ears. So many people have shown up. Bikes line the lanes all the way to the entrance of the cemetery. Dad was a harsh asshole, but always fair and loyal. It’s a combination people don’t forget.
The crowd drifts away, leaving the four of us to say our final goodbyes. How do you do that? Walk away from the only parent you’ve ev er known? I feel like my chest has been cracked open and my hearts pummeled. I want to linger, but I know we have to make one last ride and nothing I do will bring him back. I take a shaky breath and prepare myself to branch out, to walk away with dignity and pride.
Wesson strong. I hear my father’s voice in my head and it almost makes me smile. There’s a little bit of him in Dallas and I, so maybe he won’t ever be totally gone. I glance over at Dallas and my jaw drops. His face is pale and his entire body is shaking. Cora’s holding him around the waist like she thinks he’ll fall apart. Maybe he will. I’ve never seen him so out of it. I meet Rowan’s concerned gaze, unsure how to proceed. Dallas isn’t the type to like a lot of fuss and I don’t want to put him on blast.
“Can you guys give us a few minutes?” Cora whispers.
“Sure, Baby Girl. Take all the time you need,” Ro answers, tugging at my hand. She leads me away from the grave and I hear a choked noise escape from my brother’s throat. Unable to watch him break, I turn my head away and join the group of bikers lined up for one last ride.
Present
Something simply fractured inside him that day and it never mended. Dad’s death remained an oozing wound that no one could get to start healing. He’d unloaded on Cora in front of everyone two days ago. There was a time it would’ve reduced her to tears, but not now. They’d gone at it in an ugly display that’d been broken up by Reaper and Brain. This morning he’d walked in, relinquished his title and went nomad.
I witnessed it with my own eyes and I still can’t help but think, I’m going to wake up from this nightmare any minute. He’d done many stupid things in his life, but leaving Cora like this with Houdini sniffing around her? I want to find out what the story is. Another thing to add to my list of shit to take care of. I close my eyes and place my arm over my face, wishing for sleep.
Blood Stream
Cora
It’s quiet, too quiet. My baby boy is asleep and I’m sitting on the couch, avoiding the empty bedroom. It still smells like him, leather, musk and cologne. My chest cavity aches and my stomach rolls. I’m pretending I’m a rock, but the truth is my soul is crying out for its other half. Anyone would tell you I’ve loved Dallas my whole life, but right now, I think maybe I actually hate him. How could he do this to us? His son won’t buy the lame, he’s on a trip excuse forever. Plus, I have no clue when or if he’s coming back.
The television screen gets wavy and I blink. Don’t you cry over him Cora Curtis. You’re fucking stronger than that. I clench my teeth. I’ve been through far worse than this. I know it logically, but that does nothing to take away the pain. The man I’ve always counted on, up and left without so much as a decent explanation.
I can’t be here, Cora. His words haunt me.
Whe n did being with me, with his family become an option? I rock back and forth, holding in the dam of emotions. If I let myself sink back into that hole again, I may never get out. I’ve spent a year clawing my way back to the world of the living. I won’t return to that ghostly plane of half life. There was a time when the sun rose and set in Dallas’ face. He could do no wrong in my eyes. It was a silly, stupid, blissful time. Then, he made the worst mistake of our lives and everything changed in the blink of an eye.
Past
“Dallas, please don’t go on this run,” I whisper, shifting my weight as he rubs my belly. Two more months to go and we’ll be welcoming baby boy number one into the Wesson fold. True to his
The crowd drifts away, leaving the four of us to say our final goodbyes. How do you do that? Walk away from the only parent you’ve ev er known? I feel like my chest has been cracked open and my hearts pummeled. I want to linger, but I know we have to make one last ride and nothing I do will bring him back. I take a shaky breath and prepare myself to branch out, to walk away with dignity and pride.
Wesson strong. I hear my father’s voice in my head and it almost makes me smile. There’s a little bit of him in Dallas and I, so maybe he won’t ever be totally gone. I glance over at Dallas and my jaw drops. His face is pale and his entire body is shaking. Cora’s holding him around the waist like she thinks he’ll fall apart. Maybe he will. I’ve never seen him so out of it. I meet Rowan’s concerned gaze, unsure how to proceed. Dallas isn’t the type to like a lot of fuss and I don’t want to put him on blast.
“Can you guys give us a few minutes?” Cora whispers.
“Sure, Baby Girl. Take all the time you need,” Ro answers, tugging at my hand. She leads me away from the grave and I hear a choked noise escape from my brother’s throat. Unable to watch him break, I turn my head away and join the group of bikers lined up for one last ride.
Present
Something simply fractured inside him that day and it never mended. Dad’s death remained an oozing wound that no one could get to start healing. He’d unloaded on Cora in front of everyone two days ago. There was a time it would’ve reduced her to tears, but not now. They’d gone at it in an ugly display that’d been broken up by Reaper and Brain. This morning he’d walked in, relinquished his title and went nomad.
I witnessed it with my own eyes and I still can’t help but think, I’m going to wake up from this nightmare any minute. He’d done many stupid things in his life, but leaving Cora like this with Houdini sniffing around her? I want to find out what the story is. Another thing to add to my list of shit to take care of. I close my eyes and place my arm over my face, wishing for sleep.
Blood Stream
Cora
It’s quiet, too quiet. My baby boy is asleep and I’m sitting on the couch, avoiding the empty bedroom. It still smells like him, leather, musk and cologne. My chest cavity aches and my stomach rolls. I’m pretending I’m a rock, but the truth is my soul is crying out for its other half. Anyone would tell you I’ve loved Dallas my whole life, but right now, I think maybe I actually hate him. How could he do this to us? His son won’t buy the lame, he’s on a trip excuse forever. Plus, I have no clue when or if he’s coming back.
The television screen gets wavy and I blink. Don’t you cry over him Cora Curtis. You’re fucking stronger than that. I clench my teeth. I’ve been through far worse than this. I know it logically, but that does nothing to take away the pain. The man I’ve always counted on, up and left without so much as a decent explanation.
I can’t be here, Cora. His words haunt me.
Whe n did being with me, with his family become an option? I rock back and forth, holding in the dam of emotions. If I let myself sink back into that hole again, I may never get out. I’ve spent a year clawing my way back to the world of the living. I won’t return to that ghostly plane of half life. There was a time when the sun rose and set in Dallas’ face. He could do no wrong in my eyes. It was a silly, stupid, blissful time. Then, he made the worst mistake of our lives and everything changed in the blink of an eye.
Past
“Dallas, please don’t go on this run,” I whisper, shifting my weight as he rubs my belly. Two more months to go and we’ll be welcoming baby boy number one into the Wesson fold. True to his
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