na's

me to the den where all the exotic bikes were parked.

s smaller, and it bothered me every time I saw it. I've only been her

ed very excited. I wasn't sure if it was because he finally moved up in rank and al

I put in the effort. Shit happ

months. Six

s, ever since the assa

e. Weeks after, and I had become a hovering ghost wit

anted to end it in front of a mirror, I s

disheveled. I reeked of alcohol and sweat. I looked pathetic and I i

hen I have come this far, and

om's killer, I cut my hair with the same knife, then dyed it a dark br

er a casino game, my mom was experiencing the worst unimaginable pain ever. I blame myself

he same biker gang. We still aren't sure if she truly ran away,

die and she was only trying to protect me by suddenly being strict. She a

rs stained the white sheet of pape

contents of the letter, it will fo

s when but anything for my family. Oliver put his hand

would get to do all of that. The biker den wasn't as dark as I thou

s but so far, things were good. My kind of

ster that hurt my family and the many ways I could think about killing him slowly after finding

s but Oliver obviously has

all day and I felt the discomforting shift

d the way they all leaned on their bikes even though O

but there was a hint of darkness all over it. His back was on me as he came out of the ca

in a place like this. The men all maintained their positions with fear glistened on

turned to Oliver to ask why everyone was so

looking at me, or with that cheerfulness in h

e man that handled my interview and recruited me into the biker gang. It was such a r

began to approach us. The minute his f

y throat that certainly wasn't there, and I felt

e, burning my face because

antasies. The only man I thought about every time I touched myself after that incident. He

ddressed the crowd, but I wasn't listening. Th

somewhere deep inside of me, but

uld happen if he