Taken by Chaos

By: Liberty Parker



My life is full of woulda, shoulda, coulda’s. I am one of the daughters of the Rage Ryders wayward VP, or should I say used to be VP. Sniper, my father, who couldn’t handle the death of his lifelong best friend King. During his reprieve, he’s been voted out and Tic has been voted in as his replacement. My twin sister Kassi and I have been pushed aside our entire lives. Dad couldn’t be bothered with two daughters when he had his protégé. His precious son - Ryder. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my big brother. He’s been the best brother in the world to us. Ryder loves me and Kassi with all his heart and puts his all into the role of big brother. That’s about ninety-nine percent more than I’m used to and we’re having some issues with control. He thinks he needs it with us and we think he needs to back the fuck up and let us live our lives – the way we want to, not the way he wishes, or demands us to.

He’s been watching me and paying more attention to me a lot lately. You see, I’m in love with one of his club brothers. One of his closest friends also. Travler. Just saying his name makes me weak in the knees. I’ve been in love with him since the first time I laid eyes on him. I was home during a holiday break from my boarding school, yea, I was that kid. He looked at me and the world around me stopped moving, like it does in the movies when something important happens and slowly, very slowly, everything else around you is in slow motion, but lately I’ve noticed Travler’s been watching me back. He’s become a shadow to me, becoming one of my best friends and it’s scaring the crap out of me. I’m nervous he’s going to discover I’m not as sweet and innocent as he thinks. He’s been spending a lot of time with me at my home, we share dinner’s and movies every single night. It’s like we’ve known each other our whole lives. The excuse he’s using is that clubhouse living is becoming harder on him with everyone constantly around. He’s always been a stay at home, prop your feet up, and read or watch the tube type of guy. When he’s not working for the club or one of its business’. If, and that’s a big if, my dreams are coming true, and Travler is noticing me, and not that of Ryders little sister. It will be the first thing in a long time to make me feel beautiful and wanted.

I pray that I will be Travler’s. His lover, his confidant and his Ol’ lady. First however, for you to understand mine and Travler’s relationship, I should go back seven very long years. Since just a few weeks ago, I graduated college. It was the year I turned sixteen that that man knocked me down and stole my heart. Dad decided that was a good summer for us to come home for break, instead of taking a summer program our boarding school offered. You know, for those kids whose parents didn’t want them at home. Dealing with the hassle of having kids underfoot was just too much for some. Our dad usually took upon himself making sure we weren’t around. As you can tell, I don’t have the best relationship with my father. Shit, I have no respect for him, who could with a ‘Dad’ who’d rather his daughters be someone else’s responsibility and problem than his own – prime example of someone who isn’t someone I feel deserves any type of respect. Especially when his own daughter or daughters were too much of a headache to raise.

Kassi, my twin sister, and I had just gotten out of the cab at the clubhouse, which brought us from the airport. That’s right you heard me, we didn’t even get a ride home from anyone, family by blood or family by club. Which first and foremost pissed both of us off. Hurting our feelings. Secondly, my question is, when does a club not come and escort family home? We felt special and loved. –NOT!

This was my breaking point where it came to my daddy dearest. My obsession with Travler only continued to grow. I knew obsession with the man would only lead to my heartache, which it did. Hearing from Skylar, whom I remained close to, how he’d become a man whore and loved the club babes did nothing but bruise my ego and self-worth. I realize how much younger I am than him, five years to be exact, it should’ve made sense to me that it was a huge deciding factor for him. But being young and dumb all it did was drive me in another direction I’m not too proud of. I had to prove to myself that I was beautiful and worth the trouble. So, I became a whore, slut or whatever you wanna call it in my own right.