Brei Betzold's Cover Reveal of Painted Lines
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Scout has always wanted to follow in her
family’s business of custom bike building. Being female never stopped her from
getting greasy and slapping on paint with the best of them, and made her work
even harder at opening up her own shop someday.
When an opportunity to win $500,000 dollars in prize money presents itself, Scout and her group of misfit friends sign on the dotted line to be filmed for a reality television show to win it. But like anything in life there’s always a catch to free money.
When nightmares of the past meet dreams of the future, Scout is forced to face her demons, or be quickly over run by the memories. In the midst of her inner turmoil, family will come home, and possibly a life she never expected to have could be within her grasp.
When an opportunity to win $500,000 dollars in prize money presents itself, Scout and her group of misfit friends sign on the dotted line to be filmed for a reality television show to win it. But like anything in life there’s always a catch to free money.
When nightmares of the past meet dreams of the future, Scout is forced to face her demons, or be quickly over run by the memories. In the midst of her inner turmoil, family will come home, and possibly a life she never expected to have could be within her grasp.
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I
walked into the garage and took a deep breath inhaling the familiar scents of
oil, gasoline and oranges. It smelled the same as any other shop I have ever
been in; it smelled like home. I had
grown up in motorcycle shops, garages, and custom paint shops, following my
father around his shop and later my grandpa, Saul, learning the trade as well
as picking one up of my own. Which is
what lead me here, joining a team of misfits to compete for a cash prize we
hoped to win then use to open our own custom bike shop. We didn’t have big plans, just a small shop
that we could perform our own forms of artistry out of, creating one of a kind
motorcycles for people who could afford them.
I looked over at the other three members of my team, one being my best
friend. We both grew up following our fathers around and later my grandpa. The other two were relatively unknown, but
geniuses we had found along the way, kindred spirits in wanting to pursue this
dream with us. We had all come together
and created our own nonconformist family, and now we had finally found a means
to an end, or so we hoped.
I
looked around the shop we would be creating in for the next six weeks, there
were seven stalls one for each team to work in, along with everything we would
need to create works of art that would be required of us. I could build a bike, being taught at a young
age had its advantages, but my particular specialty was paint. Simon, my best friend, could do a bit of
everything including running a shop's business aspect. Kale was an engine expert; he could build or
fix almost anything with moving parts.
Then there was Liam, he was a miracle worker with metal, he could craft
it, mold it in ways I had never seen before.
I hoped that with all of our combined strengths, knowledge, and luck we
would be able to win this competition and then the $500k the winner would
receive.
I
heard shuffling behind me and peeked over my shoulder, I couldn’t help the grin
that spread across my face. In walked a
man who I had known since birth, and still called uncle. He returned my grin and held his arms open
for me, which I instantly ran into.
“Scout,”
he breathed out hugging me tight.
“Uncle
Matt,” I replied.
“What
are you doing here, Seraph?” he asked using the name he had called me for as
long as I can remember.
I
shrugged. “Same as you would be my guess.”
He
finally let me go only to wrap his arm around my shoulder. “Simon,” he said
giving a nod.
“Dad,”
Simon replied.
“So
I take it Saul still refuses to help,” he stated, we both knew he would never
help me; he was of the old school mind set.
If you wanted something bad enough, you went out and made it happen by
yourself so you appreciated it more once you had it. Not that I could find any fault in his logic,
and preferred it this way.
“Yep,”
I replied, “but that’s ok, I would rather do it on my own.”
“Oh
I know that Seraph, you’ve always wanted to do things yourself.”
I
looked over at the other five guys that had walked in with Matt, smiled and
waved at the guys that I had also known a long time, they all returned it as
they passed by me.
“Heard
anything from Cas?” asked Matt.
“Yeah,
yesterday actually.”
“How
is he?”
“Doing
well, ready to come home though.”
“Yeah,
I am sure you’re ready for him to come home.”
I
swallowed and nodded, my brother Cas was currently in Afghanistan on his second
tour with the Marines, and was supposed to be home in a month. I was beyond ready for him to come home,
especially since this would be his last tour; he had decided not to reenlist.
“He
still plans on not reenlisting?”
“Told
him if he did, he had better beg to be sent back over because it would be
better off than having to face me.”
“That’s
my girl, and since he’s smart and knows you, he won’t test you on this.”
“Let’s
hope,” I muttered.
“I
would be more afraid of you, Seraph, even with all his training,” Uncle Matt
chuckled giving me another one armed hug before letting go to look around.
I
looked over at my team and smiled, they all looked a little shell shocked
looking around at who all was there, and I couldn’t blame them. Other than Simon, my team was newer and
didn’t know Matt and his team well, only their reputation, which was well
earned. I knew that we could beat them.
They tended to stick to the old school ways, where we tended to pull inspiration
from everything.
We
continued to stand around and talk amongst ourselves as we watched more groups
of competitors walk in, most of which I knew personally or knew of. I noticed
Uncle Matt staying near our group, as if to protect me, who knew from what, as
far as I knew he wouldn’t be competing with us.
He would never lower himself to competing for money on a television
show, plus, in all reality he didn’t need the money like most of us did.
I
noticed a lot of the known shops were here only with the not as well-known
builders being the ones to show up. I
could understand that, wanting to make a name for yourself outside of the shop
you worked for; this would be the way to go about it. As we stood around waiting for everyone to
show up, I said hellos, and listened to how everyone’s families were
doing. All the while checking out the
competition and meeting those I didn’t already know, with one team still not
here, we were called into a meeting with the production crew. We were quickly brought into a group and
began listening to the rules, the way it all worked, and all the other info we
had already been told.
