Page 15 of Where We Ended
My second let out a sigh and walked ahead of me. I veered to the exit and walked over to the abandoned house that still stood like a relic on the side of the club.
Stepping inside, I inhaled and immediately wanted to tear my fucking lungs out.
Bad idea.
I turned around and walked right back out, slamming the door as I went.
SIX
SILAS
AGE 15
The strap of my duffle snapped the second I stepped off the bus, which felt like a perfect way to end a really shitty month.
The glass door slid shut, and the air brakes released as I walked to the platform and away from the rest of the people dropped here in Pyle, Virginia. Forever a running joke with my stupid half-brother whenever I was forced to see him.
Look who came in from that Pyle of shit.
Alec was a cocksucker who needed a swift punch to the jaw.
“Silas.”
I lifted my head in the direction of the parking lot and saw my mom there, waving at me. I looked down at the broken-up cement along the curb as I made my way over. I hated seeing her this soon after getting back from Fable’s. I usually wanted to walk back to the clubhouse, so I had time to shed the slimy invisible film that seemed to coat my skin from all the fucked-up shit he’d had me do.
My mom’s dark hair was swept up into a ponytail, dark sunglasses framed her face and…shit. She was wearing a new property patch.
I tossed my bag into the back of the open Jeep. It was July, so the top and sides were all removed. She gave me a tiny smile, the smallest one I’d ever seen, and I hated that each time I got back, and the older I became, it seemed like those smiles became less frequent and significantly smaller.
Her hand came to my hair, brushing it to the side. “You look older.”
“It’s only been a month.”
She removed her hand and let out a sigh. “Still look older.”
I moved around the hood of the Jeep and settled into the passenger seat. She let out a sigh and took her place behind the wheel. “Wanna practice your driving?”
Shaking my head, I stared out at the dying weeds in the field next to us. I hated this town. I hated this fucking broken down bus stop and the fact that my mom was still living with the Death Raiders. I wanted her to leave them, to leave everything and take me and Caelum with her. I wanted to get the fuck away from motorcycles clubs…I wanted to get away from death.
Mom started the car and reversed from the spot, heaving a sigh.
“You gonna tell me what happened this time?”
I scoffed, shaking my head. “You gonna tell me who you’re patched to now?”
Her being patched to a member was dangerous for me, for Natty…for her. There were no members of the Death Raiders that I trusted with my mother. But she always had someone asking after her, trying to date her, kiss her…fuck her. She knew how to defend herself, so no one ever hurt her, but I wished she’d just stay single.
“Dempsey.”
My head swung around. “You’re patched to a captain in the club?”
She kept her eyes on the road, didn’t even spare me a glance. “Yes, Son. I am.”
Fuck.
My anger was simmering, already boiling at the surface, and I just couldn’t see her go through this again. Not after everything she had done to get us away from the Destroyers.
I kicked the dash and screamed at her. “Did you learn nothing from being with Fable?”