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