Cry's Of Hell: Book One to the Cry's Of Hell Series

Memories (27)

The graveyard was very still, very quite. I could hear the sounds of birds chirping in the trees as I walked through the hundreds of graves.

I looked around and all of the sudden, I saw the most beautiful person I'd ever seen in my life. It was a blonde woman, she was kneeling over a grave and she was crying, but something about her seemed familiar, like I'd seen her before.

Then when she turned, I realized who it was.

It was the homeless woman.

She looked over toward where I was and she looked away quickly, speed walking away from the grave.

I followed her for a while when suddenly I turned a corner and she was gone. I'd lost her, therefore I turned back around and went back to what I was looking for, when I heard the loud crowing of a crow, who was sitting on a grave which I walked toward and there, I found what I came for

JACKSON NATHANIEL "JAX" TELLER
BELOVED SON
FEARLESS FRIEND
LOVING HUSBAND
DEVOTED FATHER
APRIL 9 1978-DECEMBER 9 2014

I kneeled down and I cried. I cried harder then I've ever cried in my entire life as I put my hand on the top of the grave. The crow flew back just about three graves, and I could feel it's beady black eyes staring at me.

"Jax. Jax baby. If you can hear me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do this. I love you so much, and you mean the world to me. You're the only one who I love. I need you to watch over me and our boy. Make sure that I'm not gonna go down the path that I was on, protecting me from evil. I promise Jax, I'll make you proud," I sniffed, "and if I don't, I'm gonna get buried right here. Right next to you." My hand slowly left the top of the grave and I sat down on my knees and looked up at the sky, "Your Sons are in my blood. I have the mark to prove that I was there. I'll never cover it up because you're the one who influenced me to get it. I have never shown anyone but you that tattoo. I will always be apart of Sons no matter what. I will always be apart of you and the Club your father made. I hope you're up there with Tara, finally happy. I would've never made you as happy as she did. I never would've. Tara, watch over my man. Our man. Please. I'll see you guys soon. I promise. I'll be up there soon."

The crow flew closer, again, it's beady eyes seemed to stare right into my soul as I stood up, and the crow flew away.

When I left the field of graves, I hopped onto my motorcycle and drove all the way back to Nevada City where I waited for dark to arrive and when it did, I drove to a nightclub where I got off my bike and put my hat on, as I saw a small line forming outside of the club.

When they started to let people in, I got in no problem and walked into the sounds of men and women laughing and the smell of strong liquor.

I walked up to the bar where I sat next to man which he only about four inches taller than I was, black as night hair, a strong outside look and a very low voice which I recognized.

"What's your name?" He asked as he looked at me with a charming smile that reminded me of Jax.

"Why don't I get your name first." I said low in my voice.

"Archer."

"Archer?"

"My frame name."

"What's your real name Archer?"

"Ryan."

"Ryan?"

"Yeah, Ryan Ashcraft."

The name sounded familiar, his voice, and his dark brown eyes. I didn't know if I should take off my hat, or what I should do.