The Biker's Fate Chapter 511

Flash

My father is the beloved president of the Dogs of Fire MC out of Portland, Oregon and I am a faithful member of the club. But I'm torn between the love of my career and the responsibilities of my club. What I hadn't expected was a long-lost love to crash back into my life and turn it upside down.

Tate

I have been in love with Flash Wallace since I was young... but he broke my heart into a million pieces and seems to think he can waltz back into my life like nothing happened. The problem is, I want to believe all his pretty words and go back to the way things were before our bond was broken.

Do I trust my head and keep my distance, or go with my heart and let him back in?

Flash

Sixth Grade, 12 Years Old…

I heard Dad's pissed-off footsteps on the stairs and scowled. I was currently sitting cross-legged on my bed, trying to text Tate.

Unsuccessfully.

Dad knocked, then pushed the door open. "Phone down, bud."

I dropped the phone on the nightstand and settled my chin in my hand as Dad sat beside me on the bed. "What's goin' on?"

"Nothing."

Dad nodded to my phone. "Do I need to ground you from textin' Tate?"

"She grounded herself," I grumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"She's not talking to me, Dad, okay?"

Dad raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"Swear to God, kid, you keep up with this 'nothing' bullshit, I'm gonna sell your bike."

I glared at him. "You wouldn't."

"I would. Start talkin'. All of it."

"A girl at school's in trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Her dad hits her."

Dad fisted his hands in his lap. "And why's Tate not talkin' to you?"

"Because I've been skipping our study group to help Madison."

"Madison's the girl who's gettin' hit?"

I nodded.

"Has Madison told her teachers what's goin' on?"

"No. And she swore me to secrecy, but now I've told you, so I've betrayed her confidence."

"You like this girl?"

"Yeah."

"Tate jealous about that?"

I shrugged. "I don't think so. She'd probably tell me if she was. She tells me everything. Even stuff I don't wanna know."

"I guess that's what best friends are for, huh?"

"I don't mind," I said, running my finger over the comforter distractedly. "I just wish she wouldn't be pissed about me helping Madison."

"Bud, your grades come first. Tate's obviously just lookin' out for you, and if this Madison girl is gettin' hit by her dad, that's adult shit you shouldn't be takin' on."

"No one else will help her."

"Flash, that's not true. Her teachers will help her."

"Well, she doesn't want to tell them and I'm not a snitch." I huffed. "Forget it. You don't understand."

"I understand more than you think."

I reached for my phone, but Dad grabbed it before I could. "I'm keepin' this for a few days."

"What? Why?"

"Because you're grounded until you get your grades up."

"That's not fucking fair."

He narrowed his eyes. "Watch your mouth."

"Why should I?" I snapped. "You swear all the time."

"Jesus, kid, what the hell's goin' on with you?"

I shook my head, dragging my hands through my hair.

"Talk to me, Park."

"There's no point."

"Outside of school, you're in this house until your grades are up."

"Whatever," I said, and Dad left me to wallow for a bit. I flopped onto my back and stared at the ceiling, my life spiraling. Tate was really mad at me, and she never got mad at me. I just hoped I could fix whatever I broke.

I didn't have much time to sulk, however, because Dad walked back in.

"I don't want to talk, Dad," I said.

"I get it, bud, but we're gonna anyway. Sit up."

I did as Dad asked, begrudgingly, and Dad sat in my computer chair and leaned forward. "I know who Madison's dad is."

"Okay."

"He makes dirty movies."

"Yeah," I said, staring at my hands.

"Is he tryin' to make Madison do shit she doesn't want to?"

"How did you know?" I asked, then groaned. "You just figured it out, huh?"

"Yeah, bud, I did. That's a lot of stress on you, Flash. I can see why you've been fallin' down on your grades. She really needs to tell her teachers."

"She doesn't want to tell the teachers because they'll put her into foster care again. Her mom just got her back and she's afraid they'll take her away for good this time."

"Did she tell her mom what's been goin' on?"

"Her mom just gets mad at her and tells her to quit flirting with him. It's so gross, Dad."

"Okay. Look, I'm gonna give you some leeway here because you're helpin' a friend and that's what we raised you to do, but you're still grounded until you get your grades up." Dad handed me my phone. "You can have this back for now, but if she's not willin' to tell a teacher what's goin' on, then you need to."

"I'm not a snitch."

"Then I'm gonna talk to Auntie Payton."

Payton was the principal for the elementary school most of us kids attended.

"I'm okay with you talking to Auntie Payton," he said. "That's actually a good idea."

"I know it is. Now, you might want to apologize to Tate and smooth things over with her."

"She's just gonna grill me for information."

"Well, then you need to figure out how to stay strong and not tell her if that's what you feel you need to do."

I stared at my phone. "Yeah."

"Park, look at me."

I met his eyes and Dad smiled. "I'm real proud of you, son. I'd like you to talk to me first in the future, but I get that you were helpin' a friend, and that means somethin'."

Dad left me and I went to find my mom. She was in the kitchen, and I immediately went to her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry, Mama," I said.

"All forgiven, cherub."

"I'm gonna go get my grades up now."

She cupped my face. "I love you to the moon and back, Parker."

"Love you too, Mom."

I headed upstairs and pulled out my phone. Time to fix things with Tate.

Tate

"She's such a slut," I hissed, sobbing against my mom. "Why won't Flash see that?"

"Sweetie, let's try not to be cruel in our sadness, okay? Calling someone a slut is unkind."

"Well, she is."

"Honey, she's eleven—"

"She's twelve," I corrected.

"Even at twelve, Tate, if she's doing things with boys that maybe she shouldn't, it's because she's being abused. You need to have some grace."

I scowled at my mother. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"Baby, I am on your side, but if you lower yourself to being a mean girl, you're no better than she is."

"But, Mom, Flash is gonna fail all his classes if he keeps letting her boobs dictate his life."

Mom stroked my hair. "Flash will figure it out, Tate, but at the end of the day, you need to worry about who or what's dictating your life."

"Well, it's not her boobs, I'll tell you that."

Mom chuckled. "Flash is your best friend, and I'm sure he'll apologize when he's ready, but try to remember that both of your bodies are flooding with hormones and—"

"Oh my god, Mom, gross. I don't want to know about Flash's hormone flood."

"Fair enough."

My phone buzzed on my nightstand, and I glanced at the screen. "It's Flash."

"I'll leave you to take the call. Then come down for some ice cream, okay?"