ADVERTISEMENT
The room went silent. Forks froze midair. Conversations halted. The bikers stared at the child who had just asked them for help as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The Shocking Request
Big Mike, the club president and a grandfather himself, bent down so his eyes met the boy’s. “What’s your name, buddy?” he asked gently.
Before anyone could answer, Tyler pulled down the collar of his shirt. Faint purple marks lined his small throat. He clutched his side as if used to protecting it. His voice cracked as he said, “He told me if I ever said anything, he’d hurt Mom worse than he hurts me. But you’re bikers. You’re tough. You can stop him.”
The table of hardened veterans felt their hearts break. They noticed the wrist brace, the bruises poorly covered with makeup, and the way Tyler carried himself like a child far too familiar with fear.
When Mom Returned
Moments later, a woman stepped out of the bathroom. She walked carefully, like someone used to hiding pain. She spotted Tyler at the bikers’ table, and panic flashed across her face.
“Tyler! I’m so sorry—he’s bothering you,” she said, rushing over. The men noticed the heavy makeup on her wrist, smudged enough to reveal bruises beneath.
Continue READING…
Continue READING
ADVERTISEMENT
