Defying Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 3) by Shelly Morgan Page A
Authors: Shelly Morgan
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breathing even out and her tears dry up. Knowing that she trusts me enough to tell me everything that happened and that I’m allowed to comfort her warms me from the inside out. My heart swells and I finally realize I do love this girl. I’m still not sure if it’s the kind of love that means she’s my soulmate or anything like that. But I do know I love her in the way that I don’t want to be without her, I want to be there for her, and be her friend, her best friend. And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she knows what she means to me. I’ll make her believe that she has me and the club, that we aren’t leaving her, and that we’ll always be there for her, no matter what.
Chapter 8
Harlow
I’m having the same dream I’ve had every night I can remember since I found out that Hendrix was gone.
It starts with us as children—being happy and carefree—then it jumps to the night we left our last foster home. I was so scared, but Hendrix was there to tell me it was all going to be okay. Then it jumps again to the day I left after graduating, but instead of him pushing me to leave, he’s begging to go with me. I just ignore him and pack up my things and walk out the door, all the while he’s crying and yelling that he needs me and that I can’t leave him there. But this time, instead of me getting into my shitty car and driving off like I do every other night in my dream, I stop and turn toward him. I expect to see his tear-stained face, but instead, I see him smile at me.
“It took you long enough,” he says as he takes the few steps toward me so we are standing face-to-face, close enough that I could touch him but I don’t. I’m afraid that if I do or if I say anything, this dream with turn back into my nightmare.
“It’s okay, Harlow. I’m not going anywhere.” He reaches out and touches my face tenderly like he used to.
“But you did. You left me,” I say quietly, still afraid this will all go away—that he’ll leave me again.
“I know, but I’ll always be with you. Right here,” he says and places his hand over my heart. “And right here.” The hand that was on my heart moves to gently brush against my temple.
“It’s not the same.”
“I know.” I need more. I need to know why.
“Why did you do it, Hendrix? Why did you leave me? Didn’t you know I needed you? That I can’t be happy in my life without you? You’re my twin, Hendrix. My other half. I need you,” I say, feeling a single tear falling down my face, but Hendrix catches it before it falls to the ground.
“I know you won’t understand, but I had to go. I was never meant to stay; I see that now. My job was to make sure you were strong enough to be on your own, and I did that. My time was over, but yours is still here. You need to stop living in the past and stop blaming yourself and live. You have people in your life—family—that need you. It’s time to let me go.”
He takes a step back, and I panic. “No. Please don’t leave me. Not yet. I have so many questions, please. I love you, please don’t leave. I need you, Hendrix!” I yell, trying to walk toward him, but I can’t move.
“You’re wrong, Princess. You don’t need me, and that’s okay. I’ll always be with you, but I need to go now. Read the letter I wrote you, it will tell you all you need to know. I love you, sis. Always and forever.”
Then he’s gone. I want to cry, but I can’t, my body won’t let me, so I just stand there and stare at the place where he stood only moments ago. I hate that I feel this calming peace come over my body, but I know that it’s right. What he said was right. I don’t believe some of the things he said, but I know that I need to move on. I’ll always remember him, but I need to live my life and let him live through me. That’s how I can remember him and honor his memory. As much as I don’t want to, I need to let him go.
I open
Chapter 8
Harlow
I’m having the same dream I’ve had every night I can remember since I found out that Hendrix was gone.
It starts with us as children—being happy and carefree—then it jumps to the night we left our last foster home. I was so scared, but Hendrix was there to tell me it was all going to be okay. Then it jumps again to the day I left after graduating, but instead of him pushing me to leave, he’s begging to go with me. I just ignore him and pack up my things and walk out the door, all the while he’s crying and yelling that he needs me and that I can’t leave him there. But this time, instead of me getting into my shitty car and driving off like I do every other night in my dream, I stop and turn toward him. I expect to see his tear-stained face, but instead, I see him smile at me.
“It took you long enough,” he says as he takes the few steps toward me so we are standing face-to-face, close enough that I could touch him but I don’t. I’m afraid that if I do or if I say anything, this dream with turn back into my nightmare.
“It’s okay, Harlow. I’m not going anywhere.” He reaches out and touches my face tenderly like he used to.
“But you did. You left me,” I say quietly, still afraid this will all go away—that he’ll leave me again.
“I know, but I’ll always be with you. Right here,” he says and places his hand over my heart. “And right here.” The hand that was on my heart moves to gently brush against my temple.
“It’s not the same.”
“I know.” I need more. I need to know why.
“Why did you do it, Hendrix? Why did you leave me? Didn’t you know I needed you? That I can’t be happy in my life without you? You’re my twin, Hendrix. My other half. I need you,” I say, feeling a single tear falling down my face, but Hendrix catches it before it falls to the ground.
“I know you won’t understand, but I had to go. I was never meant to stay; I see that now. My job was to make sure you were strong enough to be on your own, and I did that. My time was over, but yours is still here. You need to stop living in the past and stop blaming yourself and live. You have people in your life—family—that need you. It’s time to let me go.”
He takes a step back, and I panic. “No. Please don’t leave me. Not yet. I have so many questions, please. I love you, please don’t leave. I need you, Hendrix!” I yell, trying to walk toward him, but I can’t move.
“You’re wrong, Princess. You don’t need me, and that’s okay. I’ll always be with you, but I need to go now. Read the letter I wrote you, it will tell you all you need to know. I love you, sis. Always and forever.”
Then he’s gone. I want to cry, but I can’t, my body won’t let me, so I just stand there and stare at the place where he stood only moments ago. I hate that I feel this calming peace come over my body, but I know that it’s right. What he said was right. I don’t believe some of the things he said, but I know that I need to move on. I’ll always remember him, but I need to live my life and let him live through me. That’s how I can remember him and honor his memory. As much as I don’t want to, I need to let him go.
I open
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