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Judge Ronald Ramsey, the most despised judged in the land, is notoriously known for being heavy-handed in his sentences. But to me, he’s nothing but a man squeezing every drop of power he can to make himself feel superior to us mere peasants.
I’ve not had the pleasure of standing before him, but I’ve known plenty of people who have, none of which walked away without having to serve some amount of time.
“Is she a junkie?”
Junkies around here are known to shoplift to get their next fix. In my opinion, they’re scum. Weak and untrustworthy. They’ll do anything—and I mean anything—to get their next fix, slithering through the streets like leeches.
“No. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was her first time pinching something. She doesn’t belong here, and keeps to herself. Hell, I haven’t even heard her speak a word until now.” Leaning on the table, she moves the conversation along. “Anyway… How’s Dad?”
“How would I fucking know?” I bark.
The man is a waste of space, time, and breath, and I have no desire to find out how he’s doing. The day our mother left, he turned on us. We were a constant reminder of what he had lost, we were told, as he pummelled us with his fists. Lex and I only had breakfast before school if we stole it from the shop. We only had dinner if we could scavenge enough change to walk down to the local fish and chip shop. He was never a dad to us. In the end, he only kept us around because our child benefit payments helped pay for his drink, and he could claim the social benefits.
“He’s missed the last two visits, and he isn’t answering my calls. I’m worried. I know you have no time for him, but I’m asking you to check in on him, for me.”
“Not gonna happen, Lex.”
She knows better than to ask anything of me where that man is concerned. My sister used to be a timid, sweet girl, until she had to grow up too early and realised the world wasn’t going to protect her, only me, and in turn, herself. But since she’s been locked up, she’s all about trying to build a relationship with him. Me, I wouldn’t even flinch if he dropped dead in front of me. I’d just step over his body and get on with my day.
“Time!” a screw calls out.
“Find out everything you can on that girl Evie Hemingway.”
I don’t like the smirk on her lips as she asks, “Why?”
“Because I fucking asked you to.”
Her laugh disguises the sadness as we say our goodbyes. She’s the only one who gets away with laughing at me. Anyone else would come to regret it in the most lethal manner.
“I’ll see what I can find out. See you in two weeks, big brother.”
“Take care of yourself, Lex.”
“Always do.”
“Come on! Visiting hours are over!” a guard hollers. Getting to my feet, I head out of the prison and light a cigarette the second my feet hit the pavement.
I hate leaving her here. If I could break her out without her having to live a life on the run, I would in a heartbeat by taking out every screw that got in my way without remorse. I get it’s a job to them, a way to provide for their families, and survive this thing called life, but I don’t have to like them.
Collecting my cut from my saddlebag, I slide it over my shoulders. As soon as I do, the sense of belonging washes over me. My life and loyalty are with The Road Wreckers Motorcycle Club, and everyone I cross knows who I am by the patches I wear.
Bringing my motorcycle to life, the roar of the mighty engine gains the attention of everyone heading for their cars, or to the bus stop up the street, and I pull away from the prison.
Chaos, my president, the first man I ever respected and trusted, will be waiting for me, so I head toward the clubhouse. Eastford is a seaside town, small and full of darkness, but it’s home. I ride along the seafront and take in the vast ocean in all its glory, thinking of the beautiful Evie Hemmingway. I want to know what set her off, what words her mother spoke to bring her to tears. I want to know everything about her, and I will find out one way or another.
The prospect manning the gate sees me approaching and slides the metal gate open to let me through. Chaos stands off by the garages and walks over as I park up.
“How was Lexi?”
“She’s fine. Getting on with it.” I keep the stunning Evie to myself and climb off my bike. “She said our old man hasn’t been to see her. You heard anything about him recently?”
I’m not blind. I know Chaos has family watched, even the members who aren’t cared about.
“He got into a scrap the other night down at the Honey Head. As far as I know, he’s still alive and kicking.”
So the useless piece of shit is just ignoring Lexi. Though I’m not surprised, it irks the hell out of me she even bothers with him. She knows better than this. She knows the only person he can be relied upon is the cashier down at the local off licence.
It's fucking pathetic.
Sometimes I wish the drink would just finish him off. End his life so Lexi can bury the past, where it should’ve been left a long time ago. I’ve asked myself several times why I don’t take him out myself, and not once have I come up with an answer. It would make it easier on Lex. She’d even understand why I did it. But a part of me will never give him the satisfaction of showing him how much I hate him. How much he shaped who I am today, and not for the better. He’ll never see my face, hear my voice, or feel my rage upon him. The day he takes his last breath is the day my sister can truly bury him and move forward.
