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Harlee

My dad I don’t want to call hi h to think that just because I cut him out of my life that it means his club doesn’t still put reatest man I knew but then I found out that he cheated on my mom and had other kids besidesto him, the women that is, but that doesn’t ht e, and they didn’t Their e was a façade A lie my father and mother created My mom knew about the other women, said it was part of the life when you were married to an outlaw biker But when she found out about the kids she killed herself I will never forgive him for that

Everything changed thefor my dad I needed some et a job,the fantasy of the perfect father I re to the back office and the door was open, I didn’t think anything about knocking I’d never knocked before, I was the princess here When I walked in, I was in shock There he was, ht was the bestone of the club whores on his leather couch I couldn’t believe it

“What the fuck, daddy!” I screech I grab anything I can getthe items at the couple on the couch “How could you do this? To mom, to me?”

“Princess,” dad pleads as heup his pants in the process

I shudder at the sight, and pull ht me how to shoot I’m almost a better shot than he is, so when he sees me point it at the skank he quicklycoward

She starts screaer, but I don’t care “I’m sorry, I didn’t knoastown knows he’s ht in the chest, and watch the blood drain out of her I don’t feel satisfied though I’m not sure what I feel as her lifeless eyes stare back at me

Movement at my backat the sound of gunfire Of course, they weren’t supposed to let uess he was too busy to be bothered Someone’s head will roll for this but it won’t be mine

“Coun the down” I hear Ash, the club’s enforcer, plead from behind me

“Fuck that” I swing aze lands on my father “I hate you, I hate you so rabs it fro hate you, all of you!”

“Princess, come on Just talk to us, please”

I push past him and storm out of the clubhouse After that I never looked at ain

That was the first and only time I ever killed someone The moment I realized that the kids at school who always bullied s, I wanted to kill my dad even more They were always told they weren’t allowed to say anything to me about our dad They never even spent any time with him either, which made them resentful, hateful bastards who took their frustrations out on me Whenever they would seeorse the next day at school All of this was my dad’s fault I was livid when I found out about his cheating, but the moment I found out about the other kids, I hated hihthi hi hiot worse once mom found out about those kids too; apparently that wasn’t part of the deal she had with dad I didn’t get it What did she think was gonna happen when he kept fucking other wo out led to extreme depression, and I found her in her bathtub, with her wrists slit Losing her was hard I felt as though I had lost both my parents I al he was so upset However, when I had to speak at the gravesite, I looked into his eyes, and very loudly said, ‘Morave instead’ Pain spread over his face in thatat my words I?

??ve never once called hihe should be dead instead of mom His pain made me happy I wanted him to suffer

Now here I am years later, on the road, on my way ho, and now I’ crossfire