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

The sentence echoes in my head and my chest tightens. A little girl in a trailer is soaking wet, a hurt expression on her face. My chest burns as I realize it’s Harley. An image that burns in the back of my mind every time someone asks me for a fucking glass of anything. 


My stomach clenches and anger drums in the temples of my head. This is too much. All of it. Him choosing her, seeing them in their home. I shouldn’t be here. 


“I have to go,” I reply quickly, dropping the towel.


“What about your session?” June asks, reaching out to me.


“I just remembered I have something to do.” I toss over my shoulder, not having time to come up with a better lie.


“Let me drive you, it’s pouring,” Professor Prescott insists, coming after me. 


He grabs my shoulder stopping me. God his touch is divine. I hate to love it.


“This way.” He forces my body in the direction of the garage.


Chapter 21