Greeny (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2: Accomplice

"Please, just give me one chance. I need help."

The annoyed look in her aged eyes crumbled my hope into microscopic pieces and soon drifted away into the cold night air. Her dark brown eyes had lost their warm glow, and now reflected the skeleton of a once peaceful girl who had turned into a monster. My heart along with my hands were frozen, and my hair black like my darkened soul. My lips quivered as the frigid air stripped them of their moisture and the reeking house that smelled of old mothballs filled my bitter nose.

'Come on. Breathe in...breathe out. Try again.'

"Give me one chance to start over. I'm done with my mother...for good. All I want is -"

My voice came out in whispers, but the firmness that consumed it couldn't be ignored. Her bottom eye twitched as I stuffed my pale hands in the deep pockets of Clyde's hoodie. My head snapped towards his motorcycle and I saw that he still wore his helmet, but I could tell that he stared at me from the road. I lightly tapped my foot in an attempt to keep it from numbing at the nose-prickling weather. The autumn trees had long disappeared as we had rode into the city to this almost forgotten address.

'I told you not to have hope. Hope shouldn't exist.'

"Listen to me girl. I don't need you and your problems here. I have enough worries at it is, and I don't want you and your mother to become an addition to the list."

Her grey hair whipped across her face with the night air before she turned her back to me as she walked back into the safety of her quaint home. The tone in her voice struck cords in my heart that I thought had long disappeared.

"Are you really going to give up on your child? Delilah-my mother-your daughter-is sick. If not her, help me. I'm your granddaughter. Please. The day my dad died I knew everything was going to change-"

"I offered you a place to stay, but you refused. My child has fallen down a deep hole and I believe that she'll die before she will be able to climb out of it. Now leave before I call the police and let them send you back to your mother."

My face twisted into a scowl as I remembered the woman that baked me cookies every time I came to visit her, and snuck me candy against my parents wishes, but instead a cold and heartless woman stood in front of me. Before I knew it, water splashed against my pants leg as I ran down the steep steps that led to the deserted road. Time seemed to slow down as my vision was corrupted by the city lights that twinkled ahead of us.

"Did you find whoever you were looking for?"

As I pushed my hair back and slid the helmet over my face I whispered, "Nope, but then again this is my family."

The low growl of the bike subsided as Clyde removed the keys along with his helmet before his gaze fell upon me.

'What is he staring at?'

His eyes wandered across my face and stared at my unruly hair which sent a feeling of warmth up my spine. Suddenly, his eyes grew dark and the curious look in them faded into flashes of anger and fear.

"What!"

"Hang on to me, don't look back, and most importantly don't ask questions."

Before I could ask what he meant, we had made a complete U-turn and sped down the street. Out of nowhere, two black motorcycles appeared on the left and right hand sides of us.

'What in the hell is going on?'

"Clyde-," the fear that resided in my voice was made prominent as we sped up and raced down the darkening road, away from the safety of the city lights. My eyes couldn't process anything in front of me because of how fast we were going which caused a blinding effect. My hair swirled around my face and was raised off my neck letting cold seep underneath the hoodie. We took a sharp turn, almost sending me flying off the bike as the sounds of engines filled the still night air.