Mike McDonald, a Persian Gulf War vet, wakes up from a coma and can't remember his own name. A burning white cauldron of anger boils inside him. Mike's friend and former pastor informs Mike that while he and his wife, Sharon, were on a vacation, riding their Honda Gold Wing, an outlaw motorcycle club known as The Lost Souls ambushed them. The Lost Souls abuse and kill Sharon and leave Mike for dead. Mike recovers from his injuries, regains his memories, and goes to war against The Lost Souls. Using, guns, knives and homemade explosives, Mike attacks not just the LA chapter of The Lost Souls Motorcycle Club, but he also takes on their chapters in Las Vegas, Utah, and Idaho. In Green River, Wyoming, Mike hooks up with a friendly motorcycle club known as The Green River Boys and they help him with his war against The Lost Souls. The final battle takes place at a secluded cabin at the end of a lonely mountain road, known as Thunder Road.
Have you ever been in love with your best friend? Well, I certainly have. I'm the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. The girl who is an illegitimate child. The girl who is a bastard child. In other words, my mom was a club bunny. The girl who could be anyone's child. When I was just a few months old, she left her old life and started a new one in a new town. My mother met an incredible man. A biker. He had his own son who was a little over a year old. We grew up like siblings. He was my father in my eyes. Events happened that made me leave town at 17. I never thought I would come back to this town after I left almost 6 years ago. But, here I am with my almost 5 year old daughter and son. I thought I could hide the truth. I thought he would never find out. But, hey! When you're in a small town, people talk. And so they did. My son is a spitting image of their father. So, when he came barging through my bar and walking out the back door towards my house. I couldn't hide it anymore. Our children were out in the yard playing for fuck's sake.
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"They're mine aren't they?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"He fucking looks like me McKenzie!"
"I..."
Tears began to fall from my eyes like the raining falling out the sky. There's no point in lying and trying to hide it anymore.
"Were you ever going to tell me?"
"No."
He turned on his heels and stormed off towards his Harley FXDR 114. He never looked back. And I never blamed him. How could I? I destroyed the man I loved since we were children once again. I slumped to the ground in defeat. Tears falling freely down my face. I felt little hands wipe my tears on my stained cheeks.
"It's okay mommy. I caught your raindrops."
Started: 9/21/22
Finished: 12/1/22
Edited: 5/21/23-5/22/23