Post by JNS on Jan 31, 2021 4:50:50 GMT -5
Brothers of Mayhem Firestation Clubhouse
Redwood City, California
January 31st, 2021 Early Morning
Maxine Riggs didn’t exactly know what she was doing standing in front of the former fire station turned biker clubhouse, but she knew Victoria was here since the Strader kids’ grandmother had left a mailing address out and about. Victoria had a fraternal twin of the same sex, and that very twin had been calling matches in what was then known as Pioneer Wrestling Association. It was just another betrayal behind Scott Nash Strader’s long list of wrongdoings to his family, his children. Maxine was smart enough to realize that her manager and lover was telling her half-truths, most likely to save his ass. She finally found the courage to bang on the large door knocker hanging centre of the door inside a garage door. From the other side, Tamika Kalis, better known as Tamika Nash Strader, was there getting the clubhouse ready for a Strader family get together, so when she heard the knocking, she went to see who it was. Since John nor Victoria is around, she opened the door to take out the trash herself. Tamika has always been known as the nice one, but even she could be pushed.
“What the hell do you want, Max?” she asked, with a twinge of anger that you could read through her body language.
“Is Vee here?” she asked, ignoring the hate radiating off the PWA owner.
“She isn’t home, and even if she were, I would doubt she would want to see you. So, goodbye,” she replies, but Maxine puts her foot in the door, so Tamika can’t close it. “Get your foot out of the door before I break it,” Tamika says with a snarl. Before she can do what she said she would do, Victoria rides up on her Sportster. She kills the ignition, flipping the kickstand with her left foot. She places the custom helmet on the sissy bar.
“What do you want, Max?” she says with an icy demeanour.
“I have some information I think you all need to hear,” she says with a hint of plea to listen to her.
“Well, talk,” she replies in her icy tone.
“Can I come in and sit down?” but she knows the answer.
“Not a chance; tell my aunt and me what you need to tell us and get the fuck out of here.”
Max sighs and finally agrees with a nod.
“Well, your grandfather told me that you have a fraternal twin, and it’s Cara Townsend,” she says, looking at Tamika and Victoria for their reactions. To her surprise, it didn’t seem like a big shock.
“Yeah, we know,” was all she could muster because seeing Max just reminds her of the scene she saw with Max bent over and Scott behind her.
“Wait, how did you know? Did your grandfather call?”
“No, Cara came to us. You can leave now,” Tamika says, pointing to Max’s rental car.
Victoria walks past Maxine, and her aunt lets her through as she slams the door in her face once her niece is inside.
“Well fuck me,” Max quietly says to herself.
Max walks to her rental car, a black Nissan Maxima, and looks back at the clubhouse one last time before getting in and driving away. On the second floor, Victoria from her room watches the car drive as her Aunt Tamika comes in to check on her.
“I know this is a silly question, but are you ok?” she asks, with a sincerity only Tamika can produce. She gets those qualities from her mother, Lisa Hayes. Rest in peace.
“Honestly? I don’t know. It still hurts. I can see the two of them together, naked, sweaty, and it makes me want to throw up.”
Tamika sighs and sits down on the young Strader’s, embracing her niece in a hug. She scratches the back of her neck gently as the young woman sobs gently into the black JNS t-shirt she ordered from the Project: Honor store.
“Things will get better, I promise. Your grandfather, as much as I love him, he’s the ultimate asshole. He’s been hurting us for a long time. I have wondered if it’s done consciously or subconsciously, but either way, there isn’t an excuse good enough for what he’s done to himself, us, and the family,” Tamika is stoic in her reply because she has been conflicted about her dad for a long time now. She even limited how much her son, Lil’Scottie, could see his namesake, and if you knew this woman personally, the family is everything to her. Meghan and John have their other families, one being her children, one his motorcycle club.
“Honestly, Aunt Tee, I don’t know why it still hurts so much,” her words felt deeper by the visual of her tears. Tamika sat down beside her and put her around her young niece.
“You know kid, that’s kinda the thing about a broken heart. There’s no exact formula for when our hearts ever stop hurting. When we love someone, the body releases endorphins and those happy butterfly feelings. When that suddenly stops, it’s very similar to a drug addict, particularly chemical abusers, and a withdrawal. Humans? We are junkies for love, Vee.”
“Junkies for love,” she replies with a small chuckle, “Well, that’s something, I guess. Need any help with cleaning up?”
