"A Fresh Start" Danielle & Snake A Devil's Angels MC Club Romance Novel Book 2

Danielle I grew up in the small beautiful town of Glenwood Springs, Colorado just an hour from Aspen. Living in a small town was pretty boring and there wasn't much to do at all. I was the only child born to Nancy and Gordon Childs. My parents had not wanted any children at all,but here I am. Yea for me to have two parents that didn't want me but had me anyway. Yeah I was a surprise to say the least, hell if they didn't want me they could have put me up for adoption or some s**t like that, but no not me, my greedy ass parents kept me and let me live in pure hell for six years while she got f****d by anyone and everyone. I remember the day hell opened it's door and sucked me in trapping me for 6 years. We lived in a cute little two bedroom cottage of a older couple from Hawaii. They sold the house to my parents for $50000. I remember my mom saying she'd be 65 years old when they made the last house payment and officially owned thier own piece of paradise. It was the biggest fight I remember my parents constantly getting into, it was the same arguement constantly until I was 6. Then they started fighting about everything and anything, if they were in the same room as each other they fought. I knew I didn't want a marriage like there's. I would do better than my parents. I wanted to reach for the stars growing up, well I did want that till my dream was taken away from me by a monster, my father. My dad would scream at my mom telling her she was pathetic and a sorry excuse for a female and the only way to make things right was go back out there and make him more money and don't come home till the sun came up. So that's what my mom did. Every night just to make him happy. Well I guess I know that didn't make him happy only I could make him happy but not in the way you think a 6 year old could make her daddy happy. My mom was barely home she was always working as a bartender at The Castle Bar or where ever my father sent her at night. All my school friends had two loving parents that cared about them, thier parents dropped them off and picked them up every day, they'd be at all the school party's and activities with them. But not my parents I woke myself up everyday, got myself dressed, made my breakfast and my lunch and then I'd walked myself to school everyday. I sat in the back if the classroom away from everyone since they made fun of me calling me a freak or stinky girl or no parents girl I figured it was easier to avoid them then fight them but then again maybe my parents would have had to pay attention or better yet put me in foster care and I would get taken care of but no I chose to sit in the corner. I never saw my mom, the only time I heard her voice was in the early morning when her and my dad would fight. My dad had worked in construction until he got hurt on the job and when he tried to file for workers compensation they investigated him due to him failing his drug/alcohol test that's required when you get hurt on the job. So they wouldn't pay for his hospital bills and in the end he lost his job. He could have cared less though. When he was working he'd come home complaining and bitching about his dumb ass co-workers or how his boss was a douchebag who went to college to learn how to build a house he used to say "How the hell y'all supposed to learn how to build a home from a dam book, that ain't no way to learn how to build a home, the only way to learn construction was hands on. Ya get out there and build the dam thing. That's how you learn how to build anything." After he got injured he turned into an evil sadistic ass hat worse than he already was. My father should never have been given a d**k to produce children. He'd beat my mom if she didn't make enough money to satisfy his needs. I hated that man so much. To say I had a shitty childhood is an understatement. My childhood sucked donkey balls. My life was liveable I suppose until I was 6. I was basically invisible to my dad, thank God. I didn't speak to him and he didn't acknowledge my existence till my 6th birthday. The day my whole world went to hell. I remember that day like it was yesterday, after having an awesome day at school, my teacher threw me a birthday party at school. I couldn't believe it, I didn't think anyone even knew I was alive. But my teacher had always been nice to me she'd give me a ride home on cold snowy or rainy days. Hell she even got me cake and ice cream for my birthday and my classmates all got me some cute gifts like a Barbie doll, some markers, crayons, and coloring books, bangle bracelets, some cute hair barrettes for my beautiful long blonde hair. I was shocked but then again we were asked to get a present for each classmate ion thier birthday, my teacher always made sure I had a present for my classmates. And on days that I had no lunch my teacher made sure I had food. She provided for me alot up through