Escaping RiverCreek

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Spring Break to Summer

Sore and stiff from the playoff tournament, Cory climbs into Rick's Man-Van. He's pulled inside when Tara reaches out taking his battered and beaten body. He can't even cry out in agony before she plants a prolonged kiss on his lips.

"Oh yeah, now that's sexy!" Kayla taunts staring back at them.

Groaning from her squeezing his body, Cory breaks away from the kiss to sit upright in the seat. "Ugh, I hurt all over. Sorry sweetie, but I took a beating this weekend."

Tara instantly releases her grip, sliding back against the arm rest. "I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"It's fine love, just got to be gentle for a few days. The entire team is feeling it, but damn it was worth it."

Rick roars up, yelling out the window.

"Yeah, state champs' baby! Team captain right here, Cold Cory Dubois, leader, lover, and best friend people. Right here in the RiverCreek Man-Van! About to go out to the Disgraced Thru Grace concert!"

Cory's confused by the last part of the announcement. "Who is Disgraced Thru Grace?

Rick rotates his eyes to speak.

"Oh man, they're touring with F.O.W.L., which uh is Freedom Over World Leaders. F.O.W.L., they're a radical 90's gangster rap group that never signed to a major label. Figured I'd treat everyone to the show. Tickets were cheap and we're front row. Plus, Disgraced Thru Grace is a new rock band that's doing the fair tour with them."

Listening to Rick explain about the group, they listen to one of their CDs on the way to the fairgrounds for the concert.

After parking over in the grass, the kids get out, marching along the gravel road. They stop at the gate, where Rick pulls out four tickets, handing them over to security.

"Thank you. Enjoy the show, kids."

Rick hands each of them a ripped ticket stub after they walk onto the open field. The front row is standing room-only down by the elevated stage. The crowd gathers swiftly, causing the noise to be louder than any of them expected.

Shortly after the lights turn on, a voice emanates from behind the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending today's show. Please give a round of applause for the opening performer. Straight out of the Dirty South, from Atlanta, Georgia, he is known for stirring up havoc on a microphone. Give it up for J-Faktur."

The crowd gets loud as a Caucasian young adult male with brown and bleached-blond hair, wearing an Atlanta Thrashers jersey with baggy Paco Jeans, walks out on stage.

"Hello, St. Paul. Sup? Y'all ready to get this party started and outta control?"

The crowd roars louder when the first beat begins.

"Hey, uh, yeah, uh let me get a feel of the spill. Here we go, it's a thrill to seal the deal of the rap game, so I'm here to build my name, making y'all think that I'm insane. I'm just OC that's outta control, being straight with ya, ya know. Gonna put it down in this town with a sound like ya never heard when ya listen to my words. Hitting the road with my band expanding my brand, can't keep my head in the sand cuz I gotta plan. Gonna set the stage ablaze at the sound of my name. It'll make ya go. Outta control, don't ya know."

Rick begins to get into the song, waving his hand in the air. "He's pretty good huh, Core," he shouts over the beat.

"Yeah, not too bad. Sorry, I'm not that into it yet, I feel like hell, man, but thank you for this."