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Imessedup,andhe’ll be so mad at me. I was so terrified of dad’s reaction that I hid from him, but that always only made him angrier. Everything did.
“Boy! You get your ass out here right now!” No! I had no choice but to obey him, but he’d hit me, because he always hit me when he was mad.
I crept out of the corner I’d hidden in, and instantly a hand grabbed the back of my clothes and dragged me to my dad. His club brothers were so mean too. Skull was the worst of them. He was dad’s VP, and he liked to trip me up and stuff, when dad wasn’t watching, not that I thought he’d care anyway.
“Boy, what did I tell you about playing near the fucking bikes?” I cowered in front of him, fighting the urge to cover my face, before he could hit me.
“Stand up straight, and be a fucking man!” He yelled, smacking the back of my head. “No son of mine is gonna be a fucking coward!”
“Sorry, sir,” I whispered, trying to lift my head, but avoiding his eyes, because if I met his eyes, he saw that as me being a brat.
“Did you hit Skull’s bike with your ball?” It was his bike? Oh no, oh no no no! Dad was going to kill me, and if he didn’t, Skull would. He’d enjoy it too. I’d heard him saying about how he liked to hurt someone called Carla, that making her cry made him hard. I wasn’t sure why being hard was a good thing, because that sounded like it meant he was meaner. Meaner wasn’t ever a good thing.
“Boy!”
“Yes, sir, I’m sorry. I tried not to hit it, but it bounced.”
He smacked the side of my head hard enough that I fell sideways, landing on my hip with a painful thud. I pressed my hand against the painful area, and fought the tears, because crying wasn’t allowed.Men don’t cry. I’m not a man yet, but dad says I never will be, if I keep crying like a little girl.
“Stop making excuses, and get back up.”
I struggled back to my feet, and stood before him once more.
“Get the fuck out there, and clean that smudge from his bike, and if he’s not satisfied when he’s done, I’ll whup you so hard you won’t sit for a week.” Damn. Even if I did the best job possible, Skull would lie anyway, so dad would beat my ass. There was no way to win, but I nodded rapidly.
“Yes, sir. I promise!”
Present day – Micro
Everythinghurt,literallyeverything.I knew I had broken bones and fractures, and a head injury of some kind, and that was to be expected when you’d leapt from a speeding vehicle, as it crashed down a hillside. Honestly, I thought I’d have been crushed beneath it as it rolled, but believe it or not, I was lucky. Was living ‘lucky’?Apparently. When the pain was at its worst, I genuinely believed surviving was a curse, and not luck.
I tried to move, but fuck, it felt like someone pulling bones out and rebreaking them. How the fuck did I survive that fucking accident?
“Shh, try not to move, just rest. You’re in a really bad way. I really think I should get you to a hospital,” an angel’s voice said, and I gasped, trying to shake my head.
“No… please…” Even croaking out two words hurt like fuck. How the hell could two words hurt like this? I almost felt like I was trapped in a broken body, with barely any way of communicating, outside of blinking my one working eye, and hissing out broken words.
“I still don’t know your name, but I’m worried that I don’t have the skills to help you. I want to at least call a doctor friend of mine, can I do that?” Again I tried shaking my head, but it was agony, and that pain made me pass out again.
Iwokenowandthen, but clearly my body wanted to sleep, maybe to heal, or maybe just to remind me that this was worse than death. I should have died, because there was nothing left for me. No club, no family, no brothers, no woman,nothing. Sure, I found out I had a half sister, but she hated me. Jesus, I came after her like a fucking monster. What if I’d killed her, my own fucking flesh and blood? How did I never know about her?
“He’s awake again.”
“I really think he’s best kept sleeping while his body heals,” a new voice said, a man’s voice, and I didn’t even have the energy, or ability, to react to this stranger in my midst. His voice wasn’t familiar at least, so he probably had no reason to kill me, but why they hadn’t called the police or an ambulance, I had no idea.
“Is that safe? You won’t be around to help me out with him, and he’ll need care I don’t know how to perform.” What the hell was she talking about? The weird thing was this, I hadn’t really seen her face. I had heard her voice, and felt her gentle touch, when she tried patching me up, and soothing me, but I had no idea who she was. Young, old, black, white, she could be anyone. I could just about see out of one eye, but she’d stayed out of sight, and I figured it didn’t matter, because I wasn’t going to make it anyway.
Lissa. I’d dreamed of Lissa, and as weird as it sounded, I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to know her better, and that thought had come from this dream, where we were kids growing up together, playing outside, hanging out at the park… a childhood I’d certainly never had. Growing up as the kid of a biker club president isn’t the norm, but I’d turned out okay. Yeah, sure. I’d only masqueraded as a club member, so I could systematically destroy the club, and kill, attack, and assault the members, and their old ladies. Sure, I grew up just fucking peachy.
“Is he in pain now?” Yes. Yes, I fucking am. Give me something,please.
“I would imagine he’s in a great amount of pain. He’s practically broken beyond repair, but his body will heal, given enough time. Now that we’ve remedied the internal injuries, he will slowly heal.”
They did what? I suddenly realised I had no idea how long I’d slept, or if it had been sleep at all. I had no control over what was happening. No opportunity to make decisions, or prevent anything. They could literally do anything they wanted to me, because I was as fucking vulnerable as a baby right now. There was no way I could fight back if they wanted to hurt me, or kill me. Hell they could harvest my fucking organs, and I’d be completely unable to stop them. Jesus, that’s literally the kind of shit I should be worried about!
“No!” I tried to yell, but it came out as a ragged grunt.
