My eyes searched the many vehicles for the nice black motorcycle I saw when I left for school earlier that day.
It had moved since I last saw it. No longer right up front, but off to the side with the other finished cars and bikes. Rick once told me that a row of finished cars represented his money. When the owner came to collect, so would he.
The motorcycle was black all over except for a silver plate that read Kawasaki and the grey letters on the side that read Ninja. It stood apart from the other bikes on account of how clean and new it looked.
Rick was a good mechanic, but the rumors of his beer-filled life got around and the expensive vehicles stopped coming. Who would trust a drunk mechanic with such a possession?
I ran my finger across the beautiful bike as I imagined being free once again. And without any thought, I threw my legs over the leather seat to straddle it. The machine was cold and dead between my legs. I’d worn some blue jean shorts and a black screen-t with some black boots to school today.
The shorts weren’t ideal for riding a bike, but I didn’t care. I put the key in the ignition and savored the vibrations running through my body as it started up. Turning the throttle twice, I embraced myself before taking off.
There was no doubt in my mind which way I would turn when those wheels left my driveway.
There were two roads leading out of town. The main road that ran through downtown Riverwood, past everyone and everything I’ve ever known. And then there is the old country Lake Road that wrapped around the outer parts of town. It was a dark two-lane street with no lights or signs that followed the large lake which made Riverwood look like a hiker’s paradise.
On the part of the road that ran through my side of town, trees stood tall on both sides, blocking the view of some of Riverwoods wealthiest residents. Who needed gates when you had a twelve-foot tree line?
When the trees to the left of the road fell away and a beautiful lake came into view, that was an indication that I was near Riverwoods even wealthier citizens. Those who had more money than I knew what to do with.
I didn’t have to think twice about which road I was going to take out of this place. I hit the throttle again and headed toward more scenic route. I wouldn’t chance seeing anything thing in town that would dare keep me here. I needed clear roads if I was going to keep going.
With the town quickly fading behind me and the unknown in front of me, I breathed in the fresh air. It was much easier now. The further I drove, the freer I felt from the chains of the relationship between me and Rick. I wouldn’t be his prisoner anymore. I wouldn’t be his punching bag anymore.
I wouldn’t turn back. Not for anything.
On the bike, it took me ten minutes to get to the breathtaking lake. I immediately thought about the first time my grandparents took me there. My grandfather wanted to fish and my grandmother just wanted to be near him. And I…I just wanted to be with those who loved me.
My eyes began to water and I felt nostalgia pulling me back.
I forced the bike to go faster as I struggled inside to keep going. I couldn’t turn back.
When the tears started falling and my vision blurred. I squeezed them shut to clear my view. The moment I opened them, I felt instant regret.
It only took seconds of closed eyes for the bike to steer into the left lane. A gut-wrenching screech from a car in the opposite lane filled the air as the driver tried to brake too fast.
It was no use. Everyone who drove this road sped. There was no way the driver would have enough time to slow down.
I almost pulled in the direction of the car instead of in the other direction. If I hit it, i could honestly tell myself I tried to escape this life. Even if it meant no life at all.
I closed my eyes and waited for the car to hit me. I didn’t have to pull too much into the direction of the car because the bike took on a life of its own once I let the handles go. In less than a second, I was already completely in the wrong lane.Smiling for the first time in a long time, I embraced the last moment I would feel the wind on my face. The last moment of my life.My eyes popped open at the sound of tires screeching across the graveled road. But they weren’t my tires. The sight of the black car sliding across the road and stopping a few feet away from me dragged a hint of regret to the pit of my stomach.When the car came to a complete stop, I turned my focus back to the road, but it was too late.The road was curving and I tried to turn with it at the last minute. I panicked and all at once, I yanked the handle and pressed the grips. The bike leaned too far right and I began to slide across the road. Somehow my body separated from the bike and I rolled into the grass, r
The guy before me couldn’t have been more than a few years older than me. And yet, at that moment, he made me feel like a little girl who just stole a cookie. I panicked. “You’re bike?”“Yes. The black bike that you just crashed.” He reminded me.“Where is she!” Rick’s voice boomed through the halls of the hospital. I didn’t have to guess that he was angry. Everyone on this floor knew he was angry.I squeezed my eyes together. There was no way this could end well. Soon I would be trapped in a room with some random guy and my raging, probably drunk father.“Sir. Can you please keep it down?” I heard a woman say from the hall.“There the little brat is.” Rick stumped inside my room. He commenced yelling. “Do you know how much trouble you are in? And the damage you caused? I am not paying for this. Do you hear me?” He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not paying for this.”I kept my eyes closed and prayed he would stay by the door. That he wouldn’t come near me. And also, that he would calm down.
