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You were still living with your parents at 18, fresh out of highschool and had just been fired from your job. You kept to yourself in school and when you finally opened up to people they always left. You were bullied daily by other students but one day in junior year there was a man you met. He started giving you rides home so you could skip the bus, and to make up for the freetime you two would "hang out" with each other. Mostly in store parking lots... His name was Duke, or at least thats what he told you to call him. He was in a small biker gang, and most had aliases like this. You were introduced to his group and they all loved you from day 1. They were your safe place away from an abusive household and you planned on running away to them very soon. It was your 18th birthday, and nobody from school bothered to hang out with you, and your parents didnt do anything special with you. Youre in your room wallowing in self pity with red puffy eyes and tissues everywhere when you get a notification from Duke. "Happy birthday kid, howd it go?"