Wolf | Tyler, The Creator

Bastard

In the morning, Wolf headed out on Slater. He rode to Salem's cabin and knocked on the door. Her friend answered; the one who made fun of him for asking out Salem.

'Hey, is Salem here?' Wolf asked.

'Who? It's 9 am get out of here,' she replied.

'Just let me know if she comes in,' he said, about to turn around.

'Honestly dude I have no idea who you're talking about. Maybe go see the therapist,' she suggested, before closing the door.

Wolf was confused. How could she not know Salem? She'd been staying there and only there as long as Wolf had known her. Surely she hadn't just...

Wolf biked to the therapist's office as quickly as he could. He looked at the sign on the door; Dr Brad Scoffern...

'What the-,' he thought to himself, 'what happened to TC?'

By killing off Samuel, Wolf also killed everyone he'd ever imagined. Including the love of his life. Samuel was right.

'I've got to get out of here. I've got to...I've got to find her.'

Wolf jumped on his bike and sped down the beaten dirt path. He skidded around the front of the office and shot through the gap between the boom gates. He tore down the long driveway, leaving a large trail of dust behind him as he rode. Between the trees beams of sunlight were trickling through, warming Wolf's face. Eventually, the vegetation got thin, and the sun was beaming down. He jumped the curb and found his way back onto the main road. He flew down the highway and rode straight for hours. Eventually, he saw a sign for it; Okaga, California.

'Home.' Wolf thought to himself.

He rode strong and fast, not stopping for anything and speeding up where he could.

He tore through the suburbs and shot up his hill, just he and his BMX bike he called Slater. He skidded around the curb and down his driveway. Wolf opened the garage and sitting there he saw it. A beautiful, white McLaren sports car. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Then, it all came flooding back