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When you're young, you think you are untouchable. Everything your parents warn you about could never happen to you. Why? Because things like that just don't ever actually happen. When you are young, you believe wholeheartedly that your parents couldn't possibly understand anything. Nor could they possibly know anything about, well, anything. So, what do you do? You go out and do whatever it is you want, just so long as your parents don't find out about it, of course. However, that can get a little tricky when the parents of the girl you like are hell-bent on keeping the two of you apart. It does, however, make you and said girl double down and do whatever it takes to be with one another.
For me, it wasn't as hard to do what we wanted. My parents didn't have anything against the girl that I liked. No, all the issues came from her parents. They didn't like that their little girl liked the son of a member of the local motorcycle club. To top it off, the boy she liked wasn't just the son of a member but the nephew of another member and the grandson of two other members. Who's one grandmother is a well-known tattoo artist in the area. It didn't matter that the boy's other grandmother was a doctor and his mother was a teacher at the school they both attended. No, her parents couldn't see past the boy's father, uncle, and grandfathers.
This left Hanna, my high school sweetheart, and I to sneak around. My parents both lectured many times about safety when it came to the two of us being together. My father even provided me with condoms. But the two of us, being young and not wanting to listen, did what we wanted. Looking back at that time of my life, I wonder if the two of us not listening to the lectures my parents gave was because we were so set on rebelling against her parents that we chose not to listen to mine. It was a mistake the two of us would learn, one of the biggest lessons we could ever learn. At sixteen years old, we were sure nothing could ever happen to the two of us. We were untouchable. We were so wrong.
Two weeks after my twin sister Emilia and I celebrated our seventeenth birthday, I learned one of the hardest lessons the world could ever give me. Hanna and I were not invincible to all things. A few months after my birthday, I learned how life could be beautiful and ugly simultaneously. While I was scared shitless and one hundred percent not ready for it, I knew when Hanna came to me with the results of the home test she took. I only had one option that not only would I be able to live with but one that would save me from being killed by my parents. I had to take responsibility for my part in what was to come next. And even though my parents were pissed, they had my back. They even stepped in when Hanna's parents kicked her out for not agreeing to get rid of the baby. The two of them did not want anything to do with their daughter or their grandbaby until the day baby Anna was born and Hanna died.
From what I understand, Hanna had a blood clot that moved to her heart as she was giving birth. Because of this, Hanna experienced a heart attack so severe the doctors and nurses there were not able to save her. And because of this, Hanna's parents blamed me for their daughter's death. As punishment, they tried their hardest to gain custody of baby Anna from me. They never won, and I am sure that is because I had my parents backing me. If it hadn't been for them, I know I would have lost not only custody but all rights to my daughter. But with their help, I was able to keep my daughter and have the help I needed to learn how to be a good father for her. I also had the backing of the club. With so many members to back my entry, I was able to join The Thunder Wolves MC, ensuring I had the backing of hundreds of members and Anna had a larger family to help keep her safe.
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