Biker Saviour: The Lost Souls MC Series by Ellie R Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B

good now. She told him why she started using.”
    The line goes quiet, I can hear shuffling and then silence. I presume she wanted to be sat down to hear this.
    “And?”
    “From what I’ve been told, she wanted to be free. She liked the escape and didn’t know she had a problem until she couldn’t stop.”
    Sally’s shaky breath matches my own and she asks, “I thought it was us, our arrangement that messed her up,” she admits.
    “Not this time, darlin’. She tried it, she liked it and it ended up controlling her. Simple as that,” I assure her.
    “I feel bad for saying it, even thinking it but I’m glad it’s not because of us. I was beginning to believe it was our fault.”
    I sit up straight and hold my cell closer to my ear, not that it makes a difference. I want and need her to hear and believe my words.
    “This is not your fault. This is on Kyla, not you. Not for one second. It was her decision to use, you did everything you could to help her, even bring her here when I know how you feel about the place. I promised you I’d bring our daughter back and I will, and when she’s back she can tell you herself you’re not to blame. You raised her right and I’m honoured you’re the mother of my child. Always will be.”
    “Oh Thomas,” she sniffles, “How can you be so far away yet make me feel like you’re right here next to me?”
    “No matter where I am, I’m always with you. Always.”
    Unspoken words tumble between us and it begins to piss me off.
    “I should go, I’m working the night shift tonight.”
    “Sure, be safe and I’ll call tomorrow.”
    I wait for her to hang up first and throw the cell on the bed beside me.
    If I put my parents through this, they would have thrown my ass out of the house for bringing shame on the good family name. They would rather tell people I died than admit to the church and the almighty their parenting had led me to a life of drugs. If my father couldn’t have beaten it out of me, I would’ve been out casted. Fuck that shit, time to make Kyla’s dinner. The more she eats, the healthier she looks and the sooner we can put this behind us.
     
     
    Kyla
    Being stuck in this room is like heaven and hell. Hell because while I know I’m not a prisoner, it certainly feels like it and heaven, because while my body hurts like a bitch, I know deep down my father isn’t going to let me out of this room until I’m clean and I may not want to admit it at the moment, I know it is the only way I’m going to get my life back.
    It’s hard to show him my gratitude when all I want to do is scream and shout at him. Ricky told me he would see about getting me out of here for a while, I pray he keeps his word and makes it happen. I need to get out of this room soon or I’m going to go crazy.
    Nine days.
    Two hundred and sixteen hours.
    That’s how long it has been since my last hit. It’s the longest I’ve gone without since I first tried the drug that’s changed my life forever.
    Nine days I have been cooped up with only leaving the room once for a total of five minutes, not even that.
    Each day different men dressed in leather and jeans bring me food, wait for me to eat then disappear behind the golden freaking door.
    Earlier today the huge, bald, tattooed guy drew the lucky straw and brought my lunch. Meal times are like clockwork around here. Breakfast at nine, lunch at one and dinner at six. The little clock on the wall says five minutes to six. Five minutes until the next round of disgust and pity are passed my way.
    The five minutes pass and it feels like an eternity.  The usual sounds from the door lock rattles and when my father steps in holding yet another tray of soup and a glass of fucking orange juice, something inside me snaps.
    I don’t move from the bed and he puts the tray on my lap. I have come to hate the smell of tomato soup.
    “I don’t want your fucking soup,” I yell, flipping the tray and throwing the bowl across the room. Soup