I sighed as I got out of the truck. I sat down on the ground next to it. This is going to be the longest two hours of my life. Luke got on his bike and started it. He pulled up next to me and yelled over the roaring engine. “Are you sure? This is your last chance.”
“I’m sure,” I said. He sped away and left me sitting there on the side of
the road in the hot sun. I pulled my phone from my pocket and it was
dead. Of course it was; could this day get any worse? A few minutes
later, I hear the roaring engine of a motorcycle. I looked up and saw
Luke getting off his bike. He walked over to me and grabbed my arm.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yelled as he pulled me off the ground.
“Taking you home, and watch your mouth,” he said.
“I’m not getting on that thing, and you can’t make me,” I said as he was dragging me to his bike.
He stopped dead in his tracks, turned around and looked at me. “What is it you’re scared of, Lily?”
“Nothing,” I said as I walked back to the Explorer. “Just leave me alone and go home, Luke.”
I sat inside to try and escape him. He opened the passenger door and
climbed in. I stared straight ahead and wouldn’t look at him.
“Something about motorcycles has you freaked out. Tell me what it is. Maybe I can help you.”
“You can’t help,” I said as my eyes started to tear. He wouldn’t stop
staring at me, and once again, he was making me uncomfortable.
“Please just tell me, Lily,” he whispered.