The Phoenix Knights MC

Olivia’s POV- My eyes fluttered open slowly. I was still in a huge amount of pain this morning. A groan slipped from my lips, as my senses came too from my slumber. The sound of birds and the roar of bikes snapped me out of the daze I was in from just waking up. My eyes snapped open, and I looked around to make sure no one had seen me sleeping in my truck. That would have been embarrassing and probably the talk of the school. Shit, school. I grabbed my phone in a panic, I had to hurry to turn it back on. I checked the time even as it loaded up. Thankfully, I still had time before I needed to get to school. I turned to reach into the back to grab my duffle bag off the back seats, which was a bad idea. Pain radiated up my left side, making me cry out sharply. I relaxed carefully back into my driver's seat. Harry really did a number on me last night, before I ran from the house. Harry Jones is my step-dad. He has raised me since birth, so I currently have his last name, but he never earned the right to ever be called my dad. Why? Because since I was eight years old, he has used me as a punching bag. I just had to survive one more month, and then I turn eighteen, and I can be rid of him. I can leave and never look back, but after last night, I think I might have to leave sooner rather than later, or he might really kill me. I don’t think anyone would be able to stop me from leaving with the proof that I have. Last night was the worst I had seen Harry. He lost a big business deal, and he lashed out, taking it out on me. I know at least one of my ribs is broken, and I know my face and neck are littered with bruising. I pulled the visor down and looked in the small mirror. Yep, I was right, black eye, bruises to my cheek, jawline and even my lip. Despite having a black eye, it wasn’t swollen, just discolored, so you could still see my bright green eyes. It is a good thing it is still cold this month. I can wear one of my turtle-neck sweaters to hide the bruises on my neck, but my face is a different story. It is a good thing that I can hide it with make-up. I had to learn how to do make-up at a young age. I quickly applied the make-up to cover the bruises up, before I went to the public bathroom. I had driven to the lake last night. There is a car park there. It is secluded and not somewhere Harry would ever look for me. There is also a public bathroom that is always open, so I will be able to go in there and brush my teeth, treat my injuries and dress ready for school. I climbed out of my beat-up black truck, closed the door, and went to the back to get my duffle bag out of the back seats. The only reason my truck was beat up, was because it was the first vehicle I ever brought using the money that I have managed to make from my part-time job and the job my parents have no idea that I have. I could have brought a far better car with the money I earned from a job my parents didn’t know about, but I do not want them to know about it. I locked my truck and headed for the bathroom. Once inside, I went into the same cubicle I always did because it had a mirror and enough space for me to change. I changed my underwear and jeans first, knowing full well that would not hurt me nearly as much as trying to pull my T-shirt and bra off. I may have to leave my bra on and just bandage my ribs up. I slipped my feet into my sneakers, before I struggled to pull off my T-shirt. It took a minute, and a lot of wincing to pull it off, but I did it, and the bruises were worse than I imagined. I wiped the make-up off quickly and took photos of all the bruises that littered my body. I bandaged up my ribs, knowing if I didn’t I might actually puncture a lung. I was nearly finished wrapping bandages around my ribs, when my phone rang again. It ringed multiple times, since I had switched it back on, and I hadn’t answered a single phone call, or really paid attention to the notifications of all the missed phone calls and texts I had received while my phone was switched off overnight. I picked it up and looked at the screen. Countless missed calls from my mum, Benny and Megan. There were even a few threatening messages from Harry. Megan was calling right now, she is my best friend, no doubt Benny is with her. Those two are a match made in heaven not that they would ever admit it. Benny is also my friend. I answered the phone, before grabbing my cami top. “Hey, what’s with all the calls?” “What’s with all the calls, what’s with all the calls,” Megan says. “Your mother blew up mine and Benny’s phone last night, trying to find you. Where the hell are you? What the hell happened? Your mother wouldn’t say s**t as usual, and you better not hide what happened from us anymore.” What do I even say to that? I have never been able to tell them, fearing that they would leave me or not want to be my friends anymore. There was a conversation on the other end of the phone, which I couldn’t quite hear, followed by what sounded like those two arguing over the phone, like normal. But eventually Benny managed to get the phone from Megan. “Are you coming to school? I already suspect I know what is going on, but Olivia, you need to tell us so we can help you. You are our best friend, and that is not going to change ever.” He is right, I might need help. No, I definitely will need help, but I do not want them to get hurt. I have been dealing with this alone for nearly ten years, maybe it is time I reached out to people who would like to help. I sighed, resigned at the fact that it might be time I told them the truth. “Meet me in the school parking lot in fifteen minutes. I will explain everything to you both. It is time you knew because I need to run away from here.” I hung up the phone before they could question me further, as it is really not a conversation to have over the phone. It would be better if I just showed them how bad it truly is. I slipped on my cami top, and then I grabbed my sweater and, with some effort, pulled it on over my top. I brushed my teeth and my long black hair, putting it into a high ponytail, before reapplying my make-up. Then I packed my duffle and headed back to my truck. When I stepped out of the bathroom, heading for my truck, I felt like I was being watched. I looked around, and I could have sworn that the motorbike over there on the main road belonged to c*****e. Daniel Phillips aka c*****e, the biker boy I have had a crush on since forever. Not that I would ever reveal it, because he is the best friend of Mike Evans, the boyfriend of Sarah, miss popularity and the bully I have had since I started high school. That is not the only reason I never said anything to him about how I feel about him; there is another reason. That reason is because he is the son of a Phoenix Knight, which is the local MC. The Phoenix Knights MC are incredibly well known across the country, but around here, they are known for how violent they are, even though they are incredibly charitable and, well, very rich. They are very well known for the charity work they do for the homeless and battered women and children. The police do not touch them, rumor has it they even worked together. There was even this Assistant District Attorney who wanted to take the Knights down, but a week later, this ADA got disbarred due to misconduct. At least that is the public story. Not that anyone believed that to be the true story. But, anyway, I wasn’t allowed to date anyone, much less a boy who is in an MC. I believe Harry would have killed me then. He didn’t even like it when I played games with other boys in the neighborhood growing up. Benny has been my only guy friend, and Harry doesn’t know about him. Not that he would, Harry only pays attention to the grades that I get and nothing else. God forbid I came home with a B grade in any subject at school. The one time I did it was because I was not able to go to school due to a beating he gave me, and what did I get for it was another beating. I sighed, climbing into my truck. Even if it was him, what could I do about it? I will probably get bullied later about it, especially after he tells Mike and then Sarah overhears it. I am going to have a great day today. *Sigh* I only have five minutes to drive to school now, but it would likely only take me three minutes if I speed a little. I turned the engine on and drove to school, wishing that today would be better than what I feared it would be.