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Safe with me.
Angel
The motorcycle roars through the darkest parts the county, filling it with noise. With my arms tightly locked around Father Daddy's strong body, it's not nearly as frightening. I squeeze him with my thighs, my body aligned with his, just like he told me to do. When we turn, he scrapes so low to the ground that it seems as if we’re going to fall right off and go tumbling into the ditch. But he told me not to turn away. So I don't turn away. I ride with him, leaning into the turns just like he does.
Our bodies move together, navigating the machine over hills, past anywhere I've ever known. Even through the heavy helmet, the noise is almost deafening.
But I don't mind. We're together. He's going to keep me safe. I just know it.
After a while, there are lights coming up on the horizon again. It looks like a lot of lights. Maybe a town. I've never seen a town in real life, only in books and occasionally a movie or something that somebody would play in the compound. But I’ve never been out here. It's like a dream someone else had, but it's undeniably real.
There are lights of all colors. As we get closer, I can see that there are tall signs. Waffle house. Country buffet. A giant fat boy with a checkered waistcoat and hamburger over his head.
I squint at the sights as we fly by, barely having enough time to piece out any of the details before the thing is gone. He swerves again, turning across traffic into the parking lot under a big sign that says Motel.
It’s an L-shaped, two-story building with dozens of doors facing the parking lot. He stops the bike in a parking spot and shifts slightly. I know he wants me to get off, so I do, standing next to him as he turns off the motor and leans the bike on its stand.
“You just let me do the talking,” he says.
Of course, I think. I wouldn’t have a clue what to say.
The bell rings over the door as we walk into the room marked Office. A skinny man sits by the desk with his feet up on the counter, peering at a magazine with a underdressed girl on the front cover.
“Evening,” Father Daddy says politely.
There’s a bulge in the front of the man's lower lip and he pokes at it with his tongue before he says anything.
“You got ID for her?” is what he says.
“Just give me a room for the night. I’ve got cash,” Father Daddy answers. His voice is tight and unforgiving. I hope this man complies quickly.
He shrugs and looks down at his magazine, flipping a couple pages before he speaks up again. I hear him sniff for a long time, the mucus sound crackling wetly through his sinuses.
“Can’t do it,” he snorts. “It's against policy.”
“I don’t care about your policy,” Father Daddy answers. He nudges me with the heel of his hand, directing me to stand behind him. Obediently, I shuffle out of sight. He's so broad, I just disappear in his shadow.
“You can do it, friend,” Father Daddy says in his preacher’s voice. “It's just one night, then we will be on our way.”
“Can't do it,” the guy says again. “Sheriff will be here in just a minute, too. I already hit the buzzer when I saw you in the lot. You gotta be twenty-one to get a room in this county, and I bet you already knew that. Why don’t you weirdos just be on your way then?”
Father Daddy shifts his weight back on his heels. Apparently we’re leaving.
When we get back into the parking lot, he smiles at me for just half a second before he gets back on the bike.
“Now, don't you worry about a thing, you hear me?” he tells me. He lowers his chin and makes sure that I'm looking right at him. “It's all gonna be fine, Angel. Just give me a second to sort this out.”
“I know, Daddy,” I answer.
He smiles at me, for real. Teeth and dimples and everything. I see some of the tension leave his shoulders.
“That's right, girl. I'll take care of this.”
We back out and ride off down the street. After just a few minutes is another motel, strikingly similar to the first but this one's sort of blue. He rolls just past it and parks by the hamburger restaurant next door.
“Now, you just stay here, for just a minute. Just wait for me and I'll be right back, all right?”
“Yes, all right,” I agree.
