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Third, I was going to learn how to cook. And I would work my butt off to be able to afford what I wanted to eat.
Fourth, I didn’t know where my life was headed, but as soon as I saw something that called out to me, I was going to jump on it and hold on to it with both hands.
I’d added a few more promises to myself that very night, but that’s for another time.
And lastly, I vowed to never use a trash bag again.
Only for fucking trash.
Because I would be damned if I would become trash.
Become something that I could be proud of.
Something where I could lay in my very own bed, in my very own home, and go to sleep with a smile on my face knowing that I made it.
Knowing that the shit they tried to give me, pain, violence, drugs, and being poor, I wouldn’t be like that.
That I was going to be something better.
So, therefore, when I had the chance for more, I was going to be greedy.
Being greedy in taking whatever good thing life throws at me.
Those meant clothes, shoes, and an education. Being the new kid and not knowing how to write, didn’t faze me. No, it gave me fuel.
That also meant I had started to really eat and put on weight.
When my health got better, and my body started to recognize the good it was getting, I really grew to new heights.
That also meant when I was sixteen, and saw a girl getting beaten, I’d stepped in.
Uncaring about the consequences.
Just knowing something I’ve never been taught.
That you don’t put your hands on something weaker than you. If you do that, you deserve to be six feet under.
What I didn’t know was that the girl's ass I had saved from having more punches landing on her was the distant, unwanted cousin, but still family, of the current president of a club that was getting a patch over.
They were called Hades Deliverers MC, and they wanted to fall under Wrath MC. The main reason for the patch over was because they didn’t appreciate when their mother charter tried to force them to run drugs. The keyword being tried.
And Storm the president had offered me something I never saw coming.
I thought my life had really started when I prospected for Wrath MC when I was sixteen years old.
I thought that it was the very start of my future.
I furthermore thought that hearing the stories of a few old timers in my eyes brought my dreams of being something more to life.
And I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Oh… so wrong.
When I was eight, I made those promises to myself, one of those being that when I found something I was going to hold onto it with both hands.
But this… I was going to hold on with both hands and wrap my legs around it and hold the fuck on.
They say when your eyes land on the being that holds the other half of your soul, you just know.
