I joined the Marine Corps to escape.
Betrayal left a bitter taste in my mouth and I didn’t care if I made it back alive. Too bad I lived when those around me died. What the actual f*ck…
I was no goddamn hero—no matter what that purple medal said.
Every day I was drowning. Until the Demented Sons found me. They forced me to fight, or die trying. They showed me they had my back. But I sure as hell would never need anyone again.
Then she strutted on stage and I was a goner.