No Better Heaven Than You.

Prime Time

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A I R I O A N N A•

"Why you being shy? This my homebody and his girlfriend they cool I swear." I'm not all to sure it had anything with me being shy, but it was the point. We had been here for only a week, and I enjoyed that week a lot. But now it's like he was always trying to find things for us to go out and do, was it just me? Or did you just sometimes want to get away to relax! I wanted to hear more stories about his childhood, more stories about his life and his grandparents old love. Not go out in the freezing cold, trying to be cute and go to the club to get drunk. Hell, wherever we were going we were clearly staying overnight. That bothered me the most, because we were here to spend time with his loved ones! I would never ditch my father to go hangout, knowing he was sick. His grandfather wasn't as sick as my dad by a long shot, but still.

"I'm not shy Tray, I just don't want to go out." I admitted, picking at my nails. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my head as he drove.

"You got 30 minutes before we pull up to tell me, why." Rolling my eyes, I turned to face him. He was starring at me, and he wasn't happy. Figures, if it wasn't Tray's way it was the wrong way.

"I just think it's...bold you're ditching your grandparents to hang with your homeboy and his girl. I mean why can't they just come our way? Your grandma-"

"My grandma's house ain't for partying and tonight isn't for worrying. Yes-"

"Yes nothing Tray, just forget it." I sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed if I kept it going.

"Mmcht! Is you really catching a attitude?" Ignoring him, I perked up when I heard him swearing under his breath. Oh? So that's what we're doing now?

"Don't start that shit bro!" I yelled, slapping his arm. Swearing louder when I hit him, I yelled when he slammed on the brakes in the middle of traffic. Horns and the screech of tires blared around us, as people swerved in and out of traffic to avoid ramming into us.

"What the fuck!" I hollered, punching him in his chest. That shit was beyond reckless and stupid! Who the fuck in they right mind does, some Bozo shit like that? Apparently Tracy Bills!

"What the fuck!" Glaring at me he mocked me, slamming his foot against the accelerator as he swerved in and out of traffic.

"Slow down tray! This isn't funny!" Glancing at me, he purposely sped up as the speed increased to 100. Gripping my chest as it started to feel tight, I glared at him when he blasted the radio. Drowning out my screams for him to slow down as he came off the ramp, I screamed when he made a hard right sending my torso into the armrest. What felt like seconds later, he hit a patch of black ice that sent the car into a spin out. Our bodies were tossed and thrown around like rag dolls in an instant, the sound of glasses shattering vibrating in my ears as horns and bystanders screams could be heard in the distance.

"Tray!" Squeezing my eyes closed, I felt tears burn down my face as memories burned into the back of my eyes as I covered my head feeling glass pelt my skin. When the car came to a stop, we were sideways in a snowy ditch as people stopped in traffic and ran to us. I couldn't hardly focus on anything but the fear engulfing my body, as I cried. I cried and I cried hard. My eyes were still sealed shut, as I felt arms wrap around me and pull me from the wreckage that was now his grandfathers car. Feeling snow under my body brought me back to reality, to see Tray's bloodied forehead in my view. His shirt was covered in blood, and his lips had small pieces of glass imbedded in it along with his temple. Reaching for his face, I winced finally taking a look at myself. My right arm burned painfully,and was twisted awkwardly at my wrist and elbow.