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

“Let’s talk about poems,” Professor Prescott addresses the class. “Anybody have a favorite from last night’s read?” he prods the class, but everyone is quiet. I forgot to read last night’s assignment. I was too busy eye fucking the teacher’s profile on the campus website. Again


His eyes fall upon mine, and I suck in a tight breath. He’s going to call on me, I can feel it.


“Farrah?” he says my name. Not Harley’s, but mine. My heart flutters in my chest, and my eyes become hooded as we stare at one another longer than acceptable for teacher and student. 


I shrug, twirling my blue pencil along the desktop. Homework, who knew that was really a thing. Maybe he will keep me after and tutor me, but really, we can sit close to each other and get to know one another on a personal level. Stolen glances, soft touches, subtle kisses… sigh.


Chapter 14