M.N.Forgy

I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. Half the time I'm out of my mind and feel as if my life isn't even mine. Being diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate description of myself.
Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.
Him.
In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

There's no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.

Free Ride is created by M.N.Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Free Ride

I search behind the old Rat Rod parked behind the garage when I see her behind the large tire. She’s naked, covered in blood, and shivering. 


“Benjamin?” Her chin lifts and her weepy eyes meet mine.


“Why are you hiding? And naked?” On all fours, she crawls to me. Tugging on my shirt, she makes me lower to her level.


“I don’t know what happened, Benji, but I think Daddy did something really bad,” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears again. Squatting to the oil-stained concrete, I notice her clothes piled in the corner. I take my leather jacket off and place it on her shoulders to cover her body.


Chapter 13