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

Ten minutes into the movie, I grow bored. I glance over my shoulder to the office and find that the blinds are not pulled down all the way. Bending down, I peek under the blinds and see thick hairy legs thrusting in between the milky thick thighs of Nurse Jackie. The desk rocking, and tapping against the stone wall.


I cringe, it’s pretty gross looking. Images in my sedative state will never erase what I just saw.


Jessilynn stands from her chair and climbs on top of the table before walking across the other three like they’re lily pads. 


“What are you doing?” I ask nervously. I look to the office behind us, but Nurse Jackie and Peg are lost in their own world to see what Jessilynn is doing. Reaching the caged TV, she fingers out a pencil sitting next to it and uses the eraser to press buttons on the side of the TV. The Kardashians suddenly appear on the screen. 


Chapter 44