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I don’t have a clue where I’m going. All I know is that I need to be anywhere but here.
    My eyes linger over to the house next door when I hear some voices followed by laughter. My eyes lock with the green eyed beauty that doesn’t seem to know shit about privacy.
    She’s dressed up in a little gray dress, showing off her long, toned legs and tattoos that she has spread out between both arms. Her caramel colored hair is curled and brushed over to one shoulder, making her look sexy and seductive. In other words, fucking sinfully tempting.
    She and some of her friends are walking over to a black car, but she keeps her eyes focused solely on me, making my heart race and my palms sweat. The depth of her stare is almost impossible to look away from, even though I know that I should. She’s already pushed my boundaries, but she’s gotten as close I’m willing to allow. I’m not used to letting anyone in and I’m definitely not starting now, especially since I don’t plan on sticking around for long.
    I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting to see anyone living in that house. I spent most of my teen years staying there alone. My father made it seem like it was a good thing, like it was a fucking gift, when really he just wanted me out of his way. Just the sight of me repulsed him. To him, nothing I did was good enough. With him being the town’s Sheriff you would have expected him to be a good man, or even a decent man, when in actuality he was anything but that. I expected the good, I even wanted it, but was disappointed over and over again.
    Pushing my thoughts aside, I turn away from her stare, pull out of the driveway, and ride aimlessly until I feel as if I can breathe again. It seems like it takes forever, but I eventually feel a little bit of relief. Not much . . . but some.
    As much as I would like to be alone, you never really are in this shitty town. Everyone knows each other, which leads to personal and private information being bared for everyone to see. It’s one of the main reasons I wanted to escape here in the first place. I’ve never truly been free, even before I got locked up.
    After a while, I find myself pulled over at the end of the alley, staring at my old hang out spot. It’s pretty much in the middle of nowhere, hidden away from the main drag at the center of town. It’s as close to alone as I’ll get. By nightfall this place will be packed with people.
    From the time I turned fifteen I spent every single weekend here, and even some nights during the week. It was my only release from the fucked up shit happening in my life at the time. Even though I was always put in danger here, it was the only place I truly felt at peace, as well as the only place that allowed me to let out all my frustration and breathe.
    Standing here now, makes every muscle in my body tense as I imagine the release this place once brought me. The pain that coursed through my body with every blow that I took and the alleviation that I felt with each swing.
    Here, I was unstoppable. I didn’t have to stop and think about anything. All I had to do was let the heat pump through my veins and release the beast that was becoming harder and harder to tame. It became something that I couldn’t survive without, and because of that I hurt a lot of people, letting down even more of them.
    Grinding my jaw, I growl out in frustration before hopping back on my motorcycle and riding. I ride for a bit, lost in thought before heading toward Blue’s Bar and Grill —the last place I should probably show my face, but I need a little escape before I lose the little bit of control I have left.
    When I get to Blue’s —the parking lot is almost full; not that it’s a very big lot, but for it being a Monday night it’s packed as shit. I park my motorcycle in the far back and ignore the outgoing traffic of people as I make my way inside. A few people stop to look at me, but I stay straight ahead and keep moving.
    It looks exactly the way