Chapter 1
BLU
Sometimes life just gives you bad lemons.
My life wasn’t always shit, I remember the time when my mother was still alive, and everyone was happy. My mother and I would play dress-ups and sometimes she would let me help her cook. I remember that my mother would always put a smile on people’s faces and my father loved her very much.
But it all came crashing downhill when my mother was murdered. I was 8 years old, and it started off as a normal day. My father had gone to work, and my brothers and I were home with mum since it was the school holidays.
I was out in the back garden riding up and down on the concrete path on my bike while my mother was planting some new flowers. My brothers were inside playing on the Xbox in the living room.
I remember this day like it was yesterday, a day I would never forget. My mother had stood up from the ground and dusted off her hands. She had waved over to me, calling me over so we could go inside for lunch.
As I hopped off my bike, someone had jumped over the fence startling us. The man looked like he had escaped from jail or a mental hospital, he looked crazy but as soon as he heard my father’s voice yell out for my mother and me. The guy pulled out a knife and drove it straight into my mother’s stomach, repeatedly.
I screamed as my mother fell to the ground; the guy took off running. I called for my father and my brothers and within a matter of seconds, they were by my side, trying to keep her alive. Derek and Zane stood beside me as my father held our mother in his arms calling an ambulance at the same time. I stood in shock as I watched everything unfold that day.
As my mother was rushed to hospital the police were asking all sorts of questions and since he had my mother’s blood on him, they thought he did it. Even when I screamed out that he never did it, the police never believed an 8-year-old little girl. I watched my mother get stabbed and my father got placed under arrest on the same day.
My brothers and I were placed into a car and driven to the local orphanage. The lady that ran the place had told us a few days later that our mother had died and that our father was the one going to jail because of it. For many months I cried myself to sleep but not long after that I was ripped from my brother’s arms and placed into a home.
For many years I wondered where my brothers had ended up or what they were doing with their lives.
But I found out two years ago what they were doing, and I got kidnapped because of it. There was something in me wanting to ask them about it. Why would they put my life in danger like that? Why would they start to sell drugs from the Jade Brotherhood?
Many questions ran through my mind over the last two years as I slowly recovered from the trauma. I had been beaten and raped because of them. I had broken bones and scars to prove what I had been through. I used to be a shy, nerdy girl that loved computers. Now? I am broken.
I barely get out of bed; I barely go out and if I do, I always wear a hoodie over my head.
I reached over and pressed cancel on the alarm coming from my phone. I knew it was time to get up and get dressed. Ever since I came home from the hospital, I had booked myself into seeing someone about what happened and today I had a meeting. I pulled on my jeans and shirt; I pulled on my converse shoes before running my hands through my hair a few times I caught myself looking in the mirror.
I saw the nasty looking scar that covered my right side. It started from my cheek and went all the way down, across my lips to my chin. I hated it. It always reminds me of what happened. I quickly turned away and grabbed my hoodie, pulling it on and pulling the hood on. I grabbed my shoulder bag before I left the house. The rest of the girls had already gone to work.
Widow had the gym, while Vixen worked with Junko at the clubs. Mace, well she worked at the local mechanic that wasn’t run by the local MC. Armored Beasts.
Jumping off the bus at the bus station in town, I made my way towards the building that I needed to be at. Once inside, I signed in and took a seat in the waiting area. As I looked out the window, across the street I saw a few Harley Davidson bikes pull up.
I watched as One-eye, and a few others climbed off their bikes but one always caught my eye. Gus. He wasn’t like the others. He didn’t grow up with the MC as the others did. He was actually a volunteer firefighter at the local fire station.
I tore my eyes away from the window when I saw him look over in my direction. I hated being the center of attention. I had always been the girl that sat in the corner and kept my nose down. I was the nerdy girl, the girl that was always handing in her schoolwork a week earlier or always reading a book but when I found out that I was good at hacking.
That became my new addiction. I could hack into anything I could, I spent hours working myself to the bone teaching myself things that no one could understand unless they were a hacker themselves.
I quickly looked back through the window across the street again. Some of the guys were standing outside, smoking their cigarettes while the others were inside. Gus happened to have gone inside with One-eye. Ever since Junko and One-eye started hooking up, I had been happy for her.
Not only because she had someone that cared about her a lot but because after losing her half-brother Jigsaw, Junko had gone downhill. She had turned to drugs, and I happened to be the one that found her lying on the bedroom floor, barely breathing.
Now she was three years sober, and I was proud of her.
She pushed herself through it and now I had to do the same with my situation. There were many times that I wanted to give up and turn to drugs, but Junko and the girls were always there supporting me.
