“Speakin’ of…yo’ prison guard let you out of his sight?”
“I slipped out while he and Love were at work. I’m so sick of being way out there and missing the city.”
“Long as you let that nigga kno’ this was yo’ idea.”
“Fuck my brother. It’s Sunday, and I want to get into something.”
“Shit, you kno’ my crew ridin’ dirt bikes and shit, but I didn’t feel like I’ into nothin’. Since you snuck yo’ overgrown ass out, I guess I can change my mind.”
Later that day, I followed behind Adore as we kicked up dirt doing tricks in the back woods. I couldn’t help but smile because everything I taught her, she remembered. I’ll never forget her first time riding. I had to take her ass to the hospital because she fell off and bruised her tailbone. All it took was for her to trust me and listen, and now she was riding that bitch like a pro. I hit the throttle to catch up with her because I didn’t like the way she took one of the curves once we got on a dirt road.
“Aye! Slow the fuck down!”
“I slow down when you beat me back to the field,” she said, kicking dirt up.
“Just to let you kno’ you’ muthafuckin’ ass lost,” I told her, breathing hard.
“Nigga, please! I let you win.”
“Let’s race, baby.”
Adore and I both pulled back up to the open field, where not only my crew had gathered but some of her crew, too. It was where we chilled and got away from the city to do country shit without the police fucking with us. It was where we could be free to play our music loud and smoke our weed. Out here, it made you forget about all your problems until you got back to the city limits. We both got off the bikes and grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler in my truck. I helped Adore get up on the truck bed, and I hopped up after her. I couldn’t enjoy myself because my phone kept ringing.
“Yo!” I said, already knowing Hollow was going to question me about Adore’s whereabouts.
“Whodie! Man, where the fuck Adore at? I done called her ass at least ten muthafuckin’ times.”
“She good. What you need?”
“Tell that muthafucka I said meet me at the house in ten minutes.”
“What house? She can’t get yo’ house in ten minutes, nigga if she’s wit’ me,” I told him.
Adore rolled her eyes as she rolled a blunt.
“What house?”
“Our childhood house. The bitch is burnin’!”
I looked over at Adore, and she stopped mid-roll.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Get in the truck,” I told her, as I hung up on Hollow.
“What about our bikes?”
“I’ll get someone to bring them.”
“Is something wrong, Whodie?” Adore asked.
I wanted to tell her, but I didn’t want her to panic. Everyone knew how she felt about that damn house. It was her world. Her heart was going to be broken when we got there. I didn’t want to deal with it on the drive there because I had at least twenty minutes, depending on traffic.
“Adore, yes, somethin’ is wrong. All I want you to do right now is sit back and get yo’ mind right.”
“You really fucking irritating me by treating me like I can’t handle whatever the fuck it is.”
I squeezed the bridge of my nose.
