Page 164 of Shade
I don’t remember the fight ending. I don’t remember walking back to my bike and getting on it, an official from Red Bull telling me to get off.
What do I remember?
Wild blonde curls standing in front of me, crying, pleading, begging me to get off the bike. “Wait. . . . Donotgo out there,” she cries harder, bright blues landing on mine. “You’re upset.Don’t go. Please!”
Does she mean it? Does she really care about me?
Rhya’s face flashes in my mind and I know it’s different. I do. But I can’t let go.
I taste blood pooling in my mouth, adrenaline pumping through me like acid, burning my veins. I want out of the feeling. I want out of my mind.
I can’t help the tears surfacing when I say, “Get out of my way.”
She puts her hands on my handlebars, straddling my front tire. “No.”
I rev my bike, my eyes narrowing in on her. “Get the fuck out of my way. You work for me, remember? Somove,if you want to keep your job.”
Do you see the look in her eyes? The sadness rolling through her as she moves back, her hands up in the air, palms facing me? Do you hear her heart breaking?
I do. I can hear it. I caused it. I destroyed it.
Do you see my face? Do you notice the tears rolling down my cheeks?
She does. She can see them.
But she still moves.