the 6th grade. I wish she would have called child services but she didn't she just made sure I had food. But once I moved onto middle school I became invisible again. That was one thing I had going for me was my waist long blonde wavy/curly hair. And the older I got the prettier I got and by the time I graduated high school I was 5'4" 100lbs big boobs nice ass and natural blonde wavy curly hair that came down to my waist. So going back to when I turned six, my mom promised me she'd be home when I got home from school to spend my birthday with me. But she wasn't she lied to me, I asked my dad where she was but he ignored me like always, he just grunted at me and threw an empty beer can at me. I had no cake, no ice ceam, no presents, I had nothing. My own father didn't even acknowledge me. I was so upset that I ran to my room and slammed my door, I threw myself on the bed crying my eyes out. I didn't care that I was throwing a fit. My dad was drunk and pissed off screaming at me "Shut the hell up or I'll shut you up. You want me to shut you up cause I got a good way to shut you up. I didn't care I just kept throwing my fit, I was throwing whatever I could find to throw. I heard him stomping up the stairs, he kicked my door to my room in demanding to know why I was being such a cunt. I was six years old I didn't even know what a cunt was so I screamed in his face telling him he was a bad bad father cause he forgot my birthday and he couldn't care less about me. He just laughed at me. I thought he was going to hit me but instead he smiled at me and looked at me like I was his prey. He licked his lips and walked towards me, he grabbed me by my shoulders and picked me up so I was eye level with him. "Oh, it's your birthday you say, well I guess I'll give you your birthday present, will that shut you up if I give you a birthday present?" He leaned so close to my face I could smell the beer and cigarette smoke on his breathe. All I did was nod no at him. My did didn't care , "Yeah that's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna give you my special birthday present. You want my birthday present don't ya Danielle Elizabeth Childs? Yeah you do, I see the look in your eyes, you want your daddy to f**k you good, you've been wanting my f*****g attention for years so now I'm gonna give you all my attention. He threw me on my bed and tied my hands to my headboard and gagged my mouth. Then looking into my six year old crying eyes, "Don't cry Dani, daddy's gonna make you feel real good. Are you ready to feel good?" I remember I couldn't stop crying I was so scared. I couldn't stop crying My dad got pissed off at me and grabbed my face "SHUT THE f**k UP YOU LITTLE b***h. STOP YOUR CRYING RIGHT NOW OR YOU WONT LIVE TO SEE TOMORROW, DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME DANI !!!!!!" I instantly stopped crying and then my dad did the worst possible thing you could ever do to your own flesh and blood. He took all his clothes off and then he proceeded to rip my clothes off of me and r**e me over and over again. When he got done raping me he grabbed me by my face "If you tell anyone about your special birthday present, I will kill you, your mother and all your little friends plus who would believe you? Your a lying b***h with a wild imagination. You don't have any clue what I did to you besides make you feel good and I'll be doing that whenever I want. Cause you got a tight p***y and it feels so good clamped around my d**k making me spit my seed in you. You felt so good baby girl. I can't wait till tomorrow to have you again. You're mine now Dani and you'll always be mine. Your never aloud to f**k another man ever only me you can only f**k daddy forever. And if you say one word to anyone I'll deny it and they'd put me in the crazy house and he'd kill my mom. So every night from the time I was 6 until I turned 12 the moment I came home from school I became dad's play toy. He had his way with me for 6 years. He would come up the stairs to my room and force himself on me. My mom never stopped him God my mom was so oblivious to what was going on right under her nose, if she did know she never stopped it from happening. As I got older she always had a glazed look in her eyes and she slurred her words constantly just like Gordon did. I learned about drugs in school and they showed all the signs of heavy drug use. I learned to cook when I was 10 cause I wasn't going to get fed unless I did it myself. My parents were so drugged out of thier mind they didn't even realize I'd take money from my mom's purse and walk to the grocery store and buy dinner. The only time I was noticed was when my dad got horny and my mom wasn't home. Some life huh. I stopped calling them mom and dad when I was seven. How could I call a r****t and a drug addict mom and dad. My dad loved his Saturday Poker night cause he'd let his buddies have there way with me if they won the jackpot. Most of the time my dad