Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 20: Bikers

Chapter 20: Bikers

+ Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the Chapter: Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys)

Thursday at school went by pretty fast, probably because I was so focused on keeping my distance.

I made sure to keep to my side of the hallways, avoiding any chance of crossing paths with her.

And I did it. I didn’t see her once, not even in passing.

Honestly, I think she’s doing the same thing. Every time I glanced around, I could almost feel her presence hovering just out of sight, but she never showed up.

It’s like she’s actively trying to stay out of my way.

And when we did accidentally make eye contact—well, I swear I saw her freeze, like she was caught in the headlights of a car.

It’s almost like she’s stumbling through the whole thing, tripping over her own feet just to get away.

I can tell she’s scared, terrified even. She knows what I could do if I really wanted to.

It’s not like I haven’t made myself clear—those three words, Glynson is gay, could be enough to wreck everything.

She’s scared of me because she knows that if I really pushed, I could destroy her life. I know it. She knows it.

And the truth is, I think she’s afraid of the fact that I know. I know more than she thinks.

But what she does not know, I’m taking it easy on her and not ending her misery quickly.

It will be slow, very slow... I want to enjoy every little step of breaking her.

I kicked my motorcycle into our garage and parked it next to Dad’s car with a satisfying hum.

The engine quieted, but my mind was anything but still.

I went inside, my helmet in hand, and found my family lounging in the living room.

Nancy resting her head of Nick’s shoulder while he was curling one of her braids around his index finger.

My mom was drinking her cup of tea, Dad was reading newspapers and my older brother wasn’t around.

My mom looked up as I walked through the door.

"Hey, how was school?" she asked with a smile, not expecting an answer.

"The usual," I muttered, tossing my helmet on the couch and walking past her, heading upstairs.

"Well, okay then," she called after me, her voice fading as I disappeared up the stairs.

I locked my door behind me and kicked off my shoes.

After a quick shower, I slipped into my pajamas, feeling the weight of the day settling on my shoulders.

As I stretched out on the bed, I noticed the card Daniel had given me earlier, the one for the bikers club.

I stared at it for a long moment. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was hoping for, but maybe it was time to at least try.

Maybe I could find some people who wouldn’t judge me, maybe—

God, who was I kidding? They would probably hate me the second they knew I was a lesbian.

But maybe... just maybe, I could go, check it out. I could handle a little bullying if it came to that.

Honestly, I could probably handle whatever came my way. I wasn’t sure why I suddenly wanted to go, but I figured it was worth a shot.

I tossed the card aside and pulled on some cargo pants, a compression shirt, and my usual combat boots.

Grabbing my gear jacket, I slipped it on and adjusted it, ready for whatever might come next.

As I walked down the stairs, I saw my mom in the living room. She looked up, eyebrows raised as I reached the bottom.

"Where are you off to?" she asked, voice casual like she already had her doubts.

"I’m meeting some friends," I said, my voice low and steady.

The room went dead silent for a second, everyone pausing to look at me as if I’d just claimed the earth was flat.

They all knew I had no friends, and I could tell they were all thinking the same thing: ’Who would want to hang out with Kathrine Andrews? The school’s lesbian.’

I know they are not thinking about it exactly like that, but my mind just made it up this way.

My mom was the first to speak. "Okay then," she said with a half-smile. "Call me if anything happens."

I didn’t argue. "Okay," I said and made my way outside, breathing in the cool air as I put on my helmet.

—

The ride was quick—just a ten-minute drive—and before I knew it, I pulled up to the address on the card.

The place looked exactly how I imagined it: dark and gritty, the kind of place you’d expect a bunch of tough riders to hang out.

Motorcycles were parked everywhere—Harleys, Ninjas, Yamahas, Ducatis and even a few high-end BMWs, Hondas, and a lot more.

It was a dream for any biker, but for me, it was a bit overwhelming and scary.

Scared of being disappointed.

Tons of bikes and just as many people who shared a passion for them. I felt the excitement rise in my chest.

I parked my bike next to a row of others and walked into the club.

The sounds hit me immediately—loud music blasting from speakers, people laughing and shouting, and the clinking of glasses.

There wasn’t even a guard at the door; it seemed like anyone could just waltz in.

Inside, the place was dark, lit only by dim, colorful lights that flickered over groups of people chatting, drinking, and dancing.

