Night terrors

~ GAVIN ~We did everything to make money — drug pushing, loan sharking, smuggling weapons, securing local businesses for a fee they paid willingly or not, debt collection and of course, if you had someone you wanted singing with the angels, we handled that. We had fun too. Biking was a big part of the club culture because we were, of course, bikers. We had crazy racing nights that somehow always ended in fights as if to remind us what we were. I found it all exciting; the adventures, the chaos, the drama. But what I loved most was the brotherhood. We were not good men by any standards, but we rode hard for anyone who wore the patch. In just a year, I rose from prospect to respected patch member. By my second year when the club president was killed by his lover ironically named Delilah, other members nominated me to be the next president, alongside a guy called Bruise. Bruise had been second in command to the last president and was annoyed that the presidency didn’t automaticall

Mission accomplished

~ GAVIN ~His voice dropped several notches. “Really?”I nodded solemnly. “I did a lot of things in the club, Eddy. Some were… brutal. Gore. I think it’s the gore that triggers the night terrors.My mind fixates on those things whenever I speak with a patch member — or even step onto the club grounds. Sometimes all it takes is hearing the name Devil’s Machete and I would get a terror that night and many nights after.”Edward went still but I could tell from the way his shoulders rose and fell that his heart was racing. He blinked fast — too fast — and for a second, I feared he might cry. My sweet brother. Too bad it was all for a lie. Or was it?Truth and lies had never meant much to me. The way I saw it, every word I spoke fell into one of two categories; the ones that got me what I wanted — and the ones that didn’t.I only uttered the words that did. Those were my truth. They say the truth sets you free. I say the truth is whatever sets you free. So even though I’d not had any

Did you do it, Sienna?

~ SIENNA ~It’s been three days of asking myself if this was what depression felt like — and wondering why it waited for me to be away from my best friend and support system before it pulled me into its depths. The only words my parents had spoken to me since the disastrous breakfast were to invite me to the exclusive gala their company was hosting to celebrate thirty years of hospitality. No, it wasn’t an invitation. It wasn’t even a request. It was a directive. There would be a gala and I would be attending with them. I wondered why my presence was so important that they broke out of their silent treatment to share the information with me. But I knew — my parents never missed an opportunity to display their achievements. And I was one of them. Not in their ideal form but I guessed this would do for now. The gala was happening tomorrow and I had no idea how I was supposed to attend with them when they still walked past me like I was air. The part of me that is used to pining

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Night terrors

Mission accomplished

Did you do it, Sienna?