won just so he could r**e me again. If he was losing big time he would sell me when he ran out of money. So every Saturday I always became the jackpot of the night. The winner of the jackpot got me and was permitted to do as they wanted with me and I couldn't put up a fight or resist in any way. If my dad didn't win the jackpot, he'd just wait till they were done with me and as soon as his buddies left I was his anyhow, so it didn't matter whether he won or lost I was still his prize. I hated my dad with a passion I wished every night he'd step off the curb and get hit by a bus or an asteroid would plummet to the ground and smash him on the head. I just wanted him dead. I was a child i trusted my dad with my life, he was supposed to protect me but he didn't, he took my childhood from me and turned me into his cold hearted cheap w***e. I knew I should have told someone that he was hurting me but no one would believe me. I was the freak girl or the stinky girl, and I didn't want him to hurt my mom. You've heard the statement 'My dad went to get a pack of smokes and never came back.' Well that s**t happened toe when I was 12 my dad left to get a pack of smokes and never came back. There was a God, he was gone and out of my life. So am I sad the sick twisted f**k left and never came back f**k no I'm not sad. I am completely f****d up in the head and the older I got I began to regress more. I refused to date or even look at a boy. The things my dad did to me till I was 12 years old made me never want to be touched by a man ever again. My mom became sad, depressed,cuseless and threw herself into her job. I swore I saw her on the street corner one night getting into a pickup truck but it couldn't have been her cause if it was it looked like she was hooking herself out. But that's what my dad had done to me. He'd send my mom out to work so he could f**k his only daughter. So why did he leave, f**k if I know nor do I care. I was just glad the bastard was gone. All my mom did was work and some nights I'd hear her come in at 4-5 am. This was her daily routine till I turned 15 and then she didn't come home. It was my birthday she had to come home. I came home from school and got ready for my after school job at the corner store, yup the same one my dad had went to to get a pack of smokes 3 years ago. My mom wasn't much but for the past three years she didn't forgot my birthday. The last three years she made me a cake and wrap my presents up. She'd put my presents, a card, my cake on the counter and they'd be waiting for me when I got home but this year there was no card, no presents, no cake or ice cream waiting for me on the counter like every other year. I mean she did remember 3 times out of 15 so I figured mom would forgot about my birthday again, not like she had a great track record. I knew it would happen eventually. So i went to work and got home around 9 pm and the house was quiet, mom's car still wasn't in the driveway so I figured she was working the late shift at The Castle Bar or out on the corner again. f**k my life. My mom wasn't a mom, she was weak, depressed, a shell of a woman before and after my dad left. I was hurt that my own mother didn't remember my birthday but I was used to it. I was pretty naive and sheltered myself that I didn't know what to do to help my mom before it was to late. So I made dinner, ate, grabbed a shower and went to bed. I was woken up to cops banging on my door at 5 am. I open the door to Officer Tomas and four other police officers wishing to speak to me inside. I told them I needed to wake up my mom first before I let anyone inside. I went to shut the front door to go get my mom when they stopped me and told me that was why they were there, something bad had happened to my mom. I screamed "NO!!!!" I instantly ran to my mom's room and threw her door open and flipped on the light calling her name. "Mom, Mom where are you"? I collapased on her bed sobbing uncontrollably, I knew then she was gone and I was all alone. My dad left me and now my mom was dead. After I was able to control my sobbing I asked them what happened and they said she had been mugged in the parking lot after the bar closed, the mugger stabbed her ten times and slit her throat and only got away with $30 that's what she had made that night in tips. They couldn't get any kind of description from the survilance camera he kept his back to the camera and the reflection off of my mom's car only saw her terror they couldn't see his face. I told them I wanted to see the video. I wanted to see if I could see something they didn't see. They finally agreed. They asked me if was there someone I could call to come stay with me if not they were going to put me in foster care. I lied my ass off telling them I'd call my aunt and uncle in Florida, my mom's sister and have them come and get me but I wasn't doing s**t this weekend I needed to see my mom, identify her body and plan her funeral. They