My life , My story, MY pain.

Chapter 5

                                        Jack Hinds P.O.V

   FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT MOTHER FUCKER IM AN ASSHOLE FUCKING DICK SHIT JERK DAMNIT FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

fuck can i believe this letter is it a ruse, it better fucking be. who am i kidding i slam my head back and let the letter fall from my fingers as i groan out
                   
                                                '' Fuck me god damnit'' I mutter aloud.

       Suddenly i tune back in to see everyone crowding me and asking or questioning what the fuck was wrong with me i slowly bring my head down and level my eyes with everyone and said in a very fucked up tone

                                       '' We fucked up''

                            MJs P.O.V            

THREE MONTHS LATER
        THURSDAY

       Its been three months since the day i delivered the message and i am in a town a couple of hours away from jacks clubhouse and I have become very amused watching them scramble about looking for something or someone.... Wait there looking for me, hahahah ( cue in evil laugh ).

        I've known they were looking for me but I don't care enough about them to tell them where I am, they have not given me any reason to.
Though some may say that's because of my quick 1 time meet, I never got to know there true intentions. Which may be true but the way I was reacted to was not a cool I can trust these people, it was a get the hell out of Dodge one.

I know it's probably cruel to let them run around like there balls are cut off, but... I don't care. Though I'm going to end there search this Sunday, during Church

Which if you don't know what that is, it's normally the time all fully patched  members get together to vote, plan and the President's to tell everybody what's up.

Well anyways I have to figure things out to have my tomorrow's a lets say meeting planned to the exact second.