I grabbed my shotgun and drove to the garage where he worked. Found him closing up alone. Pointed the barrel at his chest and told him if he ever came near my daughter again, I’d kill him.
“I’ll kill you and they’ll never find the body,” I said. “My family has owned this town for three generations. The sheriff is my cousin. The judge is my brother. You’re nothing. You’re nobody. And if you don’t disappear tonight, you’ll be a dead nobody.”
“But I love her,” he whispered.
I cocked the shotgun. “You don’t get to love her. You get to leave. Tonight. Or I swear to God I’ll end you.”
He left. Packed up his things and rode out of town that same night. I never saw him again.
I told Emily he’d abandoned her. That he’d run off because he didn’t want the responsibility. That bikers were cowards who used women and threw them away.
She believed me. Why wouldn’t she? Her father would never lie to her.
She had the baby alone. A little girl. Named her Sarah. But the shame was too much for our family. Our reputation. Our standing in the community.
I convinced Emily to give the baby up for adoption. Told her it was the only way to move forward. The only way to save our family’s name.Continue reading…