took me down to the county morgue and I identified my mom. She finally looked at peace, all her sadness was gone. I finally told her my secret about what my dad did to me, I knew he couldn't hurt her she was already dead. Officer Tomas took me upstairs to his office and let me watch the video. I saw my mom walk to ger car then as she was opening her door a man came out of the darkness. At first I saw my mom smile then I saw the stranger pull a knife out. She handed him money then I saw my mom's eyes get huge as he plunged the knife into her over and over. She said something to him and it swear she said "No Gordon don't kill me!" Then the stranger slit her throat. Then he did something so sick I about puked. He brought her face to his and kissed her till she bleed to death in his arms. He laid her on the ground and closed her eyes. It was then I saw his reflection it was my dad. I jumped up from my seat and ran to the trash can and threw up. Officer Tomas asked me what was wrong. I looked at him and started crying "my dad Gordon Childs killed my mom. I saw his reflection in her eyes right before he slit her throat but then again when he laid her on the ground. Watch the video again you'll see his reflection." They didn't believe me, they told me I just wanted it to be my dad. I told them they were crazy I know what I saw. Its been 3 years since I saw that sick man but I'll never forget his face, it haunts me every single night." I look at the cop, "please take me home now I want to go home." Tomas helped me up from the floor and lead me to his car and took me home, he asked me if I'd be ok and gave me his card in case I ever needed anything, anything at all. He smiled at me and gave me a wink. Seriously was he seriously hitting on me after I just found out my mom was murdered. The bile rose in my throat and I said I'd be fine and got out of his cop car and went into the house and went to my mom's room and cried myself to sleep. The cops never came back to check on me to see if I did what I said I would. I made all the necessary calls and five days later I buried my mom, packed up the house selling what I could and keeping the money cause her greedy ass rich b***h sister had sold my mom's house and kept the money from it, threw me $500 and told me good luck, left me in the dust with $120,000. She never cared about my mom or me, her only niece. She laughed in my face when I asked her if I could come stay with them in Florida till I turned 18. "Why the f**k would I want you in my home so you can f**k my husband to?" I couldn't believe what she just said, how could she had known my dad r***d me. "Oh my God Aunt Kathy I would never do something like that, that's f*****g gross!" She glared at me and turned on her heal and was gone. I was truly alone now. My mom was dead, my dad thank God left along time ago, I was an only child so here I stood in a house I had to leave with no where to go but the streets. Just f*****g great. I had $900 to my name and had just barely turned 15. I'd be dammed if I was going to a foster home. I called Tomas and told him I'd be staying at a friend's house for the rest of my senior year of high school. I needed to find a place to sleep, eat, shower. Thank God I still had my job at the corner store. Well I did before the owners were robbed and both of them were shot over $23. f**k my life, I some how finished high school after being teased called names and bullied for my senior year. I couldn't wait to graduate I don't know why I still had no where to go, no job, no nothing. Colorado got cold as hell in the winter but I got lucky, I had been out walking one summer morning and I found an old cabin in the mountains that had been abandoned for years. It was a mess so I slowly started fixing it up. The rest of that summer after I graduated, I mowed lawns and cleaned rich people's homes then in the winter time I started shoveling rich people's driveways. So I bought supplies and starting fixin up the cabin. I had checked at the courthouse for records of the owners to see about renting but they had died in the 90s and had no relatives or children and the land and cabin had been paid for in full so i inquired what I had to do to purchase it. The courts told me since there was no living kin and there was no debt that i could buy the property for the price of the back taxes that was owed. Well the taxes owed we're $125.87. I paid the taxes off on the land, the courts signed the deed over to me just two weeks after I graduated high school. I was a home owner at 17, I had bought a log cabin and 5 acres of land for $125.87. I was happy as f**k that day. I had been on my own for two years already and no one ever questioned me about where I was living or who was taking care of me. I ran out of the courthouse and straight to my mom's grave telling her everything. I finally was doing some good in life. I felt so alive that day and finally I would be able to live my life for me.