Sara
“Harley, I feel stupid, wearing this crown.” It’s hot pink with the word bride spelled out in silver glitter letters. “I think I have glitter in my eyes,” I grumble. Harley is my Uncle, Rebel’s daughter.
“Stop being difficult, Sara. I went through a lot trouble planning your party. I have to babysit for three weekends in a row for this.” Harley talked my brother into getting us fake ids for the bar we are going to. He probably would have done it anyway, but I’m not going to tell Harley that.
“Does your mom know?”
“Eww. No, you know how she is. Morgan is covering for us.” She smirks. Morgan, her older, adopted sister is married to my brother. Our family tree is seriously fucked up, but that story is for another time
God help Morgan and Cole if my dad or anyone else finds out they had a hand in tonight.
“You’re getting married. This is important. It may be the only fun you have in your life.” She laughs and smooths red lipstick over my lips.
“I’m getting married. Not dying.” I grab some tissue and wipe off some of the makeup she just applied. It’s too heavy. Makes face feel all cakey.
“Have you talked to your mom?”
“Nope.” I pop the P.
“You need to make peace with her.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. And no, I am not gonna apologize. I didn’t do anything wrong. I have done everything she wanted. I finished school and waited months to make her happy. If she wants to be a witch about this…then that’s on her. Not me.” Shrugging, I get up from the vanity seat and look over my outfit in the mirror. I’m wearing dark skinny jeans and an emerald green silky halter top. I wish Danny were here to see me, but he’s in Webb Hollow. Lord only knows what kind of party he’s having there. I don’t want to even think about what those skanky hangaround bitches will try to do to him or for him in an attempt to catch his eye one last time.
A knock sounds on the bedroom door. It’s Morgan and Cole. “Here are your ids and if you’re ready, let’s get on the road. I told your moms’ we are going to the movies in Martin and that it is a late showing.”
“Thanks, Morg.” Harley squeezes her neck.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay with CT and Jack?” Jack is my brother and Morgan’s five-month-old son.
“Pfft. I’ll be fine. I’m a pro at this diaper business,” Cole says with a laugh.
“Well, don’t be calling and rushing us back. I mean it, Cole. This is my first girl’s night since before Jack was born.” Morgan pins him with an icy glare.
He holds his hands up. “Fuck. I hear you.”
“And watch your mouth around the boys, they are like sponges,” she warns.
“Give me a kiss and get outta here before I change my mind,” he teases with a crooked smirk.
“Eww, I don’t want to see this.” I hold up my hands and go into the living room to tell my boy goodbye.
“CT.” As I call out to him, he coos up at me from his bouncy chair. I haven’t decided who he takes after. Danny says he looks a lot like Harper did as a child, but I can’t picture that in my head. All I ever knew her as was a sadistic bitch with crazy eyes.
Morgan and Harley are finally ready, and we get on the road.
We’re going to some bar called, Chances. It’s newer and not affiliated with any of the MC’s which is great for us considering we don’t want anyone to know what we are up to tonight.
I would be content with really going to the movies, but Harley insisted. I think tonight has more to do with her being pissed off at Kyler than taking me out for the night, but I am along for the ride.
He has been keeping his distance since my brother jumped his ass about sneaking her into the Roadhouse, the Black Rebel Riders’ MC clubhouse.
The drive to the bar doesn’t take all that long and when we pull into the parking lot I start to get nervous.
I’ve never been to a bar before. I am so glad Morgan decided to come with us. She’s older and wiser. Plus, she will keep Harley from getting into too much trouble.
We get through the door with no problem. The bouncer barely looked over our ids before taking our money and waving us through.
Music is blaring through the speakers as we walk into the main room. A long bar is off to one side of the wall and a seating area is on the opposite side. The dance floor is in between the two areas. The place isn’t large, but it is packed.
It is all a bit overwhelming.
“What first? Drinks or dancing?”
Harley and I both answer, “Drinks!”
“You two get a table and I’ll go order,” Morgan tells us.
Harley grabs my arm and tugs me forward. “Isn’t this exciting?”
“Sure.” I smile at her not wanting to be a downer. Truth is, I would rather be home with CT and talking on the phone to Danny.
We find a table up against the wall, by the hallway that I assume leads to the bathrooms. The strobe lights keep flashing and the result is a headache starting at the base of my neck.
“I can’t believe we are at a real bar!” Harley squeals in my ear and my temples throb.
“It’s great.” I half nod.
“Don’t be a sourpuss. Tonight, is your night. In like two days you are marrying Danny. Tonight, don’t be you. Be someone new. Cut loose and live a little. You are too young to be so settled.”
Part of me agrees with her, but the biggest part of me knows that being here at the bar, it just isn’t me.
When Morgan brings us our drinks, I take an eager swig, hoping it does the trick and breaks me out of my shell. Before Danny kidnapped me, I probably would have been all for sneaking into a bar. I’m not that girl anymore though. I’m a mom and I’m getting married. I have different goals and interest, I guess.
Taking out my cell phone, I turn it over in my hands. The temptation to text Danny wrenches at me as well as thoughts of calling Cole to check on CT.
Before I can do either, Morgan snatches my phone and tucks it away in her purse. “Nope, I know that look, Sara. CT is fine, and Danny is off doing his thing.”
“Fine,” I grumble and suck the rest of my drink through my straw. The liquor shoots to my toes, warming me all over along the way.
“Let's dance!” Harley jumps up and brings me along with her as a fast beat song starts to play.