"Nebulous secrets woven with tenebrous lies, nothing a rage rush can't kill."
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Maeve Blue was a clueless girl when it came to highschool drama. Thriving to be as helpful to her father as she coul...
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R OA D R A G ER S
nebulous secrets woven with tenebrous lies, nothing a rage rush can't kill.
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INTRODUCING . . .
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T H E R O A D R AG E R S . . .
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I snorted as Cathy walked in wearing her mother's pink wig, shimmying her hips to the beat of the music as I tried not to loose my bits while guffawing un-lady like. Cathy narrowed her eyes at me, "What are you laughing at?" She asked as if her ridiculous outfit wasn't obvious enough.
Mori, Cathy's younger brother happened to enter through the front door in the moment but stopped mid-step contemplating whether he had broken into someone else's home, because the poor boy didn't recognize his own sister.
I didn't blame him.
I was busy laughing that I almost missed my phone buzzing in my back pocket, I was always carefree while at Cathy's but as Mori weirdly watched his sister trying to scratch the wig off her head, I excused myself to answer the call.
"Maeve."
"Dad? Everything alright?"
He sighed through the phone, "I feel funny. I think I'm going to be sick, dear. Could you possibly pick me up?" I immediately agreed, my dadvworked shifts on the outskirts of the town, his makeshift garage is what placed food on our table.
"I'll see if I can manage Eric's truck. I'll let you know dad." I said and hung up, walking right back in to find Mori hiding behind his mother's back while Cathy snarled at him. I rolled my eyes, it wasn't anything new.
"Cathy. I need your dad's truck, I have to go to the garage. Dad isn't feeling well." I murmur the last part, previous few months dad's health has been on the radar of a seesaw, one day he's fine the other he feels nauseous and heavy. It is concerning but he manages to shrug it off always.
Cathy nodded noticing my light voice and fetches the keys for the vehicle before putting on her jacket, I raise my eyebrow confused. "What are you doing?"
"I'm coming with you." She admits quickly.
"I don't need you to."
"But I still will. Let's go, before the weather betrays us." My lips curve at her perseverance and before we know it, we're driving through the empty highways of our infamous town to the disheveled outskirts.
Both of us consigned to the oblivion that our lives may twist into a tale of blasphemy and venture all in one night's doing.
