Just Another Secret.

Chapter 56

Kahlil

When I wake up she's gone.

I get ready for school. When I head down to the kitchen, there she is.

She gives me a small wave with a smile that is just a quick lift of the lips, but I'll take it.

She places a plate of toast, eggs and sliced sausage and apples on the table.

"For me?" I ask, pointing to myself.

She nods before turning back to the stove.

"Your mom left early," she tells me.

"Alright..." I'm not a fan of the energy in this room right now.

Keisha sits in front of me and eats. More like she pushes the food around on the plate.

"I'm sorry." She looks at me.

I'm caught off guard. "Hm?"

"I was just upset. I wasn't thinking straight. I shouldn't have—"

I stop her there. "If you believe things will be better if you take time for yourself then I'm fine stepping back. I'll always be there for you, Keisha. You're my one. Don't forget that."

She inhales a sharp breath and closes her eyes.

Keisha

***

"I'm your dad. I'm still learning to figure out this life thing too. Nothing will be too hard for you to overcome. And if you think it is I'm here to fight your battles. Keisha-Rae, you're my one. Don't forget that."

***

I don't reply to Kahlil.

I'm surprised he hasn't asked about yesterday. I know he knows. Tamera wouldn't have his car for no reason.

"Why aren't you asking?" I change the subject.

"I don't want to bombard you with questions when you are probably clouded yourself."

"I don't mind."

"Okay just one question. What were you doing for you to wreak your bike? If Tamera said crash or scratched I would've thought differently but she used the word wreak."

"I was on the highway. I was speeding. A car switched into my lane to break check me. I tried to stop but I was going too fast, so the bike swerved, then spun and I slammed into the divider."

"And you are okay?" He stares at me wide eyed. 

I nod. "When Grandad was teaching me about bikes he would make me do this drill where I'd be on the dirt bike and crash into logs. It taught me how to land safely if I ever was knocked off my bike."

"And the bike?"

"Um, so I said I slammed into the divider. I was launched over the divider and down one of those grassy hills. The bike was dangling off the divider and fell on top of a 24 wheeler below... yes, it was on the bridge part of the highway."

"What the heck, Keisha." He clearly doesn't know what to say or do.

"My bike cams are probably the only reason I'm not facing any charges."

"You were speeding," he deadpans.

I smirk a little. "To overtake my lane means the break checker needed to be going faster than me. I was going 110 kilometres the checker was going 130 and we only know that because I have a cam on the back of the bike too. The bike recorded my fall. And it got the crash into the trailer. Do you think they'd be worried about my speeding?"