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

Commotion stirs me from the depths of a blurry darkness. My head throbs, my thigh bruised and stiff from all the shots. My stomach coils into a tight knot making me nauseous. I try to move my head to the side so if I puke I won’t drown in it. Though, I don’t even remember the last time I ate. 


I blink rapidly. I know that voice. Is it a dream or reality though? Using my elbows, I try and push myself up, but I’m restrained to the bed.


Stomping echoes through the hallway right outside my room, and I stress my eyes to look down as far as I can.


A small shaking nurse stops in my doorway, she administers our daily medication.  Her makeup is smeared as she cries from a gun barrel pressed to her temple. I run my eyes up the weapon to familiar tattooed arms before finally meeting angry hostile blue eyes.


Chapter 46