My Pretty Dirty Kitten
The only thing I have ever wanted, the only person that has ever mattered, is standing right in front of me with disbelief written all over her face.
I groan, regretting every single decision I have ever made. Joining the tracks. Meeting Rhonda. And fucking accepting to let her blow me off before and after every race.
Damnit I was foolish, young but extremely foolish and from the looks of it I still very am.
Slowly, painfully slowly, Gia turns her head to look at me.
Her eyes are wide, dark, searching my face like she is trying to solve a puzzle she never asked to see.
“Ritual,” she repeats softly. I barely hear her.