Chapter 20- Kate keeps running
I wake early the next morning and grab a few things from the apartment. I pack my truck in expert timing, and high tail it out of Castlemain. I do not need to be here any longer than necessary. I drive north. Flying down the highway, I notice a car following me in the rear view mirror. This car has been following me since I left Castlemain.
I take the next exit at speed and notice the car is still following me. The windows are dark including the windscreen so I can’t get a good look in at who is driving. I keep driving, thinking where the next Devil’s On Wheels charter is. I know there is one around here somewhere. Just trying to find it, is going to be the challenge.
I try to recall the papers I have seen in Dad’s office. I know there is Dad’s charter and Bones’ is in Newton. Where the fuck is the third? The next sign I see is a small town. ‘Welcome to Angelville’ I say in my head. The car hasn’t slowed down behind me and are gaining speed quickly. My brain is trying to work out if it is here the other charter is located.
“FUCK” I scream into the cab of my truck. I hit the steering wheel as I come up to a set of traffic lights. Looking to my right, I see motorbikes lining the street out the front of a bar. All I can do is hope and pray that these are the guys I’m looking for. I quickly turn my truck into the parking lot as soon as my light goes green. The other car follows my move.
I jump out of the truck and high tail it into the bar. I take a quick look at my surroundings. “Help me please. Someone is following me” as soon as the words have left my lips the bar doors open and John walks in. “There you are, slut” he snears at me. The bar room goes dead quiet. I run towards a table full of bikers.
“Help me please. My name is Katherine Fowley. I am Butch’s daughter" I yell. All the guys get to their feet and point their weapons at John. “This is not the end, whore. I will have you and I will kill you. Maybe I’ll leave you like I did Wendy” he says with a evil smirk. One of the bikers shoots the ground at John’s feet, making John jump back in surprise.
“I don’t think so. You will never get your grubby fingers on this girl” the biker yells out. Another one steps forward and stands closer to John. “I thought after the truth about Jane had come out, your sick and twisted games would be finished” the biker says with a shrug of his shoulders. John stands up straighter and stares in this guys eyes.
“Butch still needs to learn a lesson and what better way to teach him than to take his baby” he says spitting the word baby out. The biker who is in front of John, pulls his shoulders back and stands chest to chest. “Listen here little cousin. You are not a tough guy. You are a weak cunt who hides behind a mask. It is time for you to grow the fuck up, John. No wonder Butch never let you fucking join” the biker says. He pushes John’s chest and John stumbles back a little.
“Just remember Katherine. I will have you again you whore and once I’m done with you, there will be nothing left” John says to me and walks out of the bar. My knees feel weak and I lean back onto the bar to hold me up. I already know I am about to have a panic attack. Gunshots go off from the outside and I know already that John has shot up my truck. Black spots dance across my vision and all I can see is the bar room floor coming closer to my face.
I wake with a fright. Laying on the dirty floor. “Welcome back, Katherine” a man says to me. “You know your Daddy is pissed with you” he says with a chuckle. I grab my head, trying to control the thumping in my brain. The guy who spoke to me and another help me up off the floor onto a chair. “So, little Katherine. Can you tell us why you ran?” the main biker asked me.
I just kept my stare down at my lap. I am too embarrassed to talk. “Katherine, we can’t help you, unless you talk to us. So open your trap and tell us what the fuck happened?” he says to me. I can tell he means business. I open my mouth to speak but all that comes out is a sob.
I cry for a few minutes, letting everything out. “I ran because no one gives a shit. My uncle kidnapped me, tortured me, raped me, ever since I was 16. Now he is sending out other guys to do the dirty work and as soon as I stand my ground…” I say with a hiccup. “I’m the bad guy and the one in the wrong” I tell them, wiping my snotty nose on my sleeve.
“You know that everyone there gives a shit. Why must you talk shit?” I hear in the room. No one looks at me and owns up saying anything. “If you haven’t realised, Katherine. I am on the fucking phone.” My Dad’s voice is loud and clear. “Now why don’t you tell me why the fuck you ran and why the fuck I am getting phone calls from Danger and his boys?” Dad demands.
