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

“Because I don’t give a fuck who you think you are or how fucked up you might really be. I love your crazy ass, and I would do anything for you. You’re just too stupid to see that!” He points to his head in anger, his tone rough and furious. “Don’t you see. Farrah, Harley, who the fuck you might be… it’s all you. They are all pieces of you split up to help you cope with shit you can’t do by yourself.”


A tear slides down my cheek, my backside now on fire from where he hit me. 


“You make it sound so simple,” I mutter. Why can’t I just do drugs or become depressed to deal with stress. Why do I have to have these demons taking over my life?


“It is. You just need to figure out when this all started and figure out why Farrah was created to help you cope.” His hands stretched out wide as if the bigger picture lies within his palms.


Chapter 25