“Nope, not really, I’m just walking around.”
He turns on the engine. “Hop on.”
What?
“Hop on?”
“Yes. Are you deaf? I said hop on.”
I don’t like where this is going.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I already know the answer.
“No, come on. I don’t bite.”
I climb on.
I fucking climb on.
As soon as I sit behind him, my legs are locked against his waist, and it makes me uncomfortable, so I shift back a little, leaving a few inches of space between us.
The leather seat of this motorcycle feels warm, and my body adapts quickly.
“There is a helmet in the right trunk, take it out and put it on,” he orders.
I do as he says and yes, in the leather patched trunk, I find a helmet.
As soon as I put it on, Rage sets of and we leave the place.
“Where are we going exactly?” I yell in Rage’s ear.
“You ask too many questions, kiddo.”
I smile. “I’ve heard that before, but it’s never stopped me.”
After ten minutes of riding, Rage takes an exit, it’s a road I haven’t seen before, and I don’t know where we are. Though I am not afraid anymore. I’m not even nervous, and I certainly don’t feel like this is going to be the end of me.
Carter was overreacting… Right?
The unfamiliar, narrow road borders a mountain, and I can see the cliff to my left.
Other mountains are visible from up here, and the clouds’ shadows cover the green fields. I admire the way the land changes shape and the small country houses in the distance. The view is really beautiful.
Rage pulls over to the side of the road and shuts off the engine, and finally we are engulfed in silence. Peace is all around us.
Amazing.
Until now I haven’t realized how much the sound of the engine has been bothering me. It is like an annoying niggle in the back of my mind, similar to the feeling I get when my fridge motor stops and my body relaxes, even though I thought I was relaxed.
The screech of a bird flying overhead makes me look up, the sky is breathtaking. The heat is not bad around here, all thanks to a cold, pleasant wind that moves freely because of the lack of buildings. I guess that’s the bright side when you’re in the middle of nowhere.
The middle of nowhere.
THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!
As that thought comes to mind, the alarms go on in my head. I jump off the bike and put my right hand near my knife. Rage removes his helmet, turns around and passes me with a smirk on his face.
“What’s with the smartass face?” I ask, scared.
