Page 2 of Viper
I sniffle as I stare at all the different kinds of tampons and pads an hour later, my heart hammering in chest and I wipe away the tears that won’t stop falling.
I don’t even know which ones to grab, there’s too many…
I sniffle again as my body trembles.
I don’t know what to do. Daddy was right, she doesn’t want me, she never did. I’m stupid for thinking she could help me with this, and I'm even more stupid for going to that clubhouse to begin with, not realizing the danger I had put myself in, all because I wanted to see that woman.
I never knew how dangerous the men in the club really were…
“I wonder if Cherri’s daughter will be able to suck head as well as she can?” a man says as I rush out of the clubhouse doorway, but freeze in shock at his words, my eyes wide as my tears fall hard and fast.
“Fucker, the brat is like ten or something,” another guy says, and I peek around the corner to see a large man with long blonde hair grinning as he replies, “Maybe, but she’ll be legal at eighteen, and like mother like daughter, right?”
He laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever said and I flinch back as he gloats, “I’m going to make sure I’m the first one to have a ride with her. Cherri is fucking amazing in bed, her cunt and ass a perfect fit for my cock, so just imagine how tight her daughter will be then, maybe even sooner if she grows tits quick enough.”
I wipe away more tears as I sniffle.
The other guy who was with the first one didn’t say anything, just walked away shaking his head while the guy followed, cackling, like it’s the funniest thing to gloat about taking me.
I owe my daddy an apology, a big one. I never should have told him I hated him. I never should have thought of him as selfish. If anything, I’m the selfish one.
All he was trying to do was look out for me. He knew what she was like, knew how she’d react to seeing me, and I should have listened instead of thinking I knew best.
I should have just told him what I needed.
“Sweetheart?” I hear and I turn my head and lock eyes with light brown ones and I sniffle, wiping my tears again and whisper, “Hi Mrs. Lopez…”
The President of the Dark Angels’ wife kneels before me and cups my cheeks, gently wiping away my tears as she looks at me with concern.
I don’t know many people from the club, only the President and his wife, and they’ve always been nice to me. However, by the sounds of things, the rest of the club thinks I’m exactly like ‘Cherri’, or that I'm going to be like her anyway.
“What’s happened, sweet girl?” she asks as I hear, “Anna?” and Mrs. Lopez tenses before Brick, the President of the club, walks around the corner looking mad before he sees me and frowns, his dark blue eyes assessing me.
“Lake, sweetheart, your daddy has been looking everywhere for you,” he says as he rushes over, and my tears fall some more as he looks behind me, then his eyes soften in realization.
“I-I, I told Daddy I hated him,” I hiccup, guilt eating at me, and Mrs. Lopez's eyes soften as she promises, “He knows you didn’t mean it, Lake.”
I sob, “But I was so m-mean, I-I told him I-I wanted to see my-my mama but didn’t tell-tell him why and he said n-no and I-I shouted at him and went-went against his rules and went-went to see her.”
Mrs. Lopez tenses and Brick demands softly, “What did she say to you, sweetheart?”
I sniffle and admit, “That-that I-I was a mistake.”
My body trembles and Mrs. Lopez quickly grabs hold of me, pulling me into her arms before I hear, “Randy, I need you to come to the pharmacy, it’s Lake…” and I sob on Mrs. Lopez’s shoulder.
“Why-why didn’t she want me…” I cry, and the arms around me tighten.
“Because she’s an idiot, that is why my sweet girl. You are so special and sweet, and it is her loss, do you hear me?” Mrs. Lopez says firmly, and I nod, squeezing her tighter as my tears fall, wishing she were my mama.
I never should have gone to the club.
“Do you want me to help you here?” she whispers in my ear and I nod gently.
Pulling back, Mrs. Lopez wipes my eyes before looking at the tampons and pads behind me and says, “I think for your age, pads are the right route to go.”
I nod again, wiping away my tears as she stands before she grabs a few packets of pads and goes over to the counter, the lady looking at me with concern while Brick wraps his arm around me, holding me tightly to him and I close my eyes.
“A b-brother with long b-blond hair said he-he can’t w-wait until I’m legal to-to have me,” I whisper, and Brick tenses, and I lock eyes with Mrs. Lopez as she walks back over to me with anger, hearing my words.
