I found a town; I did not think that he would ever find me. I had been able to hide money from my job, from him and had enough to buy a small one—bedroom house. I did not live in the town but at the edge of town.

I noticed that there was a big building with a house across the road from me with a gate around it. I was painting the front of the house when I saw a motorcycle ride past. I noticed that he had stopped at the stop sign, and he was looking at me. I looked at him and quickly looked away.

I started shaking so bad, I had to put the paintbrush down. I looked back under my lids and saw he was riding away. I took a breath and let it out. Tammy, I said to myself. You have to stop shaking every time a man looks at you. I continued to paint the front of the house a pretty blue.

I then grabbed the small can of white paint and climbed up the latter and stood paining the trim around the window. I heard more bikes coming down the road. I turned and looked down towards the ground and noticed five bikers looking up at the roof.

I turned and finished painting the trim before slowly backing off the roof to the ladder. As I started to climb down, I grabbed the can and brush and noticed they were still watching me. I ignored them as I put the paint can on the porch and moved the ladder to the side of the house, before going back to the porch. I watched them ride away.

I continued to work on the second—floor windows until they were all painted. I put the ladder in the garage and walked back to the front of the house. I picked up the paint cans and brushes not realizing that I was being watched.

I walked into the house shut and locked the door before going to the kitchen to make me a sandwich and grab a cup of coffee. I then walked into the living room and turned on my tv watching, “law and order” while I ate. I next grabbed the new locks to put on the front and back door. Once that was finished, I felt much safer.

I decided to take a shower and drive to Walmart for food, and cleaning supplies. I grabbed a newspaper before heading home. When I arrived home, I parked in my driveway took the food in the house, shutting and locking the door. I put everything away, and when that was finished it was 9:00 p.m. I lay down watching tv before going to bed.

My name is Beast. I am the VP of the Hell Rider MC. I don’t talk much, and I don’t have an old lady. I was headed back to the club when I saw her painting the house and trim on the windows. She is a tiny thing. About 5’3” tall and can’t weigh more than 98 pounds.

She is thin like she doesn’t get enough to eat. I am drawn to her for some reason. I have never looked this long at a woman before. Who is she and when did she move here? We know everyone that lives in this town. I didn’t even know that the house was for sale. I turned my head and rode to the club.