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The revulsion as he eyed me up and down, his gaze lingering below the waistband of my sweats.
I expected my mom not to react.
She never did when it came to me, or anything about me.
Just introduced them as my new daddy.
But this time, she didn’t do that.
She got that look on her face that told me she was thinking.
And I knew what she was thinking.
I said one word, “No.”
And that night, as the man tried to come into my room... I’d had enough.
I sat with my back pressed to the door as he tried to shove his way in, and when I saw his fingers, I slammed my back into the door.
Hard.
His yelp of pain fueled me.
Age 16
“Good for nothing piece of shit,” she muttered as she took another sip of her whiskey.
I scoffed, “I’m not the one who decided to keep me. That was you.”
“I prayed you were a girl.” She sneered.
I knew what she meant.
She prayed that I was a girl so she could use my body to her advantage.
And that point drove it home that my mother was the lowest of the low.
Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, my mother OD’d two days later.
Foster home-bound for the boy that no one wanted.
And that was the start of how I kept myself guarded.
***
And I stayed guarded as I bounced around for the next two years.
Until a man in the shadows saw me snap a piece of shits neck who had just been pinning a teenage girl to the brick wall in an alley.
I caught that flicker of red from a cigarette and stood strong with the man at my feet as the shadow crept back and a man stepped into the light.
He had short-cropped black hair, a goatee, a black tee, dark jeans, black motorcycle boots, and a leather vest.
I had seen him around town.
Heard the rumblings.
This was the president of the Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club.
