Finding Harley: Renegades MC Story

Chapter 37

Shit.  A sister...I had a sister.

Could this day be any more fucked up than it already is?   What next?

Any chance my dead mother was going to pop up next? Because yeah that would really be the icing on the cake.  

I mean, how many more surprises were in for me today?   Was anyone honest and trustworthy anymore?   Hell did I really know any of these people that claimed to be my friends, my family?   Could I take anyone at face value or were they all lying assholes?   Did anyone really give a shit about me or was I always a second thought?  

Was there on person willing to stand on my side, be there for me? 

For the first time in years I finally open myself up and for what?   Pain?  Heartache?  What was the point?

I mean Axel was the perfect example. Did the man even have feelings for me or was I just a conquest to be won?  What a fucking joke that was.   Why feed me bullshit when he had no intention of following through with it?   Did he not realize how deep his actions cut me, broke me?   For years I waited for a man to unlock the passion in me that I knew was buried deep, only to have it thrown back in my face and my heart destroyed.  

And I was destroyed.  

And then Mac...well Mac would always side with the club and I couldn't fault him on that.   But it still hurt to know the man I had come to see as a brother figure could not, hell would not be there for me, not completely anyway.  

What the hell type of friendship was that?  

What a foreign concept to me, friendship.  God that sounds pathetic.   Other than Nix, I had no other friends and frankly after all the pain I have endured over the last few days I decided it was just best not having any.   I have survived this long on my own, no reason I shouldn't continue my life that way.  It was safer this way, less painful.   Who needed acquaintances who only ended up destroying you?   I was better off without them.

But then why did my heart ache at that thought?

Fuck my brain hurt and it wasn't from the beating it took.   I didn't know how much longer I could go on like this.  How much could one person sustain before they completely broke?   I feared I was close to finding that out.

Now as I stand in the freezing warehouse, my body shaking from the adrenaline charging through me, I watched as the family before me embraced, their love for each other clearly evident and I couldn't help but feel angry and...jealous?

And what kind of sick fuck does that make me?   To be jealous of a father showing love, a father that helped kidnap me with the sole purpose of turning me over to a psychotic bastard who got off on torturing me.  Not once but twice.  

What kind of father did that?   Who needed enemies when you had family like him?

The bastard had the audacity to spend weeks telling me how much I mean to him and a bunch of other bullshit – and for what?   Forming a bond that was completely fabricated?  A joke?  Creating a line of trust only for it to be ripped away in the blink of an eye?  

I stand here watching as he consoled his real family and sharp pains pierce my chest as I take in what love truly looked like.  A love that did not include me.   A love I never had or never would experience.   Pain of what I had lost but was so close to finding.  

I could feel blood dripping down my fingers and my hand tightened around the blade, but that pain went unnoticed.

I guess when your soul, your essence was shattering, no other pain compared.  It was a agony that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, not even Hunter.   No one should experience their soul dying...

"Harley."

Nix's voice resonated through the fog that surrounded me, quickly reaching me.   Grabbing my hand she slowly unclenched my fist and removed the knife that was partially imbedded into my palm.

Weird that
Nix's arm slowly circled my waist. I could feel her body tuning as she surveyed the room.  "Not bad darling, I taught you well."   Her joke got a few chuckles from the crowd I didn't know had formed by the door. 

From the corner of my eye I could see the brothers all alive, some bleeding and beaten, but still alive.   Axel and Mac stood center, shock prevalent on their faces.   I guess the men didn't know what I was capable of.   Doesn't matter now.  

Nothing really mattered now.  

I watched her smile fade as she glanced behind me to take in Hunters withering body.

"Damn, the bastard is still alive.   So you want to tell me what the hell is going on?"  She quietly whispered in my ear.

"Apparently we had a second traitor."   I responded.  

Several guns were pointed at the reunited family while Nix concentrated on me.  Mary and the little girl trembled in Crickets embrace, but he remained impassive, his gun still slightly drawn pointing directly at me. 

My eyes shifted, my focus zoning in on the gun as it slowly lowered.

"Harley, you have to know how sorry I am..."

Sorry.  Did this asshole really think a "Sorry" was going to cover it?   That all his betrayal and deception could be forgiven with just one little word?  Did he really think I was that stupid, that gullible, that one simple word would erase all the agony I was experiencing? 

"FUCK YOU CRICKET!"  I screamed as my hand reacted before I had time to contemplate my actions.  All I knew was that I was tired of feeling pain, that it was someone else's turn.

The knife that was hidden in my other hand released before Nix could stop me, the blade's target wasn't intended to kill, just harm.   To cause pain.

Ear-piercing screams filled the air as the sounds of a gunshot resonated.   Chaos erupted as my world finally went quiet seconds before fading away.