The Unseen Daughter: Razor Riders M.C

Ava's POV Chet told me that his neighbor across the street invited us over for dinner tonight. I was excited to meet them. After moving in with Chet two weeks ago. After he proposed I couldn’t wait to have normal. A house in the suburbs. No whores around. Along with no club affiliation. I needed that. …… Dad and Mom were always about the club. So was my younger sister Cloe. Growing up, we went to everything. Football games. Basketball games. Birthdays. Graduations. Whatever one of the club kids had going on, the Razor Riders showed up. Funny thing was, when it came to my s**t, everyone seemed to forget. My high school graduation pretty much summed it up. My family was there. Every damn one of them. Just not for me. Several of the club kids were graduating that year, so the whole family showed up. Mom. Dad. Cloe. Club brothers. Ol' ladies. I sat with my graduating class and listened as they cheered for every club kid who crossed that stage. Then it was time for the valedictorian speech. My name was announced. I walked toward the podium. For just a second, I looked out into the crowd. Mom's mouth was hanging open. Dad looked like someone had punched him in the gut. Cloe looked confused. They hadn't known. My own parents had come to my graduation and hadn't known I was graduating. Hell, they hadn't even known I was valedictorian. I gave my speech. Walked across that stage. Accepted my diploma. And tried not to look at them again. After the ceremony, Mom and Dad eventually found me. Neither looked proud. They looked embarrassed. “How come you didn't tell us you were graduating?” Mom questioned quietly. I stared at her. That might've been funny if it didn't hurt so damn much. “I did.” Mom frowned. “I left the invitation on the refrigerator. It was there for weeks.” Mom looked at Dad. Dad rubbed the back of his neck. I've seen that gesture one too many times. “Sorry, Princess. Must've slipped our minds.” I nodded. Of course, it did. “We're throwing a party at the clubhouse for all the kids who graduated,” Mom told me. “You can come along if you'd like.” If I'd like. Not, we're throwing you a graduation party. Not come celebrate with us. I was invited to everybody else's party. Like I was some big inconvenience. The invites where. 'You're not really invited'. The other party hopes you say no. Even on my own graduation day. “No, thanks. I have plans.” I didn't. But I'd gotten pretty good at giving people an easy way out of spending time with me. “Okay.” They just walked away. No hug. No picture. No congratulations. Nobody told me they were proud of me. I stood there in my cap and gown watching my parents walk back toward the people they'd actually come to celebrate. That was the moment I stopped expecting anything from them. It was to emotionally draining. Somehow I always felt like a mac truck hit me. After those interactions with my parents. I left the next day. I didn't make some big announcement. Didn't have some tearful goodbye. I packed my s**t and moved into the apartment I'd already rented. It was five days before Mom texted me. MOM: Where are you? I stared at that message for a long time. Giving a bitter laugh. Five days. Their eighteen-year-old daughter disappeared from their home, and it took them five f*****g days to notice. Good to know roughly how long a serial killer may have. Before my parents remembered me. I eventually typed back. ME: Starting my life.