She's gone. After six years in hell I was finally free. My mom was dead and couldn't scream at me, blame me or control me anymore. She was a pathetic excuse for a mom. Mothers would do anything to help their child blossom, my mom beat me for fun if I didn't give her enough drug money. I'm glad she's gone, overdose is what the police say. It doesn't surprise me though, she was never not high, and she was never sober, if she wasn't high and sober it was rare. I'm sitting in the front row of the funeral bored. There weren't many people here because my mom was a bitch and this small town knew what was going on but never did anything. That's how small towns worked, your personal shit wasn't personal, everyone knows everything about everybody.
The back doors to the funeral home open and I turn and see four muscular guys walk in. They all look similar, blonde hair and hazel eyes. They sit in the back and don't talk to anyone. After the funeral is over I go to leave only to be stopped by my Uncle Ray.
"Sage where are you going, we're heading to the cemetery to bury her, aren't you going?" He asks exasperated.
"Really Ray?! That sack of dead shit doesn't mean anything to me! I'm glad she's dead, you know what she did to me and never did anything to help me!" I yell at him, earning the attention of everyone here.
"She was still your mother have some respect!" He yells at me.
"SHE WAS NEVER MY MOTHER, MY MOTHER DIED WHEN I WAS 11! I WAS WORKING THREE JOBS TO KEEP UP THE AMOUT OF DRUGS SHE WANTED. IF I DIDN'T SHE BEAT ME. I WAS PUT IN A COMA FOR TWO FUCKING WEEKS BECAUSE I HAD BLEEDING IN MY BRAIN. YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT, A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN UNCLE." I scream at him. "AND WHOEVER THE CPS SENT TO GET ME OUT OF HERE CAN SHOVE IT! I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF MYSELF FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER. DON'T YOU DARE TRY AND PATRONIZE ME RAYMOND!"
With that said I walk out the front door and get on my scrap yard motorcycle and speed away, I've built this bike from the ground up, whenever I had money I used it to build om the bike. I glance in the side mirror and see the guys from earlier looking at me. I look back at the road in front of me and keep going.
After six years inhell with Jennifer she was gone, and I was free
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The Nerd And The Biker
Roman d'amourSage Jacie Wright has always been alone. Her dad took off with her brothers when she was 11 and hasn't come back. Her mom went into a state of depresssion but turned to drugs and alcohol. She wants to finish off her senior year without a problem an...
