A Rebel In The Roses (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 8) Read Online Free Page A

didn’t know what was going on at the time, I just knew she looked like hell, and I couldn’t believe Paul could be so damn cruel. There were a lot of things I didn’t know about him, and other things I choose to forget.
    I should’ve stood up to him long ago.
    I should have done a lot of things.
    I can’t change the hand I was dealt by life, but I can have a fresh start one day.
    Someday I’ll escape the scars that mark me.
    The scars that haunt me.
    One good thing that comes from being a mute, I don’t have to answer anything I don’t want to. My therapist wants me to learn sign language and do speech therapy, but I don’t have the patience, and it hurts my fingers.
    I’m attempting to grow a beard but it’s patchy as fuck on the left side. The hair won’t grow in certain spots. I look like a crazy methhead and feel like one too. My thoughts are jumbled.
    The door to my room creaks open. I recognize the sound of my mother’s shoes; black heels click on the floor as she approaches me.
    “Patrick sweetie, today’s the day, you’re coming home with me.” She smiles, genuinely happy to take me with her. Her blonde hair whispers against her cheeks. She cut it a few days ago or so she told me. I don’t really pay attention to shit like that.
    I can only nod, afraid to smile, afraid to be happy. Misery is my constant companion.
    She lays a tote bag on the foot of my bed. “I brought you a change of clothes to wear home. I figured you were tired of sweats.”
    Thank You . I write on my board for her to read. It feels good to dress myself without help, even though my hands ache. At least Sunshine seems to have good taste in clothes.
    She gave me a red Harley Davidson t-shirt, dark denim jeans paired with a pair of kick ass riding boots, not that I can ride right now. Not like I have a motorcycle anymore. It was torched. 
    I go to the bathroom to change. Afterwards a nurse enters the room with my discharge instructions. I sign off on my release and pack up what little bit of personal effects I have, a few books and my board.
    In the car, Sunshine tells me the rules of living at the MC’s compound. Basically keep my head down and don’t fuck with anything or anyone. I plan on keeping to myself, so I’m not worried. I just don’t know what to expect when we get to the trailer.
    We stop by the pharmacy to pick up my prescriptions and a few toiletries I will need. A little girl cries when she gets a good look at me, and I stick my poor excuse of a tongue out at her. Now she has something to cry about.
    She goes running to her mom screaming about the scary man.
    Her fat ass mom starts to give me a piece of her mind until she sees what a monster I am herself. She can’t seem to see past my burns, but no one can.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,” the woman says with her hand to her mouth.
    I toss my shit in Sunshine’s buggy and point to the door. She reaches me her keys knowing I need to get out of here.  I’m not ready to face the world just yet.
    I start the car and lay my head back as the radio plays, getting lost in the music, enjoying a moment to just breathe.
    It won’t always be this way, at least it’s the lie I tell myself. If I repeat it enough, maybe it will prove true. I watch the people going on about their daily lives, slaves to society. They have perfect hair, perfect teeth, shiny cars, and expensive jeans.
    I used to be like them.
    Fuck them.
    Fuck society.
    Fuck fitting in.
    Fuck normal.
    It’s all overrated and doesn’t say a Goddamn thing about who any of us really are.
    Minutes later, Sunshine gets in the car. She turns down the music and says to me, “It’s a bad day not a bad life. Hang in there, it will get easier.”
    I swallow and nod as tears threaten to fall.  I turn to the right and stare out the window as we drive down a lonely stretch of highway.
    I crack the window, gasping for air and try not to imagine what might life could have been.
    I can’t change