I
looked around wondering who the last team was. Simon elbowed me in the ribs
causing me to look up and finding the producer of the show staring at me. I decided to focus up front and look around
when we were finally finished.
Two
hours later, we were finally released after signing all the contracts, agreeing
to the rules again, and listening to more people who I didn’t really care about
talk. They still weren’t telling us who
the judges would be, which was fine with me, wasn’t really worried about it at
this point. My largest concern was
getting to the hotel so I could shower and sleep since I had been awake for
over twenty-four hours at this point. I
made my way to my brand new Ducati Diavel Dark, bought for me by my older
brother Cas for my twenty-first birthday.
I loved it, though while I loved this bike and its speed, I still
preferred my 2009 Sportster Iron 883, that Saul, my grandfather, bought me for
my eighteenth birthday. I was ready for
my Harley to be delivered to the house we were renting while in Sturgis,
Wyoming for the competition then the bike rally that was in two months.
I
hated motels but I could handle one night in the hotel then we would be moving
to our rental, but I was not looking forward to living with three guys. I had lived with Simon, Kale and Liam before,
and knew for a fact that they are all slobs. I don’t think it was something
Simon’s wife would ever break him of.
Though I was looking forward to his wife, Cameron, coming soon with
their infant son. I missed them both, and I am sure it would help Simon’s mood
once they got here as well. I was
reaching for my helmet when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me, I
glanced over my shoulder and found my Uncle Matt watching me.
“What’s
up?”
“Want
to go get some dinner?”
“No,
not really, I want a hot shower and some sleep.”
“Come
on, Seraph, let's go get a burger,” he wheedled.
“Uncle
Matt, I am tired, I just got here before we had to meet up for this, now all I
want to do is check in and get some sleep.”
He
nodded rubbing his hand against his beard that was greyer than the red I was
used to. “Come on, Scout, get some food with me.”
I
sighed, he wasn’t going to let this go. “Fine, but let’s make it quick.”
“Ok,
follow me?”
I
nodded and grabbed my helmet, pulled my hair up and tucked it in. Once my helmet was on, I swung my leg over
and started my bike, its low purr vibrating throughout my body. Damn, I loved
this bike. I followed Matt out of the
parking lot and through the city streets, pacing myself with him and his
chopper.
Once
we pulled up in front of the Easyriders Saloon, I pulled up beside him turning
off the bike and taking off my helmet.
“So
where’d ya get that?” he asked gesturing to the bike.
I
smiled. “Cas got her for me for my birthday.”
“What’d
ya name her?”
“Angel,”
I replied smiling over at him I stroked her tank affectionately I had plans for
her.
“She’s
all stock?”
I
nodded. “Yeah, she’s stock, haven’t had her long.”
He
shook his head mumbling something, probably something derogatory about my bike,
damn old school bikers. We walked
towards the restaurant in companionable silence I knew he wanted to talk to me
about something, but wouldn’t get around to it until he was damn good and
ready.
After
we were seated and looking over menus, I couldn’t stand the quiet anymore. I
was either going to fall asleep where I sat or throw something at him. I was currently leaning towards sleep. I really
needed to sleep, and I had ridden through non-stop from San Diego to here. Cas and I shared a townhouse in San Diego,
since he was hardly home it was more my house that he paid half the rent on. It
worked out well for us since it gave me my privacy as well as a place for Cas
to crash when he was in the states. Though I think the main reason he had
wanted me to move into the townhouse is he wanted to make sure I was someplace
safe. My eyes were doing the slow blink,
like they weren’t sure if they would have the energy to reopen the next time,
so when someone cleared their throat beside me I nearly jumped from the booth.
I
glanced up and found an irritated looking waitress snapping her gum my
direction, I looked over at Matt and found him looking at me expectantly.
“What?”
“Your
drink order, ma'am?” she asked sounding annoyed.
I
cleared my throat and ordered a cup of coffee. I desperately needed the
caffeine. When I looked over at Matt it
was to find him smirking at me, that all-knowing smirk of his that used to get
me to fess up to whatever I had done, and he never had to say a thing.
“What?”
I grumbled.
“How
long since you last slept?”
I
squinted in his direction doing the math. “Thirty-six hours or so I think.”
He
shook his head at me. “Why?”
“Had
things to do before coming here, then there was the ride up,” I responded
around a yawn.
“What
was so important you couldn’t sleep, Seraph?”
“Had
to get things ready for Cam to drive up, get things done around the house for
when Cas comes home, and then a couple of things at the shop I’ve been working
on,” I said giving the waitress a grateful smile when she plunked the coffee
cup down in front of me. I took a big
drink of the hot coffee scalding the inside of my mouth, it burned, but the
pain helped wake me up some.
I
waved her off after Matt ordered his food, not really in the mood for
food. Just really wanting to find out
why Matt had asked me to come out with him instead of letting me go to bed.
“When’s
Cas coming home?”
“Next
month, then he’s taking leave and then it will be time for his reenlistment.”
“What’s
he going to do when he gets out?”
“We’ve
talked about him helping me get the shop open then working there, but honestly,
I don’t think he really wants to do.”
Matt
nodded. “Then what does he want to do?’
“I
have no idea and I don’t think he does either.”
“Well,
maybe he will help out until he decides what he does want to do. You two always
did work well together.”
I
shrugged and looked away, we both knew the only reason my dad had taught me
anything was because of Cas, so of course we worked well together.
“So
what did you want, Uncle Matt?”
“Ace
and Lace are competing.”
“Ah,
fuck me,” I muttered gulping down the rest of my coffee and getting up to
leave.
