As I fly down the road, headed nowhere but away from the club, I can't shake the guilty feeling that I have made a mistake, leaving in such a flurry of flame.

I should have stood my ground against Eira, protesting the fight and the club's decision. Instead I ran away, giving up what I had worked for.

Behind me, I can hear the roaring of a bike gaining distance on me.

With a curse, I cast a glance over my shoulder and see my father trailing after me on his bike. Initially, I rev up the engine, intending to leave my father in a cloud of dust.

But I couldn't.

In my ears, I hear my mother's voice telling me as a child that you must never go to bed on an argument, because you never know what the morning may bring.

I can't drive away from my father now, if anything were to happen to him, I know I would be destroyed by guilt.

A few yards ahead of me is a roadside bar, so I slow my speed and pull over. My father follows my actions and within a few seconds he is parked by my side.

"Drink?" I ask hopefully, my father rolls his eyes at me.

"We're driving son, so no."

"Oh right." I chuckle nervously and rub the back of my neck with the palm of my hand. I picked that habit up from my father, amongst other things.

"Come on Lee, we need to talk for a minute, father to son."

Nodding, I walk over to a brick wall and sit down on it, my father pushes himself up to sit beside me. I look over at him, he smiles at me and I return the smile, a mirror to his.

"What do you need from me son?" My father asks softly, like he's talking to an enraged bull.

"I need you to name me heir." I say, stating the obvious. It's my birth right, I'm the oldest born and I'm- I'm a-"

"A man?" My father interrupts, his eyes keenly staring at me, I realise then that it was the wrong thing to say.

"Well... yeah. I've earned this."

"How?"

"Well-"

"The problem here Liam is that you believe you have earned this, and maybe you could have but the minute Eira announced she wanted to try for the presidency as well you became sullen, distant and lazy!"

"I did not!"

"Liam," my father moderates his tone again, "you missed three of the challenges because you were either drunk or hungover. You pushed me into a corner son."

My father sounds genuinely and truly sad, and a tiny part of me wonders if this was in fact possibly of my own doing.

But that doesn't matter, the fact remains that Eira is my younger sister, I take precedence over her.

"Dad I- I didn't mean to do that, I just... I just always assumed that I would follow in your footsteps and become president. W-when Eira put herself forwards I just..."

"Lost yourself." My father finishes for me, and I nod my head.

"My boy," my father sighs and lays his arm around my shoulder, holding me for just a second, "Eira is your little sister, she loves everything about you. She wanted to do this with you! Not against you, but then when you became sullen and told her she wasn't good enough, you made an enemy of her son."

"Oh."

I swallow hard, suddenly it all makes more sense, the hard look in Eira's eye and the delight she took in humiliating me. I had spent many nights in the bar laughing about Eira to whoever would listen to me, I never realised what I was really doing.

"Will you come home now, Liam?"

At first, I open my mouth to tell him of course, then something stops me. All my life I have pictured myself as the president, but now, I've blown my chances. I should have been there, training with my sister but instead I ruined it.

"I- I can't come back, not yet."

My father nods his head understandingly, he reaches over and takes my hand in his, he squeezes it supportively.

"Liam, you need to find yourself again, I'm not going to force you to come back, but please don't disappear Liam."

"You, Eira and Ember are your mother's and my world."

"I won't disappear pa, I promise. I just need to breathe away from the club for a bit."

My father nods again and sighs hard, he jumps off the wall and starts to head over to his bike. I follow quickly and we stand side by side for a moment in silence.

Once again swallowing hard, I look over at my father. He looks heartbroken, but all this is because of his actions, he should have told Eira that she couldn't try, that it was my role, but he didn't.

The way I feel, and the way I acted is what they all deserved when they denied what I earned.

Even though there was anger in my blood, I couldn't leave the territory on completely cross words, my mother would never forgive me.

"Tell mum and Eira that I'm sorry, and that I'll be back soon."

"I'll tell them, Liam, everything will be alright."