Psycho - Headless Horsemen MC novel Chapter 1

- Harley -

After running for what felt like hours I stop to catch my breath, I look around hoping to find a car that I can easily hotwire, as I'm walking down the streets I come up to one of my personal favorites, a Harley Davidson. I mean what do you think I was named after? My mum had taught me everything I know about cars and motorcycles, I can strip one and put it back together with my eyes closed.

I run up the bike and look it over, I get to the front of it and smile, the fucking idiot has left his keys in it, I swing my leg over the bike and kick the stand up, starting the engine, a roar echos throughout the quiet street, I hear the front door of a house open as a man runs out towards me, I rev the bike and take off before he has the chance to realize whats going on. I don't know where I'm going, but all I know is that I need to leave this state. As I ride out of town relief fills me, I'm free.

I've been riding for days, only stopping for fuel food and small naps. Finally, I enter California, I ride until I find a smallish town, called riverside. As I ride down the main street I take in my surroundings, a few bars, a diner, supermarket, tattoo shop, and strip club what a small town needs. I ride along the road until I find a motel, I get off my bike and grab the small backpack I had that was filled without the small number of things I owned.

I managed to book a room for 2 weeks paying it upfront with the money that was left in my name once my mum had died, after the 2 weeks ill decide if I'll stay or not. I get to my room and flop on my bed, letting my body sink into the mattress, I roll over and stare at the ceiling. Going over the events that have occurred in the past 22 years of my life, I pull myself off of the bed and force myself to have a shower, this is the first time I've had a hot shower in a while.

when I get out I stare at myself in the mirror, my long brown hair falling over my shoulders and breasts, my eyes follow the tattoed artwork I have covering my arms and most of my body. I can't recognize myself, I'm not this person anymore, the old me is dead. I walk into the room and throw on some shorts and an old ACDC singlet, I put my boots on and make my way out the door, I ride down the main street parking in front of a hairdressers.

I walk in and am met with a few pairs of eyes, I stare back in each one of them letting them know I'm not in the slightest uncomfortable, a girl around my age came up to me first I look down to her hands and watch her pick the skin around her nails until they start to bleed "Hello sweetheart, my names Abby, what can I do for you?" she gives me a weak smile "I want to go to blonde, today in one sitting I don't care what you do just get it done" she smiles and nods, leading me to her work station.

I don't know how many hours I had been sitting in this chair but soon enough the had finished, when I met my reflection I couldn't recognize myself, but this time in a good way for some weird reason I finally feel at peace, the old me is gone the weak little girl no longer exists, today I'm stronger, crazier, unpredictable, but I like it this way no one tries to fuck with me... I thanked her and paid her as I left.

I ride down the street looking at the shops, I may as well try and find a job here, what else am I going to do? I walk past shop after shop with no luck, until I hit the strip club, and what do I see? A help wanted sign, I roll my eyes. Oh come on, are you kidding me. I take a deep breath and remind myself that this isn't permanent, just until I have enough to incase shit hits the fan.

I get off my Harley and walk inside, it's quiet only a few dancers working and someone behind the bar. I walk up to the bar and wait for the woman to finish doing whatever she's doing, she stops and looks to me once she realizes I'm standing there, she tilts her head to the side studying me. "You're new here?" I let a small smirk leave my lips "That obvious?" she laughs and shakes her head, "Nah darl, I just know everyone in this town and I've never seen you before. If there anything I can get ya?" I look around once again before turning my attention back to her.

I get changed back into my clothes and head out the front, by the time it took to get changed the 15 men had left, I walked out grabbing a cigarette out of my pocket and lighting it when I look up I'm now face to face with the 15 men, "What?" I ask them, most of them look serious only a few that let out a small chuckle at my response I guess they're not used to people not bowing for them. "You're new here?" I look at the man speaking to me and study his patch The headless horsemen, dumb name for a biker group. My eyes linger lower 'Gunner' it must be his nickname, underneath the name is the letter VP, he must be the vice president.

"Yeah" I simply reply as I walk off to my bike, as I'm snaking my leg over her he turns back to me "Is that your bike?" is this guy serious? "No, I'm fucking stealing it. What the fuck does it look like dickhead, are you blind or something?" some of the guys laugh but it only seems to piss the VP off more "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to bitch?" oh, he did not.

I get off my bike and walk towards him, I smile at him as I stand inches away from his face. With a swift movement, I've pulled my gun out of my waistband and have it pointed at his dick, the men around me pull out their guns and point them towards me, I start laughing, the look at me puzzled "Tell your boys to lower their weapons or you will be missing your third leg before any of you can even blink" I take the safety off and push it into his crotch more. "Drop em boys," he says while trying to clear his throat.

I smile again and lean in to whisper into his ear, pulling my pocket knife out and flicking it open holding it to his neck "Next time I hear you call a female a bitch or anything else, ill take my pretty little pocket knife and slit your fucking throat, it would be such a shame to damage such a pretty neck" I put pressure down on the blade, I put my hands on his chest and push him away. "Nice meeting ya boys" walking back towards my bike sitting on it once again, "Oh, by the way, you're pretty fucking weak for a VP" I kick the stand and turn it on, I can feel their eyes burning the back of my skull as I ride off.

God. This is going to be fun.