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PROLOGUE
Kennedy – Age Seventeen
I flinch as loud noises echo underneath my door, mixing with smoke and my mother's moans.
I'm trying to study while my parents are currently having a party, and when I say parents, I mostly mean my mother, and when I say party, I mean a gang bang. Nearly every night since I was roughly five, she has had men and women over, who will screw her in front of my father, who just sits in his chair, staring at the TV with a drink in his hand.
When Momma went to college, she had her dreams set. She wanted to be a nurse, and nothing was getting in her way, including her family. She and my grandparents disowned her brother after he chose the local motorcycle club. She thought she was better than him, than the MC, while my grandparents hated that their son chose the route he did in life, and decided to focus on Momma, making her behavior toward her brother worse.
She was a good Christian girl with a big ego, but then her friends forced her to tag along to a party where she met my father.
According to my Aunt Shelly, who was married to my uncle, my father entranced my momma. My grandparents loved him and the façade he put on, and her bitchier side got bitchier. She thought she had it all and was unstoppable, until after she and Dad married. She lost all of her so-called friends when she instantly fell pregnant with me, and Dad changed. He didn't pay any attention to her, which angered her. Her anger got worse when he lost his high-paying job for sexually assaulting a man. Momma cheated, trying to punish him, knowing divorce was not an option with some of the beliefs she still held, but when that didn't work, when he didn't even bat an eyelash at her gloating, she did it in front of him, and again, nothing.
My mother became a whore, trying to make my father jealous, while he turned into a mean old drunk, both only paying attention to me when they wanted something. For my dad, normally, it's a beer run, despite my being underage. My mother, on the other hand, expects me to help pay the bills or I get punished. I work in the evenings and give her most of my money, which isn't much. I'm a waitress, and I don’t get much in tips. Heck, I don't even have a car yet, but she’s still expected the unexpected from me for as long as I can remember.
In her words, ‘she gave me life.’
Another moan echoes through my room, and I shake my head, hating that I still live at home. I only have a year left, and then I'll head to college. Aunt Shelly spoke to me and explained that my uncle left me some money for my room and board, knowing I'm a shoo-in for a scholarship at the top of my class, so I won't have to live at home and commute, which my parents are don’t know.
I dread the day they find out.
When my phone pings, I pick it up off my books and smile at the photo of some of the MC boys that Lola, my best friend, has just sent me. They are all goofing around in the club's garden, but I notice a green-eyed boy missing, and my heart cracks.
Is he with a girl?
I shake my head, trying to ignore the heartbreak I have no right to feel, and look over the photo. Growing up, Momma engrained in me that I was to have no contact with her brother and his family, meaning the MC. She hated that he had it all, while she got left with nothing after her parents disowned her; apparently, a video of her being screwed by three men was played during church, and they walked away from her. She wanted to blame someone for her own downfall, and my uncle got the brunt of it, despite them having no contact. I guess she didn't count on Lola latching onto me, and thankfully, I got to know an amazing man, my uncle, before we lost him. Seven and a half years ago, my uncle was diagnosed with a brain tumor, and was told he had roughly five years left to live. Momma cheered and said it was karma, like the mean old witch she is.
Uncle Chris died two years ago, and it was hard. He became the parent I wished I had while his wife, Aunt Shelly, was a momma to me and still is to this day, despite drowning in her own grief.
Growing up, my aunt and uncle ensured their son Alex was in the same school as me, even if it was for only a few months, since he was older. They connected with me, ensuring I knew who they were, and I learned not to say a word to my parents. In doing so, I got to have a family and a safe place. If things got too hard here, I'd end up in Alex's room at the club or Aunt Shelly's. Theodore, who now goes by Sniper, and Lola are my best friends, while Alex, who now goes by Breaker, isn't just my cousin, he's also my brother by heart. And I know losing his dad was hard on him, but he's always ensured I was okay, even after Crow, Lola's dad, had taken him away for a few days.
Only a select few know who I am to Alex; Uncle Chris had told the men on the club's council—a group of brothers with bigger roles—when I was born. No one else knows, not even Lola. We don't want it getting back to Momma.
I just want to keep the peace. Uncle Chris understood what his sister was like; she'd make my life hell, and he knew it. If he had his way, I would have lived with his family, but Momma would have fought and tried to stir up trouble for the club.
I’m not worth that—not that I ever said that to him.
I smile at the photo, wishing I was there instead of studying. Still, Momma grounded me when I couldn't afford to pay the gas bill, and to be honest, that's a lot better than her showing up in class to scream at me like she tried to last month. I'd just left the bathroom when I spotted her, and she lit into me in the hallway instead of my classroom. Or last week when I didn’t clean the kitchen, and she locked me in the closet for the night.
"Oh, fuck yes, that's it, fuck my ass harder!"Momma screams.
I wince, dropping my phone. This crap is getting old, and the sooner I graduate, the better, though after college, I'll be returning here, unfortunately. I do have the means to get my own place, but if I don't return, then Momma will cause problems, and I don't need or want that. I just want to live my life, and unless I'm willing to leave the state, I won't be able to stay in my own place; she'll pop up like an unwanted weed every chance she gets. Aunt Shelly is trying to convince me to use the trust from my grandparents, but I know I can't; if momma finds out about it, I'm screwed.
I've spent my whole life with her constantly berating me and putting me down. She's taken great pains to remind me how I ruined her life by being born. The woman is a witch and would do everything in her power to take the money I was given. Harry and Leanne, my momma's parents, hated how their daughter turned out, and felt guilty about not being there for Uncle Chris. They didn't go to the funeral but had apparently contacted Aunt Shelly. They apologized for the hurt they caused, regretting their actions, especially after how Momma had turned out, and left a trust for myself and Alex in Aunt Shelly's control.
The money is currently sitting untouched in a savings account. Honestly, I will probably donate it. I want to look into a bunch of different charities, and hopefully, I'll find one close to my heart.
I don't want the money but I don't want my mother to have it, and Alex doesn't even want his. However, he did mention leaving it in a savings account so it can be built for any children he may have.
Shaking my head, I grab my pen, look down at the MacBeth quote, and try to decipher what it means when I suddenly hear my mother shout my name.
“Kennedy!”
I flinch. I hate when she wants to see me when people are over. They ogle me and make me so flipping uncomfortable.
She shouts my name again, and I sigh, dropping my pen, and head down the bungalow hallway. I ignore the smoke stains on the cream walls and the stained carpet, following the sounds of laughter. When I enter the living area, I wince. Two women are making out on the old tatty couch, while a guy sucks on my mother's breast.
That's just what a daughter wants to see.