Tamika gives her that warm smile she needed as Victoria got up and followed her aunt.
Redwood City, California
January 31st, 2021 Early Morning
Maxine Riggs didn’t exactly know what she was doing standing in front of the former fire station turned biker clubhouse, but she knew Victoria was here since the Strader kids’ grandmother had left a mailing address out and about. Victoria had a fraternal twin of the same sex, and that very twin had been calling matches in what was then known as Pioneer Wrestling Association. It was just another betrayal behind Scott Nash Strader’s long list of wrongdoings to his family, his children. Maxine was smart enough to realize that her manager and lover was telling her half-truths, most likely to save his ass. She finally found the courage to bang on the large door knocker hanging centre of the door inside a garage door. From the other side, Tamika Kalis, better known as Tamika Nash Strader, was there getting the clubhouse ready for a Strader family get together, so when she heard the knocking, she went to see who it was. Since John nor Victoria is around, she opened the door to take out the trash herself. Tamika has always been known as the nice one, but even she could be pushed.
“What the hell do you want, Max?” she asked, with a twinge of anger that you could read through her body language.
“Is Vee here?” she asked, ignoring the hate radiating off the PWA owner.
“She isn’t home, and even if she were, I would doubt she would want to see you. So, goodbye,” she replies, but Maxine puts her foot in the door, so Tamika can’t close it. “Get your foot out of the door before I break it,” Tamika says with a snarl. Before she can do what she said she would do, Victoria rides up on her Sportster. She kills the ignition, flipping the kickstand with her left foot. She places the custom helmet on the sissy bar.
“What do you want, Max?” she says with an icy demeanour.
“I have some information I think you all need to hear,” she says with a hint of plea to listen to her.
“Well, talk,” she replies in her icy tone.
“Can I come in and sit down?” but she knows the answer.
“Not a chance; tell my aunt and me what you need to tell us and get the fuck out of here.”
Max sighs and finally agrees with a nod.
“Well, your grandfather told me that you have a fraternal twin, and it’s Cara Townsend,” she says, looking at Tamika and Victoria for their reactions. To her surprise, it didn’t seem like a big shock.
“Yeah, we know,” was all she could muster because seeing Max just reminds her of the scene she saw with Max bent over and Scott behind her.
“Wait, how did you know? Did your grandfather call?”
“No, Cara came to us. You can leave now,” Tamika says, pointing to Max’s rental car.
Victoria walks past Maxine, and her aunt lets her through as she slams the door in her face once her niece is inside.
“Well fuck me,” Max quietly says to herself.
Max walks to her rental car, a black Nissan Maxima, and looks back at the clubhouse one last time before getting in and driving away. On the second floor, Victoria from her room watches the car drive as her Aunt Tamika comes in to check on her.
“I know this is a silly question, but are you ok?” she asks, with a sincerity only Tamika can produce. She gets those qualities from her mother, Lisa Hayes. Rest in peace.
“Honestly? I don’t know. It still hurts. I can see the two of them together, naked, sweaty, and it makes me want to throw up.”
Tamika sighs and sits down on the young Strader’s, embracing her niece in a hug. She scratches the back of her neck gently as the young woman sobs gently into the black JNS t-shirt she ordered from the Project: Honor store.
“Things will get better, I promise. Your grandfather, as much as I love him, he’s the ultimate asshole. He’s been hurting us for a long time. I have wondered if it’s done consciously or subconsciously, but either way, there isn’t an excuse good enough for what he’s done to himself, us, and the family,” Tamika is stoic in her reply because she has been conflicted about her dad for a long time now. She even limited how much her son, Lil’Scottie, could see his namesake, and if you knew this woman personally, the family is everything to her. Meghan and John have their other families, one being her children, one his motorcycle club.
“Honestly, Aunt Tee, I don’t know why it still hurts so much,” her words felt deeper by the visual of her tears. Tamika sat down beside her and put her around her young niece.
“You know kid, that’s kinda the thing about a broken heart. There’s no exact formula for when our hearts ever stop hurting. When we love someone, the body releases endorphins and those happy butterfly feelings. When that suddenly stops, it’s very similar to a drug addict, particularly chemical abusers, and a withdrawal. Humans? We are junkies for love, Vee.”
“Junkies for love,” she replies with a small chuckle, “Well, that’s something, I guess. Need any help with cleaning up?”
Tamika gives her that warm smile she needed as Victoria got up and followed her aunt.
