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Myeyeswereallcrusty as I opened them. My head was pounding already, and I could feel my body begging for more pills. I slowly stretched and my body cried from the pain and abuse. I needed to find that numbness again. I didn’t want to feel anything; especially not whatever injuries I had.

Memories of last night's fight filled my head, and I groaned, knowing I was probably bruised all over. But I was still alive despite crashing into some concrete barrier.

I rolled over and saw that I was in a dark green bed, surrounded by brick walls. The high ceiling was open, and you could see the black steel bars at the top.

Light shined in through a large, rounded window, and I groaned. My head was fucking splitting, and the light didn’t help.

I looked over to see some pills and a glass of water. Reaching over, I quickly swallowed them and laid back down. I didn’t even care what the pills were. That’s where I was at this point in my addiction; I would literally take anything to get me high.

Before I could even go back to sleep, the door flew open and the man with the long hair, Moose, came in.

“Morning, fucker. Time to rise and shine.”

I pulled the blankets over my head and threw the cup at him blindly.

“Fuck off.”

Moose laughed as he came into the room.

“You crashed pretty bad last night. Should have just left the bike.”

“Fuck you.”

He sighed. “Did you take those pills?”

I nodded, “Yup. Better me something fucking good.”

Moose shook his head. “Just some over-the-counter pain meds. You’re not gonna find anything to get you high here.”

“Fuck this place.”

“Listen. I’ve been where you’ve been. Hit rock bottom when life bent me over to fuck me.”

Sitting up, I glared at him. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Fuck if I know. I just have this feeling that I need to save you. Call me all the names you want, but when I have this gut feeling about things and I follow them. The guys call me a bleedin’ heart with this shit. I guess it’s in my blood.”

I eyed him from the bed. “You’re creeping me out, man.”

Moose laughed. “Just listen to me. I’m part of a motorcycle club called The Devil’s Highwaymen. It’s a brotherhood. They helped me through my darkest times, and I think they could help you, too.”

I shrugged. “I’ve been doing my thing for a long time. I don’t need a fucking sorority.”

“We’re the furthest thing from it. Just hang around for a bit and let me show you the ropes. First step is getting off the drugs. It’s not worth it, man.”

Groaning, I sat up and stared at him. “You don’t know shit.”

He sat down in the chair across from the bed and sighed.

“But I do. I told you, I’ve been in your shoes. You hit rock bottom and are just coasting down there now. But you can do so much more.”

“I’m fine.”

Moose laughed. “You’ve some skeletons in that closet of yours. Don’t think we didn’t do our homework on you before lettin’ you stay. Your past looks nasty, but I think there’s more to the story.”

“You have no fucking clue.”

“Look. I’m not gonna sugar coat shit. We’re gonna be doing some shaking up and I want you to prospect for us.”

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