No Street

CHAPTER THREE: THE RIDE

Since both Myra and I were both captured, I didn't feel like a loner, so, it was pretty decent. I'm a pretty chill, easygoing person, so I didn't freak out. Also, as I said before, I'm an outdoors person, so I just enjoyed the ride. I don't know what time it was. It had to be at least 12:00 A.M.

Eventually we came into a ghetto neighbor hood. You could tell it was ghetto. Well, at least I know that this dude has some good taste.

We came up to a big wooden box. It almost looked like that porter potty in Shrek. Gladly, it wasn't.

The Motor bike rider with Myra stood outside while the dude that I was with put me in the box and uncuffed me. He shut the door and sat across from me. For a while, and I mean a while, neither of us said anything. I finally came up with the courage to say something.

"Tyrone?"

"How'd you know?"

"You don't want to know. Why did you kidnap me? What's going on? Where's Myra? Who has Myra? Tyrone? What's wrong? Tyrone?"

"I was saving you. The people's house you were at, and the person that killed your Grandma, they are all out to get you and since Myra is with you, we saved her too."

"How did you know? How did you know where I would be? WHERE IS MYRA!?"

"Another neighbor hood. And I knew because those people were out to get me. I remember being on the bus and you saying something about that house. I couldn't let you just die. I'm sorry I couldn't save your family. Have you cried yet? You know? Because of your family?"

Come to think of it. I haven't cried yet. All this time I've been trying to keep it together and save both Myra and myself. Trying to make sense of it all. I feel bad for not crying. I guess this whole thing has been so riveting that I didn't even notice my fear and my sorrow. I know Myra cried. She cried in her sleep. I haven't slept in a couple of days, and I'm still wide awake. Funny right? I guess so.

"No." I finally replied after a few seconds of ponder.

"Do you need to?"

"Yes"

"Then do so. Why not? Do you need me to leave?"

I thought for a moment. "No. I need somebody to talk to. Somebody who is not I. I have to stop talking to myself and constantly telling myself that everything will be okay. And that nothing anymore bad will happen. Fuck. I forgot my phone. Dropped it while I was running. My family is dead. I have nowhere to go. I guess I'm going to stay here the rest of my life? I just. Ugh! I don't know what to do. And to be honest. I knew who you were by your smell. You always had that good distinct smell that I've always like. And to be honest, I like you. Since day one. I know that sounds a little over obsessive, but, I don't care. Don't think I'm just saying this because I'm 'emotionally vulnerable' because I'm not. I'm just pouring my heart out at the moment. I wouldn't blame you if you walked out of... whatever this is, right now. I wouldn't because I know how you are and people liking you. You're so modest, and I've always have wondered why. I never ask because I'm scared to ask you. And I hope all this hasn't ruined our friendship. But fuck it if it has."

I sat quietly and waited on an answer. For a few minutes all I got was silence. It was still pitch black, so he couldn't see my tears, and he couldn't hear my sobs.

"Ummmm... I have to go check up on Reggie."

I smile a small smile "So he was Myra's little Fluffier Nugget"

"Fluffier Nugget?"

"Never mind. Just go."

Soon after Tyrone left, I heard a knock at the door.

I do nothing. I say nothing. I sit. The door opens and.... and... And.... It's just Reggie. I guess they switched? I don't know.

"OMG! Reggayyyy!" I always tell him that whenever I see him.

"SHHH! Do you want someone to hear you?! Do you know this neighbor hood?!"

I look at him like he's stupid. "Obviously. It's the ghetto. Who doesn't love this neighbor hood? Anyway, why can't I leave this place? I got people in this neighborhood. I can bunk with them. Can I go, PLEASE?!"

He looks at me like I'm crazy. Which I am. "No. They don't suspect you here. Do you want the people to eat you? Look. Tyrone told me what happened. What I'm wondering though is if he told you what happened. Did he?"

"Not in detail," I replied.

"Well. Then I should tell you. Okay. One day we were walking the street about to go get Timmy and Liam to play Football. No judgments at this part. There was a lady on the porch and she asked for our house. I didn't think anything of it, but Tyrone didn't trust her. He wouldn't have gone up there if I didn't. When they went up there, we saw that they had Tyrone's girl friend."

"Who's his girl friend?"

"Terriah"

At this time I was a little shocked but I kept listening. Reggie went on.

"The lady and her whole family were after us. I'm just surprised that Terriah didn't die. Anyway, he went, untied her, and saved her life. Ever since then we have been saving people from attacks and from those people. I heard that you and Myra were the only ones that got out of the house in time. How'd you know when to get out?"

I looked out of the small window. I saw an eye. It was red and yellow. I didn't say a word. I had no idea how long the person has been there. I tapped Reggie on the shoulder and pointed in that direction. He took out his walkie talkie and said: "Help"

At that moment, it felt like everything fell apart. Everything got shaky and scary. It was weird, a couple minutes later it disappeared. The door opened. I remained silent. It was barely dawn outside. I could faintly see anything, not even Reggie.

Okay. It was alright. It was just Tyrone and Myra. I'm surprised that they didn't kill eachother. They can't stand each other. I remembered those days when we would be in Social Studies and all Tyrone and Terriah and Myra would just argue and bicker and I would always be the one to help make peace, but sometimes epically fail. I now realize that ever since I told Tyrone how I felt about him, he and I wouldn't be friends anymore. We would just be... awkward associates. I guess that's just how it do. I wonder where this friendship is going to go from here.