A Family Betrayal Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

A Family Betrayal Chapter 2

Two weeks as gone by since I left not telling anyone why or where I was going. Making my way east was very interesting as I slept in the back of my truck after getting a shell for the back. I bought a air bed to put in the back and pillows. It wasn’t the Holiday Inn or a Super 8, but it was my makeshift home. I did this as to not leave a trail in case my ' Family’ tried to search for me. I used that word family loosely as of how my old way of thinking had changed to a new way. After all the promises had been broken, and the way those around me changed so did my heart. That first week my heart was surrounded by a wall made of pain mixed with hurt. I felt alone as I still do. First my Sister and Brother changed, then my mother distanced herself, but three people I thought that would never in 20 years betray me did. Every moment I drove away from the west coast the more I harden my heart. The more my blood toward them turned to ice. I sworn a vow to never go west again as it would only bring hurt. I hardly slept as nightmares haunted me. I would maybe get two to three hours of sleep at rest stops or parking lots that I parked in at night. On my way I also ran into bikers on the road. Seeing different groups ride from all over. I guess since it was summer they were taking trips. In Tennessee that was when I noticed one gang or club whatever they were called. These bikers acted like family as I watched them intently while refueling my truck. The patches they wore was a eagle ...

... carrying a flag flying through the air. They were named the Souls of Freedom and what the bottom patch stated from Alabama. I thought of why they would be in Tennessee, then it hit me probably on a road trip. I shook my head as to not stare at the women that was amongst the men. I don’t know who the guy was, but he had a beautiful African American woman and a blonde woman with him. They all three looked to be in their 40's. I watched as him and the ebony lady got on a trike as the blonde woman got on her own bike. I tried to see what was written on the trike. What I could see was two words wit the letter S on each. Once my truck was full I went in to pay. After I paid walking out I noticed the guy looking at me with shaded eyes. I ignore his facial expression going to my truck to get back on the road. Once in the driver seat starting my ranger I take another look at the patches to make sure I don’t run into them again. That was over a week ago as it’s the third week of June. Being the early morning on a Friday I again sit in my spot that I have taken as a relaxing place. I have made it a point to watch the sunrise as a new beginning for me. Growing up in California I would see the sunset, but never rise. As I watch the horizon where the open ocean meets the sky. I ponder if my family ever seen a sunrise. I shake the thought from my mind as the pain stabs into my heart. Each time I think of those that I was close to my feelings draw more and more into a darkness they have never ...