The air smelled like smoke and alcohol, and everywhere I looked, there were helmets—on tables, chairs, people’s laps. It was like a sea of chrome and leather.

I walked around, scanning the crowd, trying to soak it all in.

A couple of people caught my eye—a group of men who looked tough as nails, their eyes dark and confident.

Harley riders.

One of the guys looked at me for a moment, sizing me up, nodded at me as if to welcome me before turning back to his friends.

Another group near the back was laughing, their voices loud as they drank from bottles.

Some were dancing, moving with the music, but I kept walking, not sure where I was heading.

That’s when I heard it—my name, clear above the noise. "Kathrine!"

I froze, turning toward the sound. It was Daniel.

He was sitting at one of the tables, holding a soda in his hand with his friends around him, his eyes flashing as he waved me over.

I hesitated for a moment, but then, feeling like I had no choice, I made my way toward him, trying to look more confident than I felt.

As I got closer, I saw him stand up, his smile widening as he made his way toward me.

He reached out his hand, and I barely had time to prepare before I was shaking it.

"Hey, Kathrine, I’m so happy you came," he said, his voice warm.

He is such a nice guy, maybe having him as a friend is not a bad idea.

Daniel motioned to the group behind him. "These are my friends," he said, pointing to the first guy, who was sitting with an easy, laid-back vibe. "This is Ryan," Daniel introduced, and Ryan gave me a simple, friendly wave.

He then pointed to a guy with dark, messy hair who was sitting next to Ryan. "And this is Ethan," he added with a smile.

Ethan gave a quick nod, his eyes scanning me, but he didn’t seem too concerned about making me feel nervous.

Next, Daniel gestured toward the two girls, sitting side by side. "These are Emma and Lily," he said, and the girls both offered me welcoming smiles and looked so excited to have another girl in their group.

Then, Daniel turned to the two guys sitting so close to each other "And this is Brandon," he said, motioning to a guy with short, spiky hair and a playful grin.

"And that’s his boyfriend, Michael," he added, pointing to a guy with a more serious expression but a warm gaze.

I felt a small sense of relief wash over me when he mentioned that Brandon and Michael were dating. It wasn’t just me—there were others at school who were also like me.

I love how they are publically holding hands and sitting so close. They gave me hope of finding this kind of love too.

-

After everyone had introduced themselves and we’d talked a bit about motorcycles, one of the guys, Ryan, turned to me and asked, "So, Kathrine, what do you usually do in your free time? I mean, besides riding bikes, of course."

I shrugged, feeling a bit hesitant, but decided to answer honestly. "I like playing hockey. It’s my favorite thing to do when I’m not riding. I’m the captain of the girls team at our school."

Ryan’s eyes lit up. "Wait, seriously? Oh my god, me too!"

"Really? On girls’ team too?," I said, smiling at how he laughed at my joke.

"I like you, already!" he practically shouted, looking thrilled. "We should practice together some time!"

I couldn’t help but grin, feeling the same excitement bubbling up. "Yeah, we definitely should! That sounds awesome."

One of the girls, Lily, overheard us and jumped up, pulling Emma along with her.

"Alright, enough of this sports talk, it’s time to dance!" She gestured for everyone to get up.

Most of the group got to their feet, heading for the dance floor, but I didn’t feel like joining in. Dancing wasn’t my thing. I decided to stay where I was, sipping my energy drink and watching everyone move to the music.

That’s when Brandon slid closer to me. He lowered his voice, looking concerned. "Hey, Kathrine, we don’t wanna hide it... we’ve all seen the video."

My heart immediately dropped, and I just stared down at my drink, unable to look him in the eye. I didn’t want to hear this. I knew exactly what video he was talking about.

Brendon squeezed my hand gently, his voice soft but firm. "It’s not okay. What they did is not okay. I just wanted you to know that not everyone at school is against you."

"Listen," he continued, "I get it. I’ve been there. People can be homophobic, but you’ve got me and Michael now? You’re not alone in this. We’re in this together."

I looked up at him, feeling a rush of warmth in my chest. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like the odd one out. I didn’t feel like I was the only one who was different. I wasn’t alone.

I smiled, genuinely, for the first time in what felt like forever. "Thank you," I whispered. "That means more than you know."

Brandon gave me a reassuring smile and nodded. "Anytime. You’ve a whole group of people here who’ve got your back."