Page 106 of Maddox
Luckily, Draven spotted him and provided the distraction I needed because I have a sneaking suspicion, he wasn’t waiting there for her.
I barely slept last night and now, I just called in sick again.
My boss told me if I don’t show for my next shift, I'm done. I have three days until that issue rolls around again.
As much as I hated being around sloppy ass Joey, with him gone, it’s achingly quiet.
Which is why it’s not hard to hear a pair of motorcycles roll up the lane.
Sitting up, I look around and hope like fuck that whoever that is, they’re not here for me.
Still, I’m not about to wait around to find out.
With my heart in my throat, I grab my backpack and squeeze my ass through the tiny window before landing on the ground with a groan.
Fuck that hurt.
Wiping my hands on my jeans, I slip behind the next trailer over and lean against the wall.
The distinct purr of the bikes slows, and I bow my head when the motors cut off altogether.
If I’m not mistaken, they’re parked out front of my trailer. I’m fucked.
Hitching my bag up my shoulder, I race to the next trailer and the next before squeezing through a small gap in the chain link fence and speed walking across the lot.
Once I’m past the burger joint which smells so fucking good my stomach rumbles, I cross the street and head for the overpass.
The bitter smell of garbage and booze assaults my nose when I pass the homeless crew who’s moved in.
I keep my head low as I go and I’m almost to the other side when a figure steps in front of me.
Dread suffuses my bones, and I look up into the hungry eyes of a man old enough to be my father.
His greasy hair is slicked back with dirt and oil. When he grins, revealing his blackened teeth, I cringe away from the disgusting odor.
“Who’re you?” he says, and I move to step around him. “Not so fast. What’s your name, pretty girl?”
“Here now, let her go,” another dude says and while my leering captor is distracted, I break away.
Unfortunately, it’s not a straight shot because tents, old oil containers filled with fire and other people are between me and freedom.
When I reach the other side of the tunnel, I glance back before slowing when I find that he didn’t bother to pursue me.
After that, it takes me two hours to walk across town but despite the falling out with Mom and Peter, I know this is bigger than me.
I’m in trouble and they’re the only ones who can help.
Once I reach the last street before my house, relief floods my veins, and I slow because my knees fucking hurt.
When my leg starts to cramp, I stagger down the road, veering to the left and grabbing onto a tree while I shake it out.
This is what saves me because while I’m hidden behind that tree, I happen to look up.
From here, I can see my front porch and I can’t believe my eyes when Mom opens the front door and the two Aces MC assholes who interrogated me, sans Kidd, follow her inside.
I thought my mom was in treatment. Was that a lie too?
Frozen, I stare at that closed door for I don’t know how long before backing away and cutting down to the next street.
