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He reminisced about the past as I sipped on my beer thinking I’d heard this conversation one too many times, but only after Grandma told me the truth about how bad things got with Ken, and how she found a man who had showed her kindness.

Never from him.

“Honestly Dad, I don’t give a fuck. I didn’t give up being a doctor to come and listen to you pining about mom and how you left her.”

“Yeah, but I never knew that you were inside of her. Besides, she told me that she was with another. I never knew that she was pregnant.”

He shook his head about my stubbornness and my reluctancy to listen to his story, but I didn’t want to hear it. Not now.

“Well, Melinda two minutes later went and hooked up with another guy. Do you know how much that hurts?”

“But son, you left her. You said that you had found me, but didn’t bother to explain about how things had got with your stepdad. I wish he was alive. So I could fucking kill him.”

A lie I’d told my dad and I realized as I said to him, I’d started to believe it. Even though it wasn’t true.

“He was a coward. He did that himself.”

“I don’t get how you could be so cold. Aren’t you angry? Upset? Traumatized by it all?”

I took a deep breath thinking about the moment I became Scar. My stepdad had taken a bottle while holding me down to cut me. Mom trying to heal my wound and telling me that I can’t go to the police. That we would lose the house and I wouldn’t be financed once in college.

I hated her for it. So many nights the only person I blamed for it all was her.

How could I tell him that?

How could I tell anyone?

My stepdad had started beating her from the time she walked down the aisle with him. His ex had showed up at the wedding warning Mom, and she told her that Ken had been nothing but gentle with her.

Sure, he hadn’t hit her, but gentle was a bit of an exaggeration according to Nan. She tried to talk Mom out of marrying him too. The signs were there before he got physical with her, and even when he did the same thing with me. All she was worried about was protecting him.

“Scar. Are you listening?”

I hadn’t heard a word of what he said, as I realized my mind had flashed back to the past.

“I was calling you, and then it was as if you was distracted.” My Dad’s voice quivered with concern as he moved towards me and touched my shoulder.

My blue eyes met his as the idea of being older and being in good shape.

“I need some fresh air.”

He didn’t try to stop me as I left the garage. He’d built this place, and when I’d found him, I’d modernized it by putting it on social media and involving the MC in the circuits.

It had a complete change around, and everyone here made me feel like I belonged, not just cause of Dad, but I had a sense of purpose.

After Mom died, everyone from her side of the family blamed me including Nan who had told me about Dad and given me the money to travel. She soon changed her mind, once Mom was dead.

Drake you should have called the police.

Didn’t you know what was going on?

You’re so selfish, all you did was worry about your grades.

As soon as mom was buried, I sold the car that I’d bought with the money from working at Taco Bell during the holidays and then I left. There was no turning back. I did call Melinda, but her phone was switched off. I gathered she was pissed, because I hadn’t been in contact with her for days. I wanted to tell her all that had been going on in my life, but somehow the words never came out.

“Her mom told me that she had some new man. I’d been a shit boyfriend and Mel had moved on. So I did what any self-respectable man would do, I moved on!” I barked as I stood at the door ready to leave and get on my bike.

“Son, you never moved on. You’re very much into her.”

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