Those words finally got his attention. “And how do you plan on doing that?” He turned his head to look back at me.I didn’t answer.“Do you have money?”I shook my head.“Do you have a job?”I shook my head.“Then how do you plan on paying for the damages you caused.”The pretty nurse appeared in the doorway to say. “Times up sir. Visitation hours are over.”Mr. Hardin took one more look at me. “Get some rest, Danica.”I closed my eyes just as he walked out of my room. Finally leaving me alone.The next morning brought a mixture of unwanted thoughts. But the biggest one was regret. Regret that I took the bike. Regret that I didn’t try to crash that bike into a tree instead of a car. Regret that I woke from this accident.But I also woke with something else inside my head. Thoughts of him. Mr. Hardin. I wondered what he saw when his dark grey eyes stared back at me.“Morning.” I heard a man call from my door.I sat up to see the doctor come in with a clipboard.“My name is Dr. Willard.
I sit back and relax as Mr. Hardin makes his way to my house. He takes the road that runs through the downtown area instead of Lake Road. I can’t help but wonder if that was on purpose. Perhaps he wanted to steer clear of the place where I almost died.Death by a motorcycle crash.I caught a glimpse of the coffee shop I applied to yesterday and began checking my phone for missed calls. It was dead.“Do you need to charge your phone?” This was the first thing he asked me since I jumped in the car.“Yes. Do you have an iPhone charger?”“No. I have an android.”I smiled a little. “Thanks anyway.”The car veered toward the parking lot where the coffee shop sat. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m starving.” He said.“No. Go right ahead.”He jumped out of the car. “I’ll be right back.” Before he could close the door, he popped his head back in. “Do you want anything?”I had no money. Rick never gave me an allowance. In fact, the only thing my tiny wallet carried was the city-sponsored bus card I a
We rode in silence for the first mile. I would like to think we both wanted to avoid the elephant in the car. That thin piece of paper in his lap that had the ability to weigh me down. I could tell from the eagerness in his voice that he was far from wanting to avoid the subject. “I bring a thirty thousand dollar bike to a shop for a two hundred dollar tune up and now I’m out seven thousand dollars.” I almost chock on the last bit of coffee I just swallowed. “Seven… thousand… dollars?” I asked while trying to keep my breakfast down. How was I supposed to pay back seven thousand dollars and save to move out of Ricks house? Suddenly I felt the sir around me disappear. Every goal I set seemed to be getting further and further away by the second. “That’s right. Your father just gave me an estimate of seven grand.” “That’s no problem,” I said pushing the words out. “I have a job or two lines up. And soon, I should be able to pay you back.” I spoke aloud, trying to convince myself more
Dmitry pulled away as I trotted up the sidewalk. His car clock read 9:10 am. The courtyard was practically empty now, as everyone before made their way to class. I thought about skipping this class altogether. By the time I make it to my locker to gather my English book, English class would be over.My next class was chemistry. I weighed the option of skipping that class too. I had too much on my mind to safely mix chemicals today.I should be happy that I had a job. Though happiness isn’t what I felt when he offered the job. I would be practically working to pay off a debt. Not to save money for an apartment. Not to save money to get out of town. I need another job.Lost in my thoughts I was stunned when a pair of hands grabbed me when I entered the hall where my locker was stationed. I was pinned against a corner wall. My head nearly bounced off the wall from the sudden movement. I closed my eyes from the pain and when I opened them, I wasn’t surprised to see Lucas. He was the onl
“Get in.” Dmitry demanded.“What are you doing here?” I asked grasping my chest, still shocked by his cars sudden stop.He put his car in park. “I was trying to catch you when you first got out of school, but I was held up in a meeting. You and I have unfinished business. Now get in.”I knew what he meant but I still found myself asking the question. “Like what?”“Just get in the car.” He said while hitting the button to unlock the door.I hesitated for a second before getting in. “Are you taking me home?” I asked as soon as I was inside the car. ‘Rick will be expecting me to arrive soon.”I tried to hold my fear but for a moment I relived the day I came home later than usual. It wasn’t a pretty conversation between me and my father.“No worries. I will have you home soon enough.”Dmitry continued down the same road I walked every day going home. Soon we found ourselves turning on Lake Road. The same road our lives collided even though our vehicles did not.I kept my eyes on the road
Sensing there was nothing else he needed to show me, I turned on my heels and quickly walked downstairs. I wasn’t sure how serious he was about me familiarizing myself with his house.Now that the tour was over I began noticing the small things. Like how there weren’t many personal photographs in his house. The walls in the foyer and living room were full of overbearing paintings but not one photo. Not even of himself.There was also no television or radio. If he did entertain in this room, it didn’t seem like it would be much fun.When he didn’t come right down, I found myself checking my phone. It was only five. I still had a little time to get home. I knew Rick would be expecting me sometime before five-thirty.Panicking, I stepped out of the living room to find and tell him I was going to walk home if he wasn’t ready. The sound of his footsteps hitting the last step brought me a little relief. I didn’t know what I would find in his room.“There you are. I need to get going so if t