Wait For Me

04 | the tracks

❝ 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆
𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆,
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 ❞

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

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T H E A

Why do I do this to myself?

I willingly put myself in situations I don't know if I'll be able to get out of. Willingly.

I could have said no. 'No Aven, don't be silly, there's no way we could possibly attend an illegal street race and still come back with our limbs.. and dignity intact.'

Of course not. Instead the words to come out of my mouth were: "what time does it start?"

I may as well begin making preparations for my funeral now because I'm definitely going to be dead if my dad ever found out.

First of all, he would drag me along to the track, kill everyone there and make me watch, then he'll kill me afterwards. I can picture it already.

I'm not joking either.

My dad does not play about. He would literally lose his shit.

"Hurry up, I'm getting cramp in my leg waiting for your slow ass" Shyla moans and I roll my eyes, making sure to take my time now as I apply some more foundation, just to ensure my freckles are concealed.

I don't know why but I've always hated them. There's nothing wrong with them, I just personally don't like them. They've always made me feel insecure and when I was little I'd often get called names because of them.

Stupid little kids. I don't know why I didn't just punch them in the face. I would now, but back then I didn't have the guts. I was shy growing up and hated confrontation.

I'm still the same now, but I've gotten better as I've got older.

I mean, I'd still probably cry if someone shouted at me though.

"Thea, seriously.." Shyla groans and I stand up, sniggering to myself as I pick up my phone and walk out, adjusting my black leather pants on the way out.

Stupid wedgies.

I have to admit, we all look really good tonight. I decided to wear a pair of black leather pants, boots and a black mesh top that's a tad see-through. Nothing too provocative, don't worry Jesus.

Shyla is wearing black jeans and grey crop top with a black leather jacket, matching it with a pair of black and white high-top comme des garçon converse.

Aven is dressed in grey jeans, a dark pink bandeau crop top and a matching over-sized grey denim jacket, with a pair of white and pink Nike high-top sneakers.

"Where are you girls going?" My mom asks as she walks out of the living room, stopping to look up at us as we walk down the stairs.