Diary #6
Diary #6
Dear Dad,
I’m here. Well, we’re here. I’m a unit now.
It feels so weird to be this close to what used to be my home. It’s like trying to wear a Christmas sweater from the year before. It’s too tight and just plain itchy. It makes you wonder how you even wore it in the first place because not only does it not fit, but it’s not even the right style.
It’s no longer you.
And that’s how it feels being back in Maverick territory.
For so long, I wanted to return here and take back the safety stolen from me that night. But it’s not here. It hasn’t been for a while. I just didn’t see it until it hit me right in the face.
I’m not the same girl who’d left here. Hell, I’m a woman now. A queen.
I didn’t become those things overnight. I clung to the shreds of my soul, dug out from under the pain and suffering, and clawed my way into the light. I fought for every shred of my dignity and strength. And when I didn’t think I could take anymore, I relied on the kindness of others and wrapped myself up with their love, unifying our souls.
I used to believe MCs were unique in that regard. You had a group of people you could depend on. Somewhere to belong.
But it’s not the club that makes it unique; it’s the people. Without a heart, I’m afraid the Mavericks have lost their way. Fallen prey to the apex predators and sacrificed who they were to survive.
I don’t blame you for that. We all have to do what we can to survive. But the part I do hold you responsible for is allowing those predators through our doors in the first place. I know your heart was in the right place; you wanted to stop Agonizer, but you let your hubris blind you to the danger and inadvertently destroyed everything you’d built.
I won’t make the same mistake.
Love,
Darcie