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would have left that hell with me no matter
what. No more playing the obedient brother if my Sunshine was still back in
that tent tied to that pole.
Why? My mind screamed at
me. You can ’ t
protect her. My heart was pounding in my chest in
response to what my mind was throwing at me. Yet another person I love that
I can ’ t protect. Love?
FUCK! I
was a worthless piece of shit. Everything that I thought we were building was
gone. Just gone. There was no way Campbell would trust me after I let this
happen. I needed to get Campbell home and then get her to walk the fuck away
from me. I was in too deep and was too fucking needy of her and her light to
ever walk away. I needed her to leave. There were other brothers. Other
brothers? The thought of another brother, let alone another man, touching
Campbell was like a stake to the heart. The thought had me wanting to kick my
own ass. But she needed me to grow a pair and show her how she was better off
without me. She was smart enough that if I acted the part of an asshat she
would not walk, not run, but sprint as fast as she could out of my life.
I needed to stay angry in order to do
this, in order to keep her at arm ’ s
length until she left. I never really knew true anger, even after everything
that happened with my mom and sister, then my fucker-of-a-father, until I saw
Campbell handcuffed to that wooden pole.
My mind was all over the fucking place.
Campbell needed someone stronger than me. She needed someone who could protect
her. Everything Whistler said about me was true. I was weak. I was worthless. I
could not protect the ones I loved. Images of my mother and sister played
across my mind; me tied to a fucking chair as members of Night Demons MC
ravished them over and over again. After the second or third time, the only
sound in the room was my screaming and the grunts of club members who were
pissed at the Soul Reapers ’ Enforcer. I screamed and yelled and cursed
until one of them pistol whipped me, knocking me out. I came to, to find
Whistler standing over my mother ’ s
and sister ’ s bloodied bodies with a bottle of whiskey
in one hand and the bloody knife used against them in the other.
I will never, in my entire life, forget
what happened next. He looked over at me as if I was the cause of all of this,
as if I was the one who had laid waste to our family. Everyone always said I
was a spitting image of my father so I do not know if he was talking to me or
himself that night when he spewed shit in the air that still clung to me this
day. His tirade was endless.
“ You worthless piece of
shit. You did nothing to stop this. You are weak and will always be weak. You
don ’ t
have what it takes. You fucking coward. ”
I stopped listening to him after a
while as I continued to cry. The hatred I felt for him was born that night. He
left me there tied up to that chair as he sought his revenge against the ones
who did this and those that ordered it. It took two days before Prez came to
the house and found what was left of my family.
Years later and many talks with Prez
somewhat convinced me that the thirteen year old me could never have taken on
four Night Demons and that I was lucky I was able to stab one of them with the
kitchen knife I grabbed. But I knew even then that the only justice our family
found was by the hands of my father. Whistler has reminded me of that fact
every chance he could, and now he had even more ammunition to add to his
arsenal of what a worthless piece of shit I was.
I felt Campbell squeeze me again
brining me back to the present as the wind whipped around us. She saw me as her
knight in shining armor. I could see it on her precious face when we were in
the tent and later when I was getting her ready to ride out of there. Yeah
right! The closest fucking thing I had to a white horse was my jet black
0-9 Fat Boy. And a lady had never donned the back of it until now. Evident by
the warm body molded to me. I felt the warmth of her
what. No more playing the obedient brother if my Sunshine was still back in
that tent tied to that pole.
Why? My mind screamed at
me. You can ’ t
protect her. My heart was pounding in my chest in
response to what my mind was throwing at me. Yet another person I love that
I can ’ t protect. Love?
FUCK! I
was a worthless piece of shit. Everything that I thought we were building was
gone. Just gone. There was no way Campbell would trust me after I let this
happen. I needed to get Campbell home and then get her to walk the fuck away
from me. I was in too deep and was too fucking needy of her and her light to
ever walk away. I needed her to leave. There were other brothers. Other
brothers? The thought of another brother, let alone another man, touching
Campbell was like a stake to the heart. The thought had me wanting to kick my
own ass. But she needed me to grow a pair and show her how she was better off
without me. She was smart enough that if I acted the part of an asshat she
would not walk, not run, but sprint as fast as she could out of my life.
I needed to stay angry in order to do
this, in order to keep her at arm ’ s
length until she left. I never really knew true anger, even after everything
that happened with my mom and sister, then my fucker-of-a-father, until I saw
Campbell handcuffed to that wooden pole.
My mind was all over the fucking place.
Campbell needed someone stronger than me. She needed someone who could protect
her. Everything Whistler said about me was true. I was weak. I was worthless. I
could not protect the ones I loved. Images of my mother and sister played
across my mind; me tied to a fucking chair as members of Night Demons MC
ravished them over and over again. After the second or third time, the only
sound in the room was my screaming and the grunts of club members who were
pissed at the Soul Reapers ’ Enforcer. I screamed and yelled and cursed
until one of them pistol whipped me, knocking me out. I came to, to find
Whistler standing over my mother ’ s
and sister ’ s bloodied bodies with a bottle of whiskey
in one hand and the bloody knife used against them in the other.
I will never, in my entire life, forget
what happened next. He looked over at me as if I was the cause of all of this,
as if I was the one who had laid waste to our family. Everyone always said I
was a spitting image of my father so I do not know if he was talking to me or
himself that night when he spewed shit in the air that still clung to me this
day. His tirade was endless.
“ You worthless piece of
shit. You did nothing to stop this. You are weak and will always be weak. You
don ’ t
have what it takes. You fucking coward. ”
I stopped listening to him after a
while as I continued to cry. The hatred I felt for him was born that night. He
left me there tied up to that chair as he sought his revenge against the ones
who did this and those that ordered it. It took two days before Prez came to
the house and found what was left of my family.
Years later and many talks with Prez
somewhat convinced me that the thirteen year old me could never have taken on
four Night Demons and that I was lucky I was able to stab one of them with the
kitchen knife I grabbed. But I knew even then that the only justice our family
found was by the hands of my father. Whistler has reminded me of that fact
every chance he could, and now he had even more ammunition to add to his
arsenal of what a worthless piece of shit I was.
I felt Campbell squeeze me again
brining me back to the present as the wind whipped around us. She saw me as her
knight in shining armor. I could see it on her precious face when we were in
the tent and later when I was getting her ready to ride out of there. Yeah
right! The closest fucking thing I had to a white horse was my jet black
0-9 Fat Boy. And a lady had never donned the back of it until now. Evident by
the warm body molded to me. I felt the warmth of her
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