Chapter 2
The next morning, Debby woke up at six a.m. Pete was poking her in the side.
"Come on, bitch!" he hissed. "Get the fuck up. It's time to get movin'. We got a big day ahead of us."
Debby wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat upright in the front seat of the truck. She was startled to discover that Pete's truck was parked in front of a roadside diner. "Let's go!" Pete shouted. "We gotta get some breakfast. I'm hungry as hell." He was already out of the truck and walking toward the front door of the diner.
Debby hurried to catch up. She followed him into the diner. They sat in a booth and he ordered coffee and the "Breakfast Special" -two eggs, hash browns and bacon.
Pete was real quiet, so Debby was quiet, too. She drank her coffee quickly and hoped that the caffeine would help to wake her up. Her mind was dazed and confused.
All of a sudden, she heard a great rumbling sound outside the diner. Six huge, roaring Harley-Davidson motorcycles pulled up and parked outside the diner. She could see six men climbing off of the monstrous Harleys. They all wore Levi's jackets with the sleeves cut off. On the backs of their jackets, they had the name of their motorcycle gang written in big letters -"THE RATS".
They were a menacing group, and Debby was frightened. She looked at Pete, but he was busy eating his breakfast. He didn't even look up. He wasn't bothered at all.
The six gang members laughed loudly as they swaggered into the cafe.
They took seats on the stools in front of the counter, and ordered six cups of black coffee.
"Well, what do we got here?" said the smallest biker. "Looks like a cute little girlie and her boyfriend."
"Yeah, they look real nice together, don't they, Mousy?"
"Fuckin' A," the small biker replied with a lewd grin. "Maybe we oughta take this little bitch and make her pull a train. What do ya say to that idea, girlie?"
Debby was scared to death. The little guy named Mousy was talking to her. Her heart started pounding and she looked over at Pete, but he just sat calmly, drinking his coffee and paying no attention to the bikers.
"Well, what do you say, bitch!" Mousy rasped as he stood up and walked toward Debby and Pete.
"What should we do?" she said softly to Pete.
"Blow it off," he replied.
Mousy strolled forward and stood right over her. "Hey, bitch!" he shouted. "I just spoke to you. I'm waitin' for an answer. Now!"
"Wh-what should I do, Pete?" she asked anxiously as Mousy grabbed her by the hair.
"You're on your own, sweetheart," Pete muttered as he stood up. I have to go to work.
Good luck, Debby. I'll be seein' you around."
Debby was really worried now. She watched Pete Komisky, the man who had fucked her last night and taken her virginity, as he walked briskly out of the cafe. He had spoken the truth. She really was on her own -now and forever.
"What the fuck's the matter with you, cunt?" said Mousy as he tugged on her soft blonde hair. "Cat got your tongue?"
"N-no," Debby stammered. "I just think it's time for me to leave, that's all."
"Hell, you ain't even finished eatin' your eggs, little darlin'," Mousy said.
He tugged harder on her hair, making her wince with pain. She tried not to cry but she couldn't help it. Tears streaked down her face. She sobbed as quietly as possible.
"I'm not hungry," she said.
"Well, then, let's kick this pop-stand!" Mousy said excitedly. "Let's you and me hit the road, sweetheart. I'm gonna take you for a ride on my motorcycle."
He grabbed a thick swath of her hair and pulled her out of the booth. She had no choice but to follow him. He was pulling hard on her hair and she knew that if she didn't follow him, he would pull her pretty blonde hair out by the roots.
Mousy led her to the cafe door. Still gripping her hair tightly in his little hairy hands, he turned to his five friends and said, "Me and my lady are gonna go for a ride. We'll be seein' you guys back at the clubhouse."
They were halfway out the door when the tallest gang member stood up, pointed his finger at Mousy and shouted". "Hold it!" He carried the air of authority. He was obviously the leader of the gang.
Mousy stopped dead in his tracks. He released his grip on Debby's hair and stood shaking before the leader.
"Sure, King," he said meekly. "Anything you say, man. I was just gonna take the little lady for a ride. That's all. Is that okay, King?"
"No," King replied calmly. He spoke in a soft, mellow tone of voice. "No, it's not okay. I think we should all take a ride. Let's go!"
Everyone instantly obeyed King's command. The bikers wolfed down their coffee and walked swiftly out the door.
King tossed a five-dollar bill on the counter and strolled out the door.
The other five members of the gang were seated upon their choppers, revving their monstrous engines and laughing loudly.
As soon as King appeared, they stopped laughing.
Debby stood next to Mousy, shaking with fear. Where were they going to take her? Would they hurt her? What would they do to her? She was too afraid to speak. She stood next to Mousy and shook with fear.
"The little lady's riding with me," King said authoritatively.
King grabbed Debby's hand and led her to his motorcycle, a purple Harley-Davidson Sportster. Debby glanced at the other five motorcycles and noticed that King's purple Harley was, without a doubt, the most impressive bike of the lot.
With King in the lead, the Rats zoomed down the highway.