#TeaserTues Vested In Her Except for your reading enjoyment.
I have reworked this story since I originally wrote it during Camp Nano July. Let’s say I remember doing three edits on it since then. That’s a lot in two months. It’s off at my editor now she’s scheduled to look at it next month. Wish me luck!
- A read through to write up my index cards on characters and settings. Worked on tense, added missing words, looked for the wrong word being used, looked for plot holes, and worked on flow.
- Added more character and setting depth. Worked on tense.
- A read through to write up my index cards on story. Worked on anything that popped up.
Haven bounced across the cracked linoleum floor to answer the call of the beeping oven. She retrieved the surprise she had baked for her friends who were all crowded around a small wobbly legged table in her parent’s kitchen.
“Haven, that smells like heaven. You’re going to make some guy a great old lady one day.” Chrome said.
His older brother Gas smiled, his nut-brown eyes flickered menacingly and he laughed. “We all know that won’t be you, Chrome.”
The other guys around the table burst into laughter.
Chrome lowered his bright red mop that he had in common with his brother, the only thing he had in common with his brother, and stuttered to himself. The sea green eyed, Chrome was the more sensitive of the two. He gave riding lessons to townies down at the bike shop. He was the only one willing to. Gas was a mechanic there and ruthlessly prodded him about helping them.
Ignoring them, Haven carefully pried the cookies from the pan and deposited them on a large chipped dinner plate. She turned to set them on the table and almost collided into Crazy George, her dad’s right hand man. He towered over her with a foreboding gaze made more menacing by his almost black eyes. He reached a gnarled finger out toward the plate and flipped it right out of Havens hands. The cookies and plate crashed to the floor with a commotion loud enough to garish a greying eyebrow raise from her father seated in the living room.
Her father, Big Bruce, had been watching the whole exchange as he often did whenever Haven was around his men. He shook his shaved head, grunted and flicked his gaze back to the muted TV.
Haven glared at Crazy George, her fists pulled into tight balls of fury. Burst into flames. If there is a higher power in this world you will burst into flames, right now.
Crazy George said, “If you lug nuts are done playing house with princess here, you need to get the bikes polished for the morning perimeter check.”
The guys jumped, causing chairs to awkwardly scape and catch on the worn floor. The noise sounded like a group of five-year-olds learning to play trumpet. None of them glanced at Haven or offered to help her clean up the mess. They knew their place because her father and George made sure they did.
Once they had left Crazy George turned back to Haven, cocked his bald head and smirked.
Haven swallowed the verbal assault threatening to unleash itself from her mouth. Crazy George had it out for her but she wasn’t sure why. Every time she hung out with the younger guys from her father’s motorcycle club he was around to spoil her fun. But never in a protective uncle kind of way. He always operated in a ‘I’m here to ruin your life’ way. She never got to get close to any of the guys and it wasn’t for a lack of trying. A couple of the guys were good looking and Haven wouldn’t have minded spending some time alone with them. Crazy George never let that happen though. He was her dad’s bulldog and he was set to guarding her.
Crazy George followed the guys outside and then her father followed. He paused before exiting the living room, his large frame taking up most of the doorway. “Make sure and get that cleaned up, princess. Don’t want mice in the house, now do we.” He gave her a half smile and strode through the door.
Why don’t you stand up for me? Why do you let him treat me like that? Haven shook on the inside from rage. Tears brimmed her hazel eyes but she didn’t let them fall. She took a few deep breaths and bent to clean up the remainders of her morning surprise. Why she even bothered to try and be friends with the guys her age in her dad’s motorcycle club was being to baffle her. Crazy George would never let anything come of it.
But what he didn’t know was she had been dating boys from a few towns over. Tally, her best friend, covered for her and said she was at her house when in reality Haven was out with one of her boyfriends. She was an adult, granted she was barely an adult but she was an adult. She was going to start going to the community college soon. Crazy George and her dad had to know she would meet boys there who weren’t intimidated by the fact she was the daughter of the leader of a motorcycle club. Maybe she would even meet guys there who didn’t know who she was like she did when she traveled to other towns. Sure they had heard of the motorcycle club but didn’t recognize Haven on sight.
She let that thought fall into the trashcan with the cookies she dumped into the it and went to get ready for her day. Today was a busy day. She had lots of sitting on the deck and watching the motorcycles come and go planned. She hated summers here. At least when she was in school she had an excuse to get away from this place and see real people. People who had regular lives and did things like going to work in offices. People who didn’t have clubs filled with drunken bikers as their norm.
Haven sighed. Her mother had died a few years ago leaving Haven to fend for herself here among the bikers. She hated most of them. The guys her age she had grown up with before her mother’s death and the new recruits were alright. But the older guys she hated especially the ones from that day. The day her mother died.
Her mother had died in a hospital after the bike she was riding got hit by a truck. Her mother had been riding on her own that day. She always rode with Bruce but today she had chosen to ride her own bike. And since she wasn’t vested in the club because she was just an old lady she had to ride at the tail end of the group. The club didn’t let old ladies get vested.
Her unvested mother was thrown from her bike, off an overpass and into a shallow creek. The doctors said it was a miracle she was still alive when she got to the hospital. Even though Haven had tried to get there in time to see her before she died, Haven was to late. Her mother had died fifteen minutes before she got there.
Haven blamed the men her mother was riding with that day including her father. They should have let her ride in the front to keep her safe. Haven was mad at her mother for not choosing to ride with Bruce that day. And Haven was mad at herself for taking time to throw real clothes on. Her pajama pants and top would have been fine but she felt weird wearing them out in public to the hospital.
Haven towel dried her hair as she stared at her ghost like image in the foggy mirror. She dreamed of her mother a lot. Had nightmares about her death. Her mind could concoct with great detail her mother’s last moments as she flew from her bike and beyond the overpass wall. She used to wake up screaming as her mother met the ground with a dull thud but as the years progressed, she became more numb to the shock of it. And now she just woke sweaty and shaken.
Why am I even still here?