few years I have lived with my dad, he’s trained me to not trust the police. I have no one to protect me now. Absolutely no one.
I’m all alone with Briana on the phone. What kind of help can she provide me? Sure, she can call the cops but that would create more of a problem than anything else.
Just the way I got used to being.
Instead, this time I have no idea who’s on the other side of the door.
