Page 51 of The Bikers Redemption

My eyes close.

I’m out.

***

There’s a loud commotion.

Gunshots.

Men crying out in pain.

I want to yell to whoever has entered, but I can’t.

Instead, I fall into a deep sleep.

Serena’s in a white summer dress swinging on a wooden swing hanging under a large tree. She’s smiling at me as I watch her from the patio of our house. There are twin boys pushing her from behind, both with dark black hair, and they’re giggling as Serena screams with delight, pretending they are swinging her too high.

I’m watching her from our patio, and in front is a field of grass. Two horses are grazing in the meadow, and the sun is shining down on us. It’s a good day.

My eyes focus back on Serena, who’s now standing, her face gone from smiles to concern.

She’s running to me, the sun now replaced by heavy rain.

The twins have vanished, replaced by two men in black clothing who have knives—the same men who were with me.

“Serena, run,” I shout.

She runs toward me, and I jump down from the patio and rush toward her. But for some reason, I can’t move my legs. Looking down at why my feet are not mobile. They are stuck in thick mud I can’t break free from. I try to pull them out, but they’re slowly disappearing in quicksand.

“Serena,” I yell. “Serena, run…”

Sounds of a beeping noise come to me from a distance. I feel tired, so tired. I want to sleep forever. My mouth is as dry as the desert, and I need water.

I want to open my eyes, but I can’t.

I hear voices but can’t make out the words.

Blackness.

Everything is black.

Once again, I’m out cold.

***

“Harley, it’s me, Serena. Can you hear me?”

It’s Serena.

She’s here, but where is here?

Am I dreaming again?

She sounds worried. Her voice is urgent. I want to reply and sayYes, I can hear you,but my words won’t come out.

I’m tired.

So, so tired.

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