Death Riders.

Chapter Seven ; Cheers

Blake.-

I Grab My Phone, And Go Into My Contacts Pressing Call On My Bitches Number.

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Her; Hello

Me ; Hey Rose I'm Headed Back To Indiana Right Now.

Her ; Me To, But You'll Get There Before I Do Because Jericho Is Farther Then New Orleans.

Me ; Alright I'll See You In A Day Or So.

Her ; Alright Kid See You In A Few Days Love You.

Me ; Love You To Rose.

End Call.

I Throw My Phone Beside Me, And Turn The Radio Up To The Max.

Bad Moon Rising By Mourning Ritual. Starts Booming Through My Speakers.

I Smirk, And Look Up. I See The Welcome To Indiana Sign.

Great Home Sweet Home. Ha Yeah Right. Just Another Hell.

Don't Come Around Tonight There's A Bad Moon On The Rise.

I Smirk, And Press My Foot Harder On The Gas Pedal, Making The Motor Roar.

Lilly.-

I Pick Up My Pack Of Ciggs, And Grab One.

Lighting One I Take A Hit Off Of It, Letting It Burn My Lungs.

Sighing I Grab My Phone, And Look Through My Contacts.

Pressing Call On One Of Them. It Rings And Rings, But Goes To Voicemail.

I Press End, And Throw It Back Down. Stupid Son Of A Bitch Can't Even Answer His Phone For His Own Daughter.

Oh Well That Don't Matter, I'll Survive. Hah Have For 16 Years.

Taking The Last Hit Of My Cigg, I Flick It Out Of The Window.

Kayla By Eric Clapton. Starts Playing Quietly In The Background.

I Smirk, And Turn It Up As Loud As It Could Go.

I Can't Wait To Be Back Home, Even Only If Its For A Few Hours Hell Even Minutes.

You Got Me On My Knees Layla, I'm Beggin' Darlin' Please. Layla Darlin' Won't You Ease My Worried Mind.