Daughter of Anarchy ON HOLD

every time i tried to open my eyes the light hit me like a gunshot, it didn't feel like i drank two bottles of whiskey, it felt like someone broke the bottles on my head and just stick all the broken glass in my head.
“why does my arm hurt?” when i heard this low voices i almost fell out of bed from fright. the rough edge sounded more like a razor blade now. “Andy what are you doing in my bed?” i honesty can’t even remember how i got to bed in the first place. “i’m in your bed?”
“it feels like my bed”
“Raven?”
“Andy?”
“why does my arm hurts?”
“i don’t know” i turned around to look at him, and he looked back with this tiny eyes, trying to keep them open while the light was killing us both. i raised myself a little so i could look at his arm, and say immediately what was the reason behind the pain. “you got tattooed” i said surprised.
“what?”
“ay, it’s a koala, dressed like you” i smiled, on his left arm was a fresh tattoo of a koala, in a leather jacked drinking a bottle of whiskey. “its so cute” i smiled a little while saying this.
“i really don’t remember that”
“me neither”
“whats the last thing you remember” he asked while he tried to run his hand through his way to messy hair
“i don’t know, we where in the bar, i don't know” i hated it when this happend.
“that one is new as well, isn't it?” he took my hand and we looked at the word outlaw written on the side of my hand. who the hell did that?
“RAVEN!” the most awful noise of Jinxx his voice came from the living room.
“NO!” i yelled back, holing my head trying to keep it up.
“I SWEAR TO GOD PICK UP THAT FACKING PHONE!” with raised eyebrow i listened if i heard a phone, and was surprised when i heard it very softly coming from the bathroom. with pain everywhere i forced myself out of bed and got my phone to look who was calling me.
“hey Dadaudh”
“can you please just tell me why you called me at 4 AM so i could spell out the word outlaw?”
“i don't know” without problem i switched to gaelic, the language my father and me always spoke to each other.
“Branan?”
“we were kinda drunk”
“but why outlaw”
“well, i got a tattoo of it on my hand now, so i think thats why”
“really”
“owh, and ashley has it really large above his belly button, like really large” i laughed when i saw my brother, passed out on the kitchen table
“you two are idiots”
“you have a tattoo of a dollar bill”
“is that Chibs?” Ashley didn't even had his eyes open, and i was kinda surprised he could even make a sound.
“yes”
“HI CHIBS!” he yelled and i heard my father laugh at the other side of the line.
“idiot” he mumbled and i agreed with him.
“so you got outlaw tattooed on your hand” i could hear that sarcastic tone in my dads voice.
“positive”
“right, anyway, happy birthday love” i smiled while i mumbled thank you into the phone, besides ashley my father was my one weak spot, one of the few people that made me vulnerable. “did you got my present?”
“yeah, i love them” i said as i walked into the kitchen and saw the shoes, i probably kicked them out as soon as we got home. and to find CC laying face down hugging my camera… careful i took the camera away from him while he made a funny sound en turned around to return into his hangover coma. there was a reason i nicknamed him Coma, basically because it sounded awesome with Christian, but also because he shared my talent of drinking, we both basically just kept going, until we collapse. and in the case of CC when that finally happend he went into this deep alcohol coma. “dad i need to go, love you” i said and without waiting for his goodbye i hang up and trow my phone on the kitchen counter. “i hate it when you speak gaelic when i’m hungover” Ashley said while he poured as much water in his mouth as possible. “i think we found our drummer” Ashley smiled while looking at passed out CC. i think CC was the first guy Ashley ever met outside the MC that could party harder than him. “is there any food?” Ashley asked while i was going trough the pictures of last night. “don’t know” i mumbled,
photos of the bar,
of me and Ashley,
me dancing with Andy,
me over Ashley’s shoulder walking away from Andy,
me on Ashley’s back in the streets.
CC jumping around.
Jinxx pulling at the door of a closed tattoo shop,
me tattooing the guys
Ashley tattooing me
Ashley passed out on the cough
like 400 selfies from CC and whoever he could get that crazy, most of the time me
and me and Andy, kissing.

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