Night Rider MC novel Chapter 3

I have not talked to my mom or my brothers. Mom is dating the president Gunner. I do not talk to any of the them. That is because they live in the clubhouse now. I never see any of them.

They don't answer my phone calls either. I feel as if they have forgotten about me. I graduated from high school three days ago. Not one of them remembered or were there at least for me.

I did know that some of the bikers were at the graduation. Because five of the members kids graduated with me. I saw my mother and brothers sitting with them. I did not hear my name called out and they did not meet me afterwards to take any pictures.

I watched as they posed with the club and their kids for pictures. I saw that same girl as I left the school alone. No pictures of me or my family to remember my graduation. It is as if they forgot that I even existed.

I saw that girl look from me to my family with sad eyes. I turned with tears in my eyes and walked over to my car and left. We were sitting in the club when Grace walked in and looked at us with the coldest eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you Grace?"

"You did not yell out Stars name has she received her diploma."

"You did not take pictures with Star after graduation."

"I just bet she doesn't have a graduation party. No presents."

"No wonder she hates us all."

"You forgot you even had a sister."

We looked at each other and felt like shit. No one yelled her name. We are terrible brothers. We walked over to the house but it was empty. Star is not here.

We tried calling her but it kept going to voice mail. Where could she be? I was home. I was in the back yard behind the big building. I was sitting near a small fire, drinking and smoking.

"Congratulations to me." I said."

I had drank about six beers. I looked up at the sky and noticed it was getting dark. I put the fire out, grabbed my beer and walked around the building. The house is dark so that meant everyone was across the street.

I grabbed my beer and walked toward the street from the back yard. I opened my car door and grabbed my Cigarrates. And the joint from the ash tray and lit it. I shut the door and turned around and bumped into someone.

I looked up and saw him, the VP. I went to step around him But he stopped me.

"Why don't you come over to the club and see your mom and brothers?"

"Why should I?"

"I have not been invited there before?"

"And where were they when I graduated?"

"Not with me, they were with your club members, yelling and clapping for their kids."

"They took pictures with them."

"I was left out on the side lines. Not one of my brothers or mother yelled or clapped for me."

"Not one of them took a picture with me."

"And not one of them gave me a graduation gift or party."

"I don't owe them one fucking thing."

"So go straight to hell."

I gave him the finger and walked into the house. She is one angry person. I heard she graduated from high school and no one was there for her. She had no party, nothing. They forgot about her. It was starting to piss me off.

It was like they forgot they had a sister, and mother had a daughter. She was being left on her own. It all started because she was not at the BBQ.

I tried to talk to her but she wants nothing to do with me or the club. They never even tried to make it up to her. Not one of us even came over or tried to talk to her. We are partly to blame for her anger.

I want to get to know her but that is not going to happen. Her mom is marring Gunner tomarrow. I bet she will not attend. What is she going to do when he moves into the house?

Hell, I wonder if she even knows they are getting married? I walked over and looked at her.

"Are you coming to your mom's wedding tomarrow?"

I saw her turn her head and look at me. I could tell she was shocked.

"You didn't know did you?"

I just looked at him. My face going white. I stood up walked into the house shutting the door behind me. Fuck, she didn't know. I saw the light in her bedroom come on. I walked across the street in a very pissed off mood. Not one of them better say a word to me.

I walked to the spare bedroom where the boxes were kept. I started to carry them to my room where I started to pack the things in my room.

I finished packing my clothes, laptop, and other things. I then walked downstairs, grabbed the news paper and walked back to my room.

I started looking for apartments. I called three of them scheduling a time to see them in the morning. Then I shut my bedroom light off and looked across the street.

Why have they all forgotten about me? I don't get it. It is as if I don't matter to them anymore. I was off work today because it was supposed to be a day of celebration for me. It isn't, no one cared about me.