- 6.
When I went to the living room to get a glass
of water, I saw Ashley sneaking out of her
room.
She had a helmet in her hand, like she was
going racing.
I pretended not to see anything and kept
pouring my water.
Ashley paused.
Then, she came over.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
“Say what?”
I asked.
Ashley was the Miller’s daughter, but she
loved riding motorcycles.
I remembered Ashley had been in an accident
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before.
Every time she snuck out to ride her
motorcycle, I would curse her and tell her to
be careful.
Ashley always acted like I was a pain in the
ass.
“Why are you being so annoying?
I’m riding a motorcycle, not going to war, so
chill out!
You’re not my brother, Brandon doesn’t even
say anything, so why should you?”
Even though I knew she was annoyed, I would
still tell her to be careful before she left.
But all those times I’d cared about her
vanished with the unanswered cries for help
over the past five years.
Ashley’s face darkened.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll crash if I drive too fast?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t know about that.
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Isn’t the thrill what it’s all about?”
“If you don’t have anything else to say, I’m
going back to my room?”
Ashley blocked my path.
I tried to go around her, but she stopped me.
“So, we sent you to the crazy house for five
years.
Are you going to hold a grudge forever?
If you hadn’t been bullying Brandon, would we
have sent you there?”
She smiled coldly.
Every time we argued, she would accuse me
of bullying Brandon.
Then, she would watch me break down.
But this time, I just shook my head calmly.
“I’m not angry.
Really.”
She seemed very angry and kicked the table.
- 7.
