Fixer POV
Bruiser looked and sounded awful; his story was hard to hear, and members turned their backs on him, crossing the street to avoid him. I understand the betrayal, but hearing this made it so much worse. I understand it better than most, having lived that sort of life for most of mine.
My heart went out to him, and even if the club never accepts him back, I won't turn my back on him, not like that. He lost his way, and to me, he deserves a chance to repair the damage.
"You have turned your hand to helping the street people? The adults,s too?" I asked, as I pondered what he had said so far, and had avoided any club talk, except the avoidance.
"Yeah, mainly the kids, but some adults, they are more reluctant to take help, seem to be in their own personal hell, and don't want help
