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 see.” She writes things down on a notepad, and I feel like I’m being judged.


“Where is Benjamin?” I demand. I can’t take this anymore. I look around me, thinking of running out of here. I didn’t hurt anyone, I shouldn’t be in here.


“Tell me, Farrah, where is your family? Who is Benjamin?”


Closing my eyes, I breathe through her questions. 


“My family is gone. A club adopted me, and Benjamin is, I don’t know… a friend,” I reply with a shaky voice. What is Benji to me? I’ve never had someone ask me that before. He’s… always there for me. He’s like a brother.


“So, you and Harley are different people?” 


My head throbs, my vision funneling in on the stupid doctor in the chair. What does she mean different people. Can she not tell I’m different, that I’m not Harley? Is she not listening? 


“I WANT Benjamin!” I scream, done with these stupid questions. Done with her. 


The lady sighs. “I’ll go get him if it will make you calm down—”


Chapter 16