I've been with the Fallen Angel's since my parents died two years ago in a house fire. The fire department never found how the fire had started, but I had an idea. My father was a drug dealer and some of his clients were people you didn't want to mess with. He came the night before the fire with a black eye and a gash in his right cheek. I overheard him telling my mom how he hadn't been able to give one of his clients what he wanted, and that the client was not happy about it. The police hadn't believed me, saying I was just trying to explain what I didn't understand.
I hadn't wanted to go into foster care, so I ran away. Carrying one bag with clothes and necessities, I walked for eleven miles before I passed out. I woke up in the clubhouse twelve hours later. They told me that they had found me passed out a couple of miles outside away. They didn't want to just leave me so they had brought me to the clubhouse and took me in as another one of the club girls.
A couple of hours later I heard shooting outside. I grabbed a gun and ran outside, ignoring the other girls. Ten men from a gang called the Alleycats had started shooting at our men. I immediately started shooting at them, killing six out of ten of them. Right after that, The President of Fallen Angels- otherwise known as Prez- had me take the pledge. I was no longer just one of the club girls, I was the first Sister in the club. I am the one and only Sister with a shit tone of Brothers.
I'm now 18 and am about to graduate. One of the club girls/my best friend, Brianna, is also about to graduate too. Both of us were super excited to be done with school. Neither of us had ever liked school. We had begged Prez to let us drop out but one of the rules is that you have to finish your high school education. So, for us to stay with the club, we had to finish high school.
A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I finish reading my history book. I had been studying all day for the finals tomorrow. As much as I hated learning the useless shit, I wasn't going to let all that time go to waste. My goal was to at least get a C on all my tests. I got up to grab a drink, but when I opened my bedroom door, Prez was standing there.
"I need to talk to you and Brianna about something now," he said. "Both of you are to meet me in the Living room in five minutes." He walked away leaving me to worry. Had we done something wrong? What was going on? He could be sending us on a mission, could he? No. He can't send Brianna, she's just a club girl.
What did we do then?
I looked at Brianna as anger started to boil in me. "YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS! WE ARE ABOUT TO ESCAPE THAT FUCKING HELL AND YOU'RE JUST GOING TO SEND US RIGHT BACK IN?"
" Please calm down Clair," Prez said.
"NO! YOU CAN'T FUCKING MAKE ME GO BACK! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO TO COLLEGE! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT'S FOR A MISSION OR NOT, I WON'T FUCKING GO," I yelled. Brianna and I finally get to leave that shit they call school, and they're just going to send us right back?
"CLAIR," Prez yelled, "SIT THE FUCK DOWN." I huffed but obeyed. "You don't have to go to class, Clair. I just need you to find this guy. We finally have a lead on the Alleycats. We can't pass that up. We've been trying to track them down for years. You guys can go to parties, fuck a couple of guys, trash the place. I don't fucking care as long as you find the boy working for the Alleycats."
I huffed out a fine. As long as I didn't have to go to fucking class I was fine. We looked at Brianna for her answer.
"If Clairs in I'm in," she sighed.
"Then it's settled," Prez said as he stood up. "I'll go and get it all ready. I'll make sure you guys are roommates. In the meantime take this." He handed me $1000.
"What the hell is this for," I asked, tucking the money in my pocket.
"Well, I figured you girlies would want a new wardrobe for college. That should be enough for both of you to get all new clothes, underwear, makeup, and jewelry. If you have any extra money you can buy decor for your dorm."
Brianna and I smiled at each other. She loved fashion and I loved decorating. Today was going to be lots of fun. I walked to the door and turned around to see that Brianna was looking at me confused. I smirked, "Well, are we going shopping or not?"
She smiled and ran out the door. We hopped onto our motorcycles and drove off.
Are you enjoying my ongoing story? Please let me know what you think by leaving a review! Thanks, lilboogWrite a Review