God's Disciples MC

Chapter 10

Ink's POV

Flashback.....

   "Where the fuck is my food?" my father Chris yells at my mother.

   "I'm sorry, I was just helping Noah get ready for school, I'll get started on it right away" my mother Marissa says.

   He grabs her by the throat and slams her against the wall.

"Why isn't my food ready? I don't give a fuck about that boy, I always come first, Do you understand?" He screams at her.

   He slaps her and she falls to the floor, he then begins to kick her while she's screaming for him to stop. I was six years old at the time, and I'm hiding under the kitchen table watching the scene unfold. This is an everyday occurrence in our house.

   "Stop! Please Stop! You're gonna kill me!" my mother yells at him while he keeps beating her.

   I begin to cry and then I run to my mother trying to protect her.

   "Please don't hurt my mom, hit me instead, just please don't hurt her" I yell at my father.

   "You piece of shit! I've told you many times I will beat her as many times as I want but you never learn your lesson do you Noah? You know what that means, it's the box for you" he tells me.

   "I'm sorry Dad, please don't, you know I'm afraid of the dark."

   He grabs me by the throat and drags me to the basement. He has a big trunk in the basement that he puts me into when I misbehave. He drilled enough holes into it so I can breath, but no light comes in, it's pitch black.

   "You have to learn your lesson Noah, you and that worthless bitch of your mother are the worst thing to ever happen to me. If I feel like beating your mother you stay out of it and keep quiet."

   He then starts choking me, he then slams my back on the wall and then he throws me into the trunk locking it. I scream and cry for him to let me out. I bang and scratch the trunk trying to escape but the only thing that happens is that I draw blood from my finger nails.

   I wasn't always afraid of the dark, it started when I was 5 years old. He began to lock me in this trunk, and I would be so scared that I would pee on myself. Sometimes he would even leave me in there for days without any food or water.

Present....

   I wake up startled and sweating, fuck it's another nightmare. I check my phone and it's three in the morning. Next to my phone is my lamp which I have turned on at night.

   Yeah that's right, a grown ass man sleeping with the light on.

   I don't always have nightmares but when I do, it's always about my childhood. My parents overdosed when I was eleven. The beatings started when I was five and they didn't stop until they both died. I always tried to protect my mother from my father, but she always forgave him when he gave her drugs.

   As I got older the beatings got worse. I tried to fight back when I could, but it wasn't enough. Being locked up in the box traumatized me so much it made me afraid of the dark and scared of being enclosed in small places.

   When I was eleven I was walking home from school, and I found the bodies in the living room floor. I called the police and just waited there next to the bodies until they arrived. It was a drug overdose. Then they put me into the foster care system. I was in the system for three years until I turned fourteen and met Eagle.

   We both got detention for skipping class and we instantly became friends. Eagle's father was the President of the MC God's Disciples and he took me in and treated me as his son, he taught me everything I know. I've never told anyone the whole story about my past and I dont want to. I want to bury it and leave it all behind me.

   But I do appreciate everything I have been given and every lesson I have been taught. Eagle's father, Knuckles is like my old man, and Eagle is like my brother. Even though I have them, I've always felt like something is missing. And that something happens to be in the form of Cassandra, the girl that works at the diner.

   My little ray of hope....