“Why did she?” Her voice was a hoarse rasp. “How did your dad realize? Did he see the bruises?”
He lifted a hand and rubbed at his forehead. “She hit me so badly she gave me concussion. I didn’t know and passed out at school. I didn’t play football or anything at the time so they wanted to know how a healthy kid got a concussion. I wouldn’t say. What could I say? I was embarrassed. Jesus, I was an eight year old boy being beaten by his mom. My dad was the big man of the MC. He had a rep. I…I didn’t want to humiliate him.”
A soft sound escaped her, but it was tight and choked like her throat was closing up and not allowing sounds out but she managed to whisper, “It was bad, wasn’t it?”
On a shaky sigh, he nodded. “I almost died.”
“Tell me your father dealt with her,” she pleaded. The no
