Rivers Run Deep

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WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are
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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 3



Speed. It was the one thing that seemed to help. She was careful in town to make sure the Sheriff and his deputies didn’t have a reason to pull her over, but once she crossed the town limits, she shifted gears, released the clutch and hit the gas. The Kawasaki Ninja bike taking off, nearly a green streak across the horizon. She’d driven in cars before. They were ok, but she loved the bike. It was her brother’s pride and joy.


“Dad’s gona kill you for buying it, you know,” she told him.


“Yeah, well, it was my money, and my decision.” He ran the polishing cloth over the tank. It was beautiful, green and white, two wheels, and fast.


“So…” she asked, gently. “Do I get a ride?”


Her brother looked up at her from where he crouched, inspecting a scuff on the side. “Maybe. You got a helmet?” She shook her head no. “Then I guess if you want a ride, you better find one.”


“What the hell is that!?” The pair turned to see their father standing in the driveway. His car was towed, again. The truck was sitting at the curb lowering the poor beast. “Michel, what are you doing with that contraption?”


“I bought it, with my own money,” he said proudly.


“Well you’re not riding it.”


“Dad, you have no say. You haven’t since I turned eight-teen.”


The man looked at the young man before him. Their father was harsh, but only to Michel, which she never understood. “El, go in the house.”


“But dad, he’s got a point.”


“I said go in the house. Do as I say, right now.” She tugged on her brother’s shirt sleeve to give him her reassurance, then walked away. The argument started before she got three feet from the garage. “That money was to go to your College education.”


“That money was mine. I earned it, I decide what to do with it. Besides, I’ve got enough college grants, scholarships, and bursaries, to send both me and El to college. So what do you care?”


“That is not the point! I raised you to be responsible!”


“You raised me to be like you! A cold hearted bastard! You play nice around mom and El, but around me, you’re all gruff, and cold. What gives dad? You don’t like having a son!?”


“This is about your inability to be responsible. You will return the bike in the morning, and that money will go to college. That is my final word!”


“Screw you dad. College is paid for, this bike is paid for. And I’m not returning nothing just cause you don’t like the fact that I’ve got the balls to NOT be like you.” She watched her brother walk out of the garage, followed by her father.


“DON’T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!!” the man shouted. There was such coldness in his voice that made her jump. He turned and saw her standing in the dusky shadows. “I told you to go into the house!” She didn’t like the look on his face, didn’t like the tone she’d heard. In all her 18 years, she’d never seen him like this. She ran. She couldn’t explain why, she just knew he had to get away.


She spent most of the night in the tree house of some kids three blocks away, trying to figure out why her father would turn so mean. But as much as she racked her brain for a reason, she couldn’t think of any. Her brother not responsible? Heck, he was the most responsible person on the planet. He worked three jobs and the worst hours so he could save up enough money to buy something special just for himself. He helped her through her trigonometry homework, when she couldn’t understand it. He drove her to school, picked her up and took her home, drove their mother to the doctors when she was sick, stayed with her when she was told she was pregnant, and stood to the side as the family celebrated. He did everything he could to help out. Even did the laundry, now that was a total shock.


If anyone could be labeled irresponsible, it was her. She forgot her books everywhere, constantly, she’d forget about the toast in the toaster till it was too late and it burned. She was always running late, for no other reason than just being slow. Her marks were low, too low for the Ivy League schools her father wanted her to attend. She felt stupid half the time, as her classmates would do better on tests, projects, and speaking assignments. When her mother or father would ask her to pick up something from the store before coming home, it was her brother who either reminded her, or did it himself. Why get mad at her brother for doing something for himself that would result in him being happy?


It was the sirens that jogged her from her thoughts. The fire trucks were out, and they sounded close. Too close. She wriggled free of the tree house, scaling down the ladder. The town was small, and everyone would pitch in to help out, even if it was to help console parents or scared kids. She headed towards the sirens, it wasn’t till she’d seen them on her street that she started jogging, and not till she got near her home that she started running. They said she was screaming, but she couldn’t remember. One of the fire fighters grabbed her as she tried to run passed the trucks, slinging her into the arms of one of the deputies.