Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 217

Storm POV

Dinner was good, but the conversation, as we had almost finished eating, was not.

“Tell me again in your own words, what you saw at the football grounds, how you felt. Who wants to go first?” Mum said she looked at me first, before turning to the others, as she pushed her empty plate to the side.

“I will go first.” Doom offered, he was never one to talk about his feelings, no matter how hard it could be sometimes. He told us he was gay the other day, still in the closet sort of, only us three have he told, and I have no idea how to support him, but he still Doom and my friend, he was afraid to lose his mates, but we didn’t judge him, if he prefers to kiss boys, that’s his choice, we still rough house and muck around as we always had, knowing he prefers men, didn’t bother any of us, he understands we are into girls, he would never try to do something with us, we trust each other, in every way. Not sure how Prez and Sticks will feel, or if they will treat him any differently, and that worries him more than he will admit. Prez can be hard sometimes, not that he’s a bad President, just can be a little short on us kids, when he’s busy, whereas Dad, no matter how busy he was, will stop and listen, or give us a hand. I am lucky to have my Dad. I love him a lot and want to be just like him. I am already a walking image; I just need to emulate the kindness and patience he displays.

“We were walking the carpark, resetting the string lines, as drivers were moving them, to park incorrectly, making it difficult to get more cars and trucks parked in the area, when we noticed this one truck parked close to the marked area designated to be used as a road. A girl was working in the back, cleaning up by the look of it, when a group of bikes rumbled close. She stopped and sat at the end of the truck, her legs dangling over, swinging to a beat only she could hear. I thought she was watching the bikes go by, because her head was turned away from the direction the truck came from. The driver was irate, like he was drunk, or reading something on his lap, and not paying attention.

The truck’s side swiped the back of the truck, which lurched forward a bit, and she screamed, I mean, really, really screamed, a sound can’t get out of my head. Storm reacted first; he was already on the run, headed to the truck before it hit the other one, almost like he could see it happening, before it did. He leaped up onto the back of the truck and was working on the girl, but by the time we reached him, demanding our belts, as he tried to stop the bleeding, it was squirting out of her, well, where her legs were, both gone below the knee, it was a jagged mess of flesh and bone. He kept us busy by having us retrieve the legs. He called for help once he got the bleeding stopped and pulled the girl to his chest. He got a blanket and threw it over her legs, hiding the damage, and ordered us to keep the people back and make space for help to arrive. As much as

the people wanted a closer look, we managed to keep them back while help arrived. The rest you know.” Doom had tears tracking down his face, which he didn’t try to wipe away.

“Thankyou, what about the father? Any of you besides Storm notice his behaviour, before the accident?” Dad asked softly, changing the direction from the blood or gore, for a moment.

“Yeah, from where we were, it appeared he was yelling at her, could only hear a little bit, seemed he wanted her to stay at the truck and clean it, and not tell him how to park his truck, can’t be sure, we were too far away, but that’s what it sounded like,” Sprocket replied, he was a mess, out of all of us, he was the one worst hit with what he witnessed.

“Talk about it, as much as you need to, or stay quiet if that is your way of sorting this out, but don’t brood over it, don’t let it eat up inside, thinking you could do more than you have.”

‘It’s all in slow motion, Dad. Like all of it, the truck hitting the other one, the scream that goes on forever in my head, much longer than it really did in real life, the mess of the legs, the long wait for help, which was not that long, but felt like an eternity.” I added, trying to stay strong and not cry, but the emotions were churning up inside of me.

“Lads, now’s the time to cry, get it out of your system, the accident will be in your heads for a long time to come, but you don’t need to carry any guilt over it, or let it hurt you any longer, let it out now,” Mum spoke in a soft voice, which she only used when we were sick or hurt.

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