SAVING REBEL: Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club - Plot & Excerpts
I had lied when I said I was staying with Missy. When I first got back to Dallas, I had gone looking for her, but couldn’t find her. I had spent a year on the streets, because I wanted to try to make it on my own, without resorting to begging Harley for help. I had failed miserably, and the streets were beyond brutal. Almost as brutal as the foster home, but not quite. I could live with the scary nights under the bridge a lot easier than I could with Mr. Fuckingham coming into my room at night. Anything was better than that. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tired of it. I had tried repeatedly to find jobs, but I had no experience and nobody wanted to hire a homeless nineteen year-old girl. If it hadn’t been for begging people for change, I wouldn’t have been able to feed myself. And some days, even that didn’t work. I was hungry, burnt-out and exhausted. Sleeping on the concrete ground hurt like hell, and being hungry all the time was excruciating.
What do You think about SAVING REBEL: Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club?
