Years ago tragedy struck the Calloway's causing the family to fall apart. Lucariah Augustine St. Francis Calloway was left in the ruins of it all with a mother who couldn't bother and a father who disappeared one night with his older brothers. For...
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The first time I'd been on a motorcycle, I'd been terrified. Not because they drove recklessly, but because I was a child on my way to an unknown location, with unknown people.
You'd be pretty terrified, for sure.
The second time, I'd driven it myself with an adult behind- just in case. I nearly crashed us into a tree on accident. And just about driven us into a pond on purpose.
It was my ticket to freedom. I could've made it out alive or killed the both of us. It didn't matter much to me, and it didn't matter much to him. He swerved us back into the right path and smacked me around when we'd finally reached our destination.
The third time was now; I never wanted to ride a motorcycle after this again. Christophen was reckless, he cut between cars, ran red lights, swerved lanes if no one was around, and made turns so sharp I nearly clipped my shoulder on the ground.
And to top it all off, he laughed whenever I squealed or tightened my hold on him.
He was the physical embodiment of the word 'bad influence' when it came to the rules of the road. And maybe other things too, Christophen wasn't a saint- far from it- I'm sure he had a story or two of his own up his sleeve.
When we finally reached Lith's job, a grey building constructed of glass upon glass, he swung himself off and hoisted me up onto his back as I didn't have my crutches.
"I can't have a stick on my bike, let alone two. If we get into a crash it could impale us and we'd die! Do you want to die?!" He lifted me off the floor at that time and given me a good shake- his expression teetering on dramatic and insane.
It made me laugh. A full laugh that I felt in my chest and my stomach and everywhere else it could reach.
So we left the crutches in my room and he promised to be my transportation for the time being.
He ran up the steps of the building, bouncing me along as he did, and stole a rolling chair that looked as though it belonged to a secretary from the first desk you see when you walk in.
"Your ride awaits you, good sir," his voice had become deep in mockery. He turned his back to the chair and flopped me onto it.
I couldn't help the manic giggles that the action elicited. And I didn't miss the goofy smile that erupted onto Christophen's face. He had an air of youthfulness whenever he smiled that I've come to absolutely adore.
And so, the two of us went gliding down the hall in a fit of giggles and laughter and if time could pause and capture us in this moment forever I wouldn't complain, not even once.
