Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(10)

“That’s not true.”
I jerk my eyes up to meet hers.  “Yes, it is.  No one cares whether I live or die.”
She gives my hand another squeeze as a soft smile crosses her face.  “When my husband brought you here tonight, he was claiming you as his.”
I shake my head in denial.  “No way.  Nuh uh.  You’re his old lady! He can’t claim me!”
“I meant that he claimed you as family, so that means you’re my family too.  I’ve always wanted a daughter.”
Her words are like a balm to my soul. “I always wanted a real mother.” I say quietly.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
CHAPTER Three
 
Jenna
 
 
 
I’m sitting at the kitchen table, looking out the window and reflecting on how much my life has changed over the past few weeks.  I’ve been in Big Clifty for nearly a month now, and I still can’t believe that I’ve been saved.  First of all, I have a real home with Mindy and Chipper.  It’s not a huge place, but it looks like a mansion compared to the shitholes that mom and me lived in.
Secondly, my dad and Timmons aren’t even looking for me, although I’m pretty sure they know where I am.  All that really matters is that they haven’t come to get me yet, and I’m starting to think that they never will.  To be honest, I never really thought Dad would come for me, but a big part of me feared that Timmons would.  I guess he didn’t want me as bad as I thought he did, thank God.  
Timmons and Killer were the only two members of the Renegade Sons I knew before I went to the club house.  They used to stop by my Mom’s every once in a while looking for Dad.  Killer was an okay guy.  He never bothered me when he came over.  I’ve been afraid of Timmons since I was just a little girl, though.  I can’t really explain why, but I just knew there was something weird about him.  Then five years ago, he started making me touch him.   I was only eleven years old at the time, and he was in his late twenties.  That’s when I realized that he wasn’t just weird, he was a complete sicko.  
When I first walked into Mateland MC, I was a virgin.  Timmons stole that from me the first night.  I was sure nothing could have hurt worse than that, but he proved to me that I was wrong.  The other things he did to me made the first rape seem like a walk in the park, especially that first week when he kept me locked in his room, only coming in when he wanted to hurt me.
Eventually, he decided that he’d share me with Rig.  I hate to admit it, but Rig wasn’t all that bad.  He never used his fists on me, and he made sure I had food and water.  That’s a hell of lot more than I can say for Timmons.  To him, a fist in the face was a love tap.  
Rig took the time to show me around the club.  I was surprised to see other girls the same age as me there; a few of them I even knew from school. They’d quit a while back, and I hadn’t seen them since.  I naively assumed that they had moved away, but I never even considered the thought that they were stuck in this hell hole right along with me.  As soon as I saw them, I wanted to do something to help them, but how could I when I couldn’t even help myself.#p#分页标题#e#
Rig occasionally let me talk to some of the girls when I behaved well.  He said that they could teach me the ropes, but what they really taught me was to run if I ever got the chance.    The longer I stayed at the club, the more I learned. A few of the girls were even younger than me; the youngest one barely being thirteen. She looked like a little kid, but her eyes were dull and void from the loss of her innocence.  Some of the girls claimed they were there willingly, and even went as far as to say that they loved their old man, but more than a few were being held against their will, just like me.  
Before the night Dad gave me to Timmons, I had my life mapped out: turn eighteen, get my mom and me out of the little trailer we lived in, and run as far away as we could. But, finding Mom dead on the kitchen floor changed all of that.  I should have been smart.  I should have packed up and ran away from that piece of shit town as soon as I laid eyes on her cold, lifeless body.  Instead, I made the ultimate error of running straight to my Dad, which has, so far, been the biggest mistake of my life.
Losing hope as the weeks passed, I didn’t think I’d ever get out of that clubhouse. The day Chipper found me being raped and humiliated by two disgusting men, I knew I was going to be free. I wasn’t sure how, and I never would’ve thought he’d be the one to do what he did, but I knew in my gut as soon as I saw him that he was my savoir.  Chipper not only saved me, but he also gave me a home and a family; a place where I felt safe and loved for the first time in my entire life.