“Okay, and they’ve had it for what 5 years. How long did you had it?”
“12.” He mumbles as if he really doesn’t want to answer the question.
“Okay. Is there a point we can sneak in somewhere that no one else would know about unless you specifically showed them.”
Almost as if me saying exactly that triggers something, he smirks slightly, nodding his head. “Yeah.” I start to move back over to the bike when he stops me. “But it’s not that simple.”
“So, what do you want to do? Go back to LA and come out again tomorrow with more people bringing a bigger target to yourselves.”
Groaning, he shakes his head back at me.
“Then what?” I snap out before I watch him bring out his phone and presses a couple of times on the screen before he lifts it up to his ear.
“You guys ready, meet me at the hanger? Where your kuttes.” I glance up at him and he nods his head as he hangs up the phone, lookingback at me. “You’re right.” He stops as he steps closer to me and sighs. “Sadie… is this real?” His eyes feeling like they’re looking into my soul.
“What do you mean?” I ask him.
“I know, it’s soon, but what may happen in there… shit. I’m not trying to say that I…” He groans out, trailing, as he looks away from me, completely uncomfortable with what he’s trying to say. Somehow, I know exactly what it is.
“Ro,” I reach out, touching him, “I know it’s soon, and I can’t explain it, but the connection is real. And I’m in it to figure out where it’s going. I get it, if this isn’t real, you’re concerned that if I’m just doing all of this to use you for what you’re doing for me… it’s a lot. And you don’t want me to see, and potential do things if I’m not all in.”
He exhales as he looks back towards me, slowly nodding his head, and smirks. “Okay.” He walks back over to the bike, putting on his helmet, and stopping to strap mine before he kicks over, and then helps me onto the back. When the engine starts, I find myself scooting closer to him.
Leaning my head onto his back as he moves us further up the mountain, and around the top before we start down the opposite side, away from the warehouse or hanger as Ro called it on the phone, until it’s completely out of sight. It makes me smile as I think about him trusting me enough to be able to fight alongside with him. It’s something thathewould never have let me do. It’s the difference betweenhimand Ro. Ro doesn’t coddle me likehedid. No, Ro treats me as if he’s not afraid that I’m going to break. Granted,heand I had a much bigger age gap, and I was younger when I met him. But Ro treats me more like an equal.Hetreated me like I needed him to help me figuring everything out. And hell, maybe I did need him to help me figure everything out. Ro lets me face-plant, before he comes over and picks me up, brushing me off and forcing me to try again.
Pushing away from Ro’s back quickly I realize for the first time…
It’s been days since I have thought ofhim. I can’t remember the last time I went this long. I haven’t had any dreams as well and now I don’t need the numbness of the drugs to make them stop. The last dream I had was when we were at Caroline’s house.
They just stopped.
My heart aches when I think of myself letting go ofhim. Moving on with my life. I know that I promisedhimI would, but I’m not sure if I ever thought that I would actually be able to.
I don’t even notice that Ro has pulled to a stop inside of a cave in the mountain. “Sadie.” He says, turning to look at me, concerned.
“Sorry.” I mumble to myself as I kick off the bike and take off the helmet.
“What’s wrong?” He’s moving off of the bike, moving closer towards me.
“Nothing.” I look around trying to figure out what it is we’re doing here.
“Nightmare.” His voice is demanding as I reach up and brush the tear, that slipped out, away.
“You won’t like it.” I whisper still not turning around.
“I don’t care if I will like it.” His voice is moving closer to me from behind. “You don’t have to go in. You can stay here—”
“It’s not that…” I trail, finally turning around, and looking up at him. “I just realized, like just now, that I haven’t thought or dreamt about him in days.” It comes out in a whisper, but I force it all the way out.
He surprises me when he pulls me into his body. “I’m sorry.” He whispers to me causing me even more confusion.
“What? It’s not your fault.”
“I’ve been broken-hearted before. It sucks. I can only imagine exactly how you’re feeling, but I know that it can’t be fucking easy.” Before he chuckles, looking back down at me. “And it kind of is my fault.” A smug smirk spreads across his lips.
Rolling my eyes, I swat at his stomach making him laugh out loud this time.
“Baby,” He whispers before he holds onto my shoulders looking down at me. “He loved you, right?” I nod my head. “And he wanted you to be happy?” again I nod my head. “Then I know he would want you to keep going with your life.”
