Dangerously Peaceful

Chapter Two

I started packing all of my clothes and everything I'll be needing. ATM cards, and pocket money. I pulled from the cupboard a bottle of rum and shoved it inside my traveling bag. Then I heard someone's knocking on my door. I'm only betting on one person behind that door.

Amanda. She's in her pajamas with a worry on her face. Then she saw a glimpse of my bag.

“Luke? Are you leaving? But, why? What happened? You can't do that. How are you gonna live on your own?”

God, she's as loud as ever even in the middle of the night.

“Sshh! Sshhh! Okay, okay. I'll tell you.” I pulled her inside my room.

“Can you just do me a favor, just once?”

She nodded.

“Keep quiet like a fucking dead mouse, alright?”

She quickly placed her hand on her mouth then apologized in a low voice.

I took a deep breath then nodded.

“Alright, I'm, I'm gonna leave this place. This place is dull than ever. Our parents? They're not worth to be called parents, Amanda. Believe me.”

“What do they want you to do?”

“They want me to run their lame business. Making me live my life like the way they live theirs. And you know I don't want that, right? We both know that.”

“Where are you gonna live? How are you gonna survive out there?”

“I'm the road's rebel, Amanda. Ever since. So don't worry about me, okay?” I comforted her.

“A-are we still gonna have some communication after this?”

“Well, yeah, sure. You're the only family I got, I guess?”

She nodded. She hugged me tightly, but I don't have the guts to hug her back. I'm just not comfortable. I just patted her back once.

“Alright, uh, I, I gotta go. Go back to your room, Amanda.” I watched her walk out of my room.

I quickly changed my clothes are readied myself for the next few days of freedom and danger of the real world outside this crappy place.

Instead of going out of the house by the main door, I went out of the house by my window by climbing down the tree that is exactly beside my room then went straight ahead to our garage and checked on the gas tank of my motorbike.

Shit. Almost empty. I had no choice. I guess I have to leave my motorbike behind. But I remembered we have tons of gas refills but I was thinking if I'm gonna use my car, I can use it to take a rest; unlike the motorbike. I took off the cover and slammed my bag inside then quickly moved around the garage and took four containers of gas and grabbed my own tools and stored them in the bumper.

I started the car's engine and for goodness sake, it started smoothly then I strode off to the main gate and went out to the world.

I checked the compartment of the car and I still got a box of cigarettes. I lit one stick and smoked as I journeyed through the busy place of New York in full speed. I felt the air of freedom and danger of the real world. This is what I want. And this is what I chose. There's no turning back.

Few minutes, I was thinking where should I really head. Then I felt my stomach grumbled, so I thought I should head for McDonald's drive through. I bought nuggets, a cheeseburger, and fries. I went to a convenient store and bought another bottle of wine and Coca Cola. Then as I was eating, I had the thought of going over to South America and just stop in for motels.