“I ran because you don’t give a fuck. You were happy to listen to that prospect over me. You accused me straight away like I was the one in the wrong. You always accuse me of shit that happens. Maybe I should just let John take me. It’ll make your life fucking easier” I shout at him through the phone. I can already tell my words angered my Dad, but I really couldn’t care less.
The sound of him smashing shit comes down the line. “Do not and I mean it, Katherine, do not ever give yourself up to him. I will get rid of him and his fucking goons before they even lay a fucking finger on you” Dad shouts. “Danger, get her out of that bar and into a safehouse. I am leaving tonight and will be there by dinner tomorrow” Dad tells this Danger guy. Danger grunts his response and hangs up the phone.
Danger picks me up by my upper arm, dragging me out of the bar. I look towards my truck and notice that all tires are popped and the body is damaged. Danger keeps dragging me towards a tattoo parlour. “You will stay here up-stairs for the night. In the morning I will move you to the clubhouse” he tells me. “And what you think John has left. You are leaving me like a sitting fucking duck” I yell at him.
“Oh, no, quiet the contrary. I am staying here with you. I am not someone you want to fuck with either Katherine. You are my cousins kid so I will protect you but let me get one thing straight. You piss me off and I will lock you in a fucking cupboard” Danger says to me. “Just like your other cousin then. He liked locking me up in small rooms” I spit out. Anger in my eyes.
“AHAHAHAHAHA. You are so fucking funny Katherine. The difference between John and I, I will not fucking touch you. I will just lock you up and leave you in there. He would touch you for his own pleasure” Danger says.
I actually for once in my life, do as I am told. I sit on the couch in the living room. Festering in my own anger, but I don’t make a sound. I stay sitting there while Danger is making phone call after phone call. I don’t pay him any attention. “You want something to eat?” he asks me. I shake my head no. “Katherine, you need to fucking eat. I’ll order some pizza”
“I’m not hungry” I finally speak to him. “I don’t care if you are hungry or not. You will eat the fucking pizza when it gets here and not complain” Danger tells me. I sit further back on the couch. Bringing my knees to my chest. I rest my head on my knees and look out the window to the town below. All these fucking guys are the same.
They all demand respect and what they say goes. Well guess what, fucker? I am my own fucking person, so if I say I am not hungry, I am not going to fucking eat. I will not be forced into doing anything I don’t want to do.
“Where’s the bathroom?” I ask Danger. He points down a hallway. “Second door on the left” he says. I follow his directions and end up in the bathroom. Closing and locking the door behind me, I take a quick look at what is in here. There is a shower and a bathtub, as well as the toilet and a sink. I turn the light off and go and lay in the bathtub. I try to make myself as comfortable as I can, then close my eyes.
I am woken by the bathroom door being forcefully kicked off its hinges. “What the fuck are you doing, Katherine?” Danger yells at me. “What the fuck does it look like. I was trying to fucking sleep. Now fuck off” I yell back at him. Danger marches over to me and lifts me out of the bathtub. I try to wiggle myself out of his hold, but his grip just gets tighter and tighter on me.
“We have fucking beds in this place for that” Danger yells at me. Opening a door and throwing me from his arms. I land on a bed and he slams the door behind me. I lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. I need to get away from this lunatic, I keep saying to myself. I move towards the window and try to open it. I feel around the frame to see why it won’t budge, only to find the window has been nailed shut.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me?” I yell out. Danger pushes the door open once again. “There is no way out of this place, Katherine, so if I were you I would just lay the fuck down and go to sleep. Your father will be here tomorrow and I’m pretty sure his punishment will be worse than what I would do” he says to me. I flip him off and turn my back on him.
“You really are an ungrateful cow, aren’t you? I am putting my life and my member lives on the line to protect you. You do not deserve protection with the way you are acting” Danger spits out at me. “Well let me fucking go then if I am not worth protecting” I yell back at him. “Let me go and then you and your fucking club will live to see another fucking day. All I do is bring trouble” I say to him.
“No, all you do is bring shit on yourself. If you had just stayed with your father, this” he points between me and him, “would not have happened. You need to grow up, Princess, and you should do it sooner rather than later” Danger says and then walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I drop to the floor, unsure of what to make of all of this. I screw everything up. I am a screw up. Today is one of those days where I wish John had gone through with his fucking plan. I wouldn’t have to be here anymore and I wouldn’t be a disappointment to my family.