No More Piglets

Sawyer

Carmen and I are cuddled up on the couch watching anime with our dakimakura body pillows and my quilts. We ate a whole gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream and drank a bottle of Bailey's right along with it. It was a full bottle my dad gave me for my last birthday.

I only drink here at home or with my boys for safety reasons, not that it did me any good.

I hear keys in the door, knowing it could only be my father. I look up at him but say nothing, not wanting Carmen to see my father covered in blood.

My father gives me a crooked smile. "No more piglets, baby girl." This means the kid who squealed to the cops about what my boys did was dead, along with whatever proof he had.

"Okay, Daddy. Go shower. You smell like a pig. Oink. Oink." I wrinkle my nose at him before snorting like a pig myself. He chuckles at me, shaking his head.

"I needed that, Sawyer. Thank you, kiddo." My father kisses the top of my head before making a hasty retreat to our shared bathroom before Carmen sees him.

"Your father was quick to escape us," Carmen states.

I shrug my shoulders at her. "You know how he gets after doing something for the MC. He is usually covered in blood and thinks you shouldn't see him that way."

Carmen cackles. "He has never seen Jen after a fight. Those boys come home all busted to hell. Lucky for them, Leo became an ER doctor."

Leo, or Leopold, is Carmen and Jensen's older half-brother from their mother's previous marriage. Leo's father was a soldier whose body was returned to her in a casket during a war twenty years ago.

I wrap my arms around myself, picturing how my boys looked last night, covered in blood, not their own, with haunting looks in their eyes. At that moment, they weren't my boys, which terrified me.

When my dad is clean, he orders us pizza while drinking a beer. A brief time after we've finished our food, there is a knock on the door. My father gets up to answer it from his armchair while Carmen and I watch our anime series.

Dad calls to me, "Sawyer, come out here quickly." I slip my shoes on, and Carmen follows suit.

There are my boys lined up beside a blacked-out SUV. They all have puffy eyes, but their jaws and fists are clenched. My eyes run over all four of them, ending on Storm.

"What's going on, Storm? Why aren't you guys in jail? Are you going to prison?" I gulp, afraid of what he might tell me.

"We can't do this, Sawyer," he says in a raspy voice.

"Do what?" I ask, terrified of what will come out of his mouth next.
"We are leaving," he says tersely through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean y'all are leaving? You guys can't leave me. You all four promised you wouldn't leave me."
I look at JT and then Carter, whose eyes are cast down to the ground.

My eyes land on Jensen next. His moss-green eyes meet my golden gaze. "I wish we could tell you." It's all he says before turning around and climbing into the back of the unmarked SUV. JT and Carter follow him.

Storm stares at me. "Hate us. It will help," he deadpans and then turns on his heel to get in the passenger seat.

No! They can't leave me! They promised me they would never leave me. They can't do this to me!

The black vehicle carrying my boys turns, getting on the street while I stand frozen.

Next thing I know, I'm yelling while running down the road after that SUV my boys are in. "You assholes! You promised you wouldn't leave me! I hate you all! You promised me!"

Soon, the black vehicle is out of sight, with no one looking back or the SUV stopping. I crumble to the ground in a heap. A heartbroken, soul-shattering scream erupts out of my throat, unbidden. I've lost the boys I love. I'm never going to see them again.