Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Today was Tate, Lash, and Nash’s prom night. They all looked so happy, even Murphy who’d been assigned to look after Tate. I was happy, and then sad. I never went to my prom. I was too busy studying to have fun. In that moment, I wanted to go to prom, and then I felt like a bitch.
When I asked Hardy about prom he told me it was for pussies. He’d never be doing any kind of dancing or shit. We didn’t even dance at our wedding. I guess marrying a biker is great in the imagination, not so much in the reality….
I love Hardy. I do. He’s my world, but there are times I wonder what it would be like to have someone different, maybe a banker, or a teacher. Someone who wasn’t so concerned about being a man all the time. Hardy is a man through and through, and I love him. He’s just not approachable at times.
He remembered the conversation, and he’d been more interested in the card game he planned with the brothers that night. The whole prom crap had been a nightmare. He’d not been interested in anyone or anything other than the damn cards. Over the years he’d done what he wanted, and not really cared about anything else. Hardy hadn’t once asked what Rose wanted. He figured she loved him, and wanted the biker lifestyle.
When he came to another entry, Hardy felt sick to his stomach. It was the entry after she caught him cheating.
I guess I’m cursed. I wondered what it would be like to have a different kind of man who wasn’t a biker, and Hardy wanted a different woman. I’m not good enough. He wanted someone else, a club whore. I saw it with my own two eyes.
He’d been absent for a long time, refusing to come home at night. I thought it was space he needed because I couldn’t have kids. No, he’s found my replacement. He wants another woman.
If she came back pregnant he’d probably have traded me in. I’m old news now.
There were smudges on the page where tears had clearly fallen as she wrote. His heart broke for what Rose went through. He’d never wanted to hurt her, and yet over the years, he’d done exactly that, hurting her, breaking her.
What kind of a husband did that?
She’s pregnant.
On one page that was all she wrote.
Those two words held so much pain, and he was the cause. When it came to Rose’s pain, he was always the cause.
He couldn’t handle anymore reading, and so he put the diaries away, and packed everything away.
Climbing out of the attic, he smiled down at Rose as she entered.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“It was great. I’m so tired though. You wouldn’t believe how exhausting kids can be.”
He followed her into the kitchen, and knew he was going to start making some changes. Rose deserved someone much better than he was.
Chapter Seven
“Sally is just through that room. She’s fifteen, and yes, she’s gone from one foster home to another, but give her time. She hasn’t had the best start,” the social worker said.
Lacey was nervous as she stood beside Whizz. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and glanced down at his watch. The longer this trip lasted the better. He didn’t agree with Lash and Angel, but he’d do what they asked.
“Will you stop?” Lacey said, digging him in the ribs.
“What?”
“This is our chance, and you’re going to ruin it. How do you think she’ll feel if she sees you looking at your watch?”
“Fine, fine, I’ll stop.”
He walked into the room the social worker pointed to, and when he opened the door, he stopped. The girl, Sally, was sitting at a table, scribbling in a notebook.
“She’s doing her homework,” the social worker said. “Sally, honey, you’ve got visitors.”
The pen hovered over the page for a split second, and then Sally looked up. Whizz would have taken a step back in that moment. Her brown eyes were filled with so much pain, so much anguish. She knew she wasn’t wanted, that no one wanted her. The wall came down over her eyes as she stared back at them.
“Shall I leave you three alone?” the social worker asked.
Sally’s hand tightened around her pen. Whizz wasn’t wearing his leather cut as he’d not wanted to frighten anyone.
“Will you feel okay with us?” Lacey asked.
“Sure, whatever,” Sally said, glancing down at her work. She slammed the book closed, and he saw it was a math book.
Taking a seat opposite Sally, Whizz lowered himself down into a chair with Lacey by his side.
Sally kept looking at him, but none of them spoke until the social worker left.
“What happened to your face?” she asked.
Whizz smiled. He’d been tortured for hours in getting the scars on his face and body.