I staggered out of the orphanage, my mind foggy because of all the information it received. I couldn't believe it.
Why is he being released?
He had done so many crimes. I wasn't his only victim.
He was accused of raping at least three girls, buying and selling drugs, and carrying a weapon.
His sentence was 20 years in the least... So what changed?
I realized that my feet had taken me to Lena's house.
Her father was a soldier who died in the army, and her mother is a psychiatrist whose barely home, so I hang out at her place a lot.
I rang the bell two times before she finally opened the door.
"What do y'all want I just came back from s- Jade why are you crying?!"
I didn't even know I was crying until I felt my wet cheeks.
"Lena... He's gonna be released, and someone is taking me to America, and I don't want to go..."
My voice cracked at the end, and I realized that I need to get my mind off of this mess.
"I'm going to take it out of your basement."
Lena looked confused for a second, then her eyes widened in understanding.
"You really shouldn't, I mean you promised me you'd stop, you gave it to me with the keys and I-"
"I can't stop, alright? I'm gonna go, whether you want me to or not."
I turned away and headed towards her basement, where I kept my most valuable possession.
My motorcycle.
The love of my life. I bought this when I was 16, with money I collected here and there. I started racing the same day I bought it, and of course lost many many times, but eventually, with practice, I managed to rise to become one of the best racers in the illegal races.
Then I received a threat, telling me that if I don't stop racing, everyone I care about will die, and I was too frightened to defy the sender and continue my sport. So I stopped and hid in the shadows.
Until now. Racing is in my blood. The wind running through my hair, the excitement when I was going full speed...
Nothing can compare to that.
So I opened the basement door and saw it right there.
My Ducati 1098.
A really expensive car, but I bought mine used, so it was way cheaper.
I admired it for a few minutes, then proceeded to mount it and rev the engine.
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I reached the track and instantly everyone went quiet. It was like the world had stopped spinning, and was waiting for me to do something.
So I did.
"Who wants to race?"
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