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

Opening my eyes to the unfamiliar voice, everything is blurry at first. I feel sick to my stomach and my head throbs. 


“If you don’t eat, those sedatives can make you puke,” the voice comes again. 


Raising my head, I rub at my temples trying to ease the ache.


Wait, my hand is free. I look down, noticing I’m not restrained. Why would they release me so quickly?


“Fuckers are restraining happy around here.” I finally turn toward the female voice, finding Jessilynn sitting in the window seat of my room. Her legs are pressed to her chest, and a lit cigarette dangles between two of her fingers as she stares out the dirty glass. The little bit of sun that shines through casts a glow against her skin. She has the saddest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They look like the depths of the ocean nobody can explore, for they’d never be able to reach the top again if they tried.


Chapter 43