She nodded, sighing heavily and running a hand through her hair. "Yeah...You're right...It's just... It was too much. From the people at school always fucking with me, counselors always telling me that I need medicine and shit to my mother always fucking with my mind." She took a shaky breath, her eyes going wide in thoughts. She always pushed that out of her mind, feeling the urge to snap if she thought to much about that day. But she continued on, letting her mind sift through it now. "After a few years of being angry, I used what you guys trained me to do. I fought back. I fought back, and it made the shit worse. It was too much of that shit that day. But it was leading up to it. That was the day I planned my own demise... And it all went to shit. Dad wasn't home that day, I tried to go to uncle Alex's house, but the MC was gone for a few days. I couldn't wait a few days. I went back into the kitchen. My mother-she was pissed off about something I did, and just like that, we started arguing. She brought even more shit, I told her to fucking drop it. She didn't. She pressed on. She kept telling that I was a fucking mistake. I wasn't supposed to be conceived, I wasn't supposed to be a girl. I wasn't supposed to be bipolar, which she acted like it was a fucking disease. I remember the glass cup I had in my hand. I smashed in between my fingers. But it never registered. I was so angry. So full of hate. It was nothing a child should hear from anyone. Especially their mother. So, after screaming at her and fucking up more shit, I packed a bag." She said, shaking her head. "I left, and I was determined that while I was gone, I would become stronger. That I am definitely able to hold my own. That even though I am a woman, it is possible for women to have their own MC, regardless of what men think." "But you know, you are right. I did leave you guys. And I didn't even think about any consequences that would affect you guys when you all came back. It was childish....and I'm sorry..... I love you guys more than anything...But I knew the second I looked up at the sign out of Leetum, I was on my own... And not in the way like you guys don't give a shit, but in a way where I knew that I had to get better...I wasn't gonna step foot back home until I knew that I was better so that I wouldn't fuck up on you guys again. So that I wouldn't have any of those thoughts ever again." She gave him a sheepish, small, watery smile. "I love you Chase. It took me a minute to realize that it didn't matter if I had any brothers of my own. You guys were-are- my brothers. To me, you guys are." She got up and gave him a hug, smiling a bit. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Please don't hate me." After getting situated back into her seat again, she slowly raised an eyebrow at what he said, taking her drink and setting it to left side of her as she always did and situated herself. "Wait....Excuse me if I'm wrong but....You're not even Sergeant At Arms? Who the fuck is?" She looked at him in confusion, "I mean, yeah, I meant what I said about VP, but you're not even SAA..??" She looked around in thought. "What the fuck.." She whispered. "Did you do something wrong? Or something that pissed him off?" She shook her head at him when he said that Charlie thought he was stupid. "That's not fucking true. Chase, you're not fucking stupid. At all. In the years that I have known you, you've given me no reason to even think that for once. So, no. That can't be why. And if it is, then it's fucked up. In any situation. I'm sorry. It is. And no, I'm not in an MC, as much as my mother reminded me of that, but I think that I can at least try to understand the gist of where you're coming from without you worrying about telling me too much."
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