“But you’re still awake.”
She laughs at my answer, “Fair, but that’s because I just got done feeding the baby, and now I’m wide awake. Somehow tired all day, yet can’t sleep at night. Now, what’s wrong with you?”
“Fuck…” I trail not really knowing what to say over the phone. The line is quiet as I try to contemplate what to say, how to tell her what I need to talk to her about. I’m sure she can already hear the hesitation in my voice and I hear a door close on the other end.
“I’ll meet you there.” She says to me, I guess hearing how fucked-up my head is through the phone.
“Shit, nah, it’s cool…”
“Ro, stop.” She snaps at me. “What is about to happen is either you’re going to meet me there or I’ll be sitting by myself, and I know you’re not going to leave a pregnant woman waiting at a diner by herself in the middle of the night.”
“You’re not pregnant anymore.” I laugh out into the phone.
“Shh,” She laughs. “I meant a postpartum mom. Fuck, I need more sleep.”
“Fine.” I mutter as she lets out a victorious laugh as I kill the line.
I notice the headlights closing in behind me until they are next to me. I glance over to my left, recognizing the car… as mine. The window rolls down, and I see Sadie looking at me.
“What the fuck?” I shout at her as I pull up my visor.
“I could ask the same thing.” She yells back across the seat and window, at me.
Shaking my head I shout again. “Go back, Sadie.”
“No, pull over!” She yells back.
“No. Go back to the clubhouse.”
“Ro, pull the fuck over!”
Cutting my eyes at her, I pull back down my visor as I pull down on the throttle and start to speed up. I can hear the car at my side whine as she downshifts and begins to speed past me, until right before she’s completely passed me, she cuts the wheel directly in front of me. “Fuck!” I shout, as I twist the handlebars and slide to a stop off of the road, a dirt cloud surrounding me.
What the fuck did she just do?
I move off of the bike, quickly, and unbuckle the helmet as I throw it to the ground before I’m seething over to the car.
It’s almost droll how calm she is when she steps out, standing up straight and just looking at me. I’m sure already capable of reading the rage in my eyes, but unfazed by it.
“What the fuck, Sadie?”
“It got you to stop, didn’t it?”
“You could have killed me.”
“You’re being melodramatic, again.” She rolls her eyes, walking around the car.
“I don’t feel like getting heated for you cutting me off when you could have killed me, is being melodramatic.”
“I took a chance that you wouldn’t die.” She shrugs, nonchalantly, I can feel my rage boiling over much like it did earlier today in the shower. “I calculated that, since you’re the president, you’ve probably been riding for a while and pretty good at it. So, I assumed that the possibilities of you getting off road without hurting yourself were pretty good. I also figured that it would spin you up into a frenzy and you would stop.” I almost wish her explanation wasn’t as good as it is. Here I was thinking she just acted without thinking whereas she actually thought it through.
“How’d you get the car?”
“Your keys were in the room. I’ve been staring at them for the last few days.” I have to consciously keep the humor off my face.
“How did you even find me?”
“I followed the blood trail.” She smirks, nodding down. Following her motion, I look down at my wrist only understanding now how I’ve been bleeding this entire time. “I’m kidding, I was right behind you most of the way. I waited until there wasn’t any traffic. Let me wrap it.” I’m reluctant, but slowly nod my head telling her okay.
