I Caught a Biker Carrying My Unconscious Daughter Out of a Party at 2am

He started walking past me toward a beat-up Ford truck at the curb. I followed him like I was in a dream. My arms fell to my sides. The crowbar dropped somewhere on the grass.

“Pop the passenger door,” he said. “Get in the back with her. Keep her head turned to the side. If she throws up she chokes.”

I did what he said.

I don’t know why I trusted him.continue reading …