What was I thinking? Why did I handle things this way? I knew I could have sought help at the club.
But then I discovered Hannah was one of the members’ women, and I knew my chances of getting their help were slim.
I could have approached a different charter, but something was pulling me back to my hometown.
When I realized my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, I snapped. It was time to escape this life, once and for all.
I knew after my last run-in with The Silence, I’d be constantly looking over my shoulder, waiting for her to fulfill her promise and finish what she started years ago.
That night didn’t go as planned. She was injured and I decided to use it to my advantage, but she held her own and got the best of me.
I ended up getting the beating of my life after I returned home from failing. When we get injured in the field, we have to patch ourselves up.
It’s not easy when you have a stab wound in your stomach and a cut on your arm, but I made the best out of a bad situation. That situation only got worse when I went back home.
I ended up getting the shit beat out of me for failing. I was left out in the kennel, broken and bleeding.
That incident should have been enough for me to want to leave, but I stood by them. I stood by the only family that I’ve known since I lost my parents.
No, the final straw was when I found a file on my family. When I confronted my uncle about it, he just told me it was none of my business.
I didn’t tell Justin about the file, but I did bring it with me. I think it’s why I haven’t been able to stop myself from slipping. I know it’s happening. It happened when I ran Brighton off the road.
I have learned over the years how to act as if my emotions are on, but they haven’t been on for a while. They show up here and there, but not often anymore.
When I was becoming friends with Brighton, they were stronger, but then I decided to lock those feelings away in the back of my mind.
That was the day I finally broke and decided to leave. I set my plan into motion.
Initially, I thought about just walking into the clubhouse and asking for help. But that would mean spilling everything.
I’d have to admit that I’m not really Maci Jennings, but her twin sister, Bridget Jennings.
I’d have to confront the woman I once tried to kill, the one who vowed to finish the job if we ever crossed paths again.
I shouldn’t have been shocked to see Hannah there. I shouldn’t have been surprised they found us.
But for some reason, I didn’t want the chase to end. I was enjoying it.
I felt nothing when Justin took a bullet meant for Brighton. I felt nothing when I was captured and forced to return to the States.
I felt nothing when Brighton unleashed her fury on me, and I didn’t give a damn that she gave me a second chance. I just didn’t care about anything.
But now, as I look into the eyes of my twin, I feel everything crashing into me with full force.
