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

Standing outside a two-story house with perfect rose bushes placed along the front lawn, a stone walkway lights up from the most expensive lights I’ve ever seen. I watch as Professor Prescott parks his black shiny car inside the left side of the garage. 


Thunder cracks from above and rain pelts into my thin summer dress. It’s cold, the droplets feeling like ice daggers. My nostrils flare watching him, my heart pounding as it cracks and bleeds at my feet.


My chest feels tight like I can’t breathe. This heartbroken feeling is not worth the trouble I went through with this man. I wasted my freedom on him when I could have been with someone else that actually cared about me. Look at this house. It’s family material with its perfect lawn, and perfect street, and perfect neighborhood. 


I was played. The common teacher-student romance just became my reality. 


Forcing myself to move, I head toward the big house. 


Chapter 20