The Ride

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On the side of the road, hood up. Nobody notices me and if they do they just figure I'm a cyclist on my morning route. How long have I been cycling one hour, two. It doesn't matter what matters is that in time I will be safe. I distract myself with my favorite memories of me and April. Us holding each other on a late August day. When we watched our favorite movies while she was sick for 3 weeks straight, I stayed there everyday day and night. Our slow kisses under rainbows. Our love growing stronger with every breath. With her I was safe. Forever and always. I stop for a couple minutes to really think this through and now I know that I will have to break up with her, for my safety and for hers. I don't want my dad thinking that she caused me to run away and I don't want my dad to find me. It's for he best. I hope. I start to pedal again slowing my pace and enjoying the day.

All of a sudden my bike lurches forward quickly and in a jerky motion and I fling off the highway and into a ditch. I look up and see that the person who hit me had stopped and was getting out of the car to check on me. I ran as fast as I could and dove into a bush. The lady looked for a while then shrugged andfwent on her way.

I got back on my bike and was riding smoothly. For one instant I turn my head towards the cars and my breath stops. I think I might be sick.

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