Biker Who Hit My Son Visited Every Single Day Until My Son Woke Up And Said One Word

I didn’t want to hear it. As far as I was concerned, Marcus being there was torture. Every time I saw him, I saw the moment my son’s life got destroyed.

But Marcus kept coming. Morning and night. He’d sit in that chair and read to Jake. Harry Potter, then Percy Jackson, then The Hobbit. All Jake’s favorites.

He’d tell Jake stories too. Stories about his own son, who’d died in a car accident twenty years ago. Stories about learning to ride motorcycles. Stories about his club, the Nomads, and all the charity work they did.

“Your dad’s real torn up, buddy,” Marcus would say to my unconscious son. “He loves you so much it’s eating him alive. But your mama, she’s strong. She knows you’re gonna wake up. And I know it too.”Continue reading…