Take a Ride With Me
1066 Words
Maria's P.O.V
I love riding on Sledge's motorcycle, and it's exhilarating. I can feel the wind whipping by me, and it's like I'm in my own world. With each turn and acceleration, my problems seem less and less. The faster he goes, the tighter I hold on to him. I don't feel awkward holding him tight, although deep inside, I know I won't be as comfortable when the ride stops.
Whenever we go for a ride, it feels like all of my feelings are temporarily gone. We can't talk, but being with each other and feeling like we don't need to is nice. I feel so comfortable with Sledge. I don't know why, though. I want to get to know him. I already have feelings for him. All of these feelings are so new to me, though. He knows a lot about my past, and he has never judged me. Sometimes I wonder if he is with me because he pities me for being weak or if he has feelings for me the way I do for him. I am used goods. He probably has a thousand different females falling at his feet. I see how the club women look at him, and he's gorgeous.
Flashback
Seven years old
Mom, Mom! Look at me. Look at what I can do! I yelled at her, giggling as I rode my bicycle with no training wheels. I loved the feeling of the wind making my hair blow around.
"Yeah, Yeah, I see ya," she said, putting the cigarette out and waving me off as she walked inside. She barely even watched me. She didn't care that I could ride the bike. I sadly watched as she walked into the house.
"Look at you go, " Sisquo yelled, breathing hard because he had been running to catch up with me. He had taken my training wheels off because he said I was a big girl now.
"Mom didn't want to watch me ride my bike," I told him, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting.
" Yes, she did. She said you did a good job, and she loves you. You weren't paying attention. You have to pay better attention, little one," Sisquo told me as he pinched and tickled my sides. He continually lied to hide my mother's dislike for me. I just wanted her to love on me the way other kids' mothers did.
For a long time, that was our go-to. If things got crazy, we went outside to ride bikes or whatever Sisquo came up with at the time. Sometimes we would go out in the rain cause Sisquo hated to hear my mom and Alejandro fight. Many of their arguments were about how much time Alejandro wanted to spend with me, and she didn't like it.
I always loved those days with Sisquo because no one else got to be outside at any time, especially in the rain. The other kids in the neighborhood would be watching us through the window, wanting to come out.
Sisquo lost his ability to be a child and had to always care for me. He always gave me his time and attention when he could. Even when he moved out of the house, he still sent me money and bought me whatever I needed. I just thought that was the way things went. I assumed everyone's big brother clothed and fed them. I was naive and didn't understand what was happening around me.
Maria's P.O.V.
Present
Sledge slowed down as we stopped in front of an ice cream shop. I hopped off the bike and pulled my helmet off. I watched as Sledge pulled his helmet off, and my breath hitched. He's about 6ft4, his curly hair was in a large braid, and his curls were popping out all over. He had on his dark-colored jeans and a white polo shirt. He always dressed nicely, and when he smiled, I would get lost in silver-colored eyes. They had dark specs in them, a beautiful but unusual color.
"Maria, are you okay?" Sledge called as I stared at him, lost in my thoughts.
"Oh," I whispered, looking around embarrassed. I just got lost in my thoughts, I said, blushing.
"It's okay he laughed," pulling me towards the ice cream store.
Sledge P.O.V
When I thought I might want to stay, I called my dad to let him know. He said, " well, she must be special if you want to hang around there." he told me. I could hear the amusement in his voice. My dad had to set me up multiple times with women since I turned 18.
"I don't know anything about her yet. She's beautiful. I am amazed at her strength; if anything, I want to help her see it in herself." I told him, waiting to hear him say pull your head out of your ass like he usually does.
He didn't say that, though. "Not everyone is cut out for club life?" He said, sighing, and I knew what he was thinking. A brother left a while back because his ol'lady hated club life. It rubbed all of us the wrong way.
" Dad, I don't think that will be an issue. I am also not saying I am about to marry her either. I want to stay around and see if it could work out. It is not serious right now. She has to get her life in order and figure out what that will look like for her. If anything, I want to help her through it," I told him assertively so he would know the conversation was over.
" Well, it sounds like you have already made your mind up. Just know home is always here when you need it," my dad said. He always reminded me of this. At first, it aggravated me, but my dad has always been there to take care of me when I needed it. It is probably why I always want to take care of other people.
Maria walked in the door smiling as I held it open for her. The breeze picked up her vanilla-scented perfume. I had grown to love this scent; many women wear it, but it just smells better on her. I already knew that one day Maria would be my ol'lady. I will patiently wait until she is ready.
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