Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
So annoyin’...
I never gave in, ever.
And I never would.
Besides, all I had to do when he was pickin’ on me was what my daddy said to do.
So, I did.
“My daddy says if boys bother me to kick ‘em where the sun don’t shine,” I told Jackson for the first time.
“What’s that?”
I didn’t wait to explain before kickin’ him in the nuts.
He fell to the ground, hurtin’. “What the heck, Harley?!”
“What?” I shrugged. “I was just showin’ ya what you asked.”
“Just wait! I’m gonna knock you into next week!”
“Good! Then I won’t havta’ see your ugly face that makes me wanna barf!”
And the next day, he did just that... Never did I imagine he would take it as far as he did.
Never.
Ever.
Under no circumstances.
I gasped. Screamin’, “Not my limited-edition Christmas Barbie!” Knowin’ who was behind this.
I ran across my room, leapin’ over my bed to get to her. Carefully takin’ her headless body off the string that was around her neck. Straightening her red sparklin’ gown, feelin’ like I got punched in my tummy.
When I looked up, there the murderer was, leanin’ against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. An evil look takin’ over his face.
One you’d see in ‘R’ rated movies.
“Jackson Pierce, you are rotten to the core! What did Barbie ever do to you to deserve this?!”
“You had my nuts hurting all day, Harley!”
“I hate you and your nuts!” I didn’t wait again, I tackled him to the ground into the hallway.
“Get off me, you Gremlin!”
“Never, you asshole!”
“Harley Jameson!” Momma yelled in that really, really angry voice. The one she only used when I was in lots and lots of trouble.
I didn’t get off him until she pulled me away, and then I got grounded for life, again.
Nothin’ new.
“Harley, this has to stop,” Momma stressed, pullin’ me away from my memory.
“Ugh!” I stomped my foot. “I don’t wanna do this, Momma! I hate him! I don’t wanna pretend like I don’t hate him!”
“Oh, it’s perfectly clear you hate him, young lady. I think you’ve hated him since the day you were born.”
“I have. He sucks big, huge donkey balls.”
“Harley! You can’t talk like that.”
“Momma, if you heard half of the things he’s said to me, you would think he sucks, too.”
“I have heard the things he says to you, Harley. It’s not like you two try to hide your hatred for each other. It’s well known to everyone in town how much you can’t stand one another. Why do you think you’re not allowed on the opposite teams at school anymore, young lady? Remember you hit Jackson with a baseball bat last year?”
“It wasn’t even that hard.”
“Harley, you knocked him out for ten seconds.”
“He was wearin’ a helmet, and he woke back up.” I shook my head. “He was fine. And I only hit him cuz he hit me first.”
“You got hit with a foul ball.”
“That he was pitchin’!”
“Harley, enough! You kicked him in the nuts, again. For the fifth time this month.”
“He blocked a few!”
“Only after the first time you kicked him.”
“That’s only cuz he said I couldn’t jump as high as he could off the swings, when he knows I can. I’m the highest jumper in the first grade.”
Why did Jackson have to try and beat me at everythin’?
Why was he so ugly it hurt my eyes to look at him? And make me want to barf when he was around?
I didn’t know.
“And what did I say about using your words?”
I scratched my head. “But Daddy says—”
“Harley, I didn’t ask you what your father said, I asked you what I said.”
Looking down at the ground, I whispered, “To use my words instead of my fists.”
“That’s ri—”
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “But Daddy says sometimes fists speak louder than words.”
“Damn straight, baby girl,” Daddy stated, walking into the kitchen.
“Creed!” Momma turned, yelling at him like always. Making me giggle.
Momma was always yelling at him for the stuff that came out of his mouth, cuz my daddy was awesome and always did and said what he wanted.
He cussed.
A lot, a lot.
Daddy had a potty mouth, and I had a potty mouth cuz of him.
I was always gettin’ yelled at by adults to watch my language. Little girls were supposed to be polite and delicate and turn into beautiful young ladies.
Bigger barf.
Well, I didn’t wanna be like that.
I just wanted to be myself.
Harley Jameson.
The biker princess of the baddest, scariest, meanest biker of them all. Prez of the End of the Road motorcycle club. Creed Jameson.
My daddy.
Chapter 2
<>Harley<>
Daddy came from a really super long line of bikers. Like a list of hundreds and hundreds of years long. Biker blood ran through my veins like it did my momma’s cuz Daddy made me with his seed. He planted me in Momma’s tummy with his water hose.
That was how babies were made.