Highway Don't Care (Freebirds) Read Free

"You all can go to hell.  I’m
going to Texas." on it.  My mother purchased it, and then sent it to
me in Afghanistan.  I received the shirt, and three days later received
the news that she’d died.  It was as if she’d known she wasn’t going to
make it, and sent me some things that would make me think of her.
      The shirt was more sentimental than anything else I owned,
and I wore it sparingly now that it was looking so used and abused. 
During my army days, I would wear it under my BDUs while on missions.  It
seemed to be my lucky shirt, on top of my favorite.  It's a miracle that
it’s lasted so long.  Pure luck.  I’d been shot twice while wearing
it, and neither time was it life threatening.
      Ember came out a few minutes later drowning in my
clothes.  She was so gorgeous though.  Her thick hair hung to just
above her pert ass, curling at the bottom just slightly.  With it down, I
noticed the similarities between her and Cheyenne’s hair.  Both had long
blonde hair, but that is where the similarities ended.  Cheyenne’s was a
riot of curls, whereas Ember’s hung like a sheet down the length of her
back.  Only on the rarest of occasions had I even seen Ember’s hair
down.  Normally it was bundled up into a ball at the top of her head.
      Her face was void of makeup, and the scrapes and bruising
stood out starkly against her white complexion.  The shirt made her look
like her chest was non-existent, but I knew there were two perky beautiful
breasts rubbing against the softness of my shirt that swallowed her
whole.  The green shorts fell below her knees allowing me to see the
bandages covering her scraped knees.  When her eyes met mine, my knees
shook.  The pale blue of her eyes looked dull, almost like there was
little life left in them.
      She came to a halt about three feet from me, looking so
lost that I opened my arms for her and she didn't even hesitate.  She
walked right into them, and wrapped her arms around my back making fists while
clenching the back of my shirt.
      "Are you ready to talk about it?”  I asked her.
      "No.  But I will anyway.”  She said.
      I walked her to the kitchen chair and sat her down very
carefully to avoid the wound on her back.
      "Are you hungry?  Thirsty?”  I asked.
      "Have any coke?”  She asked.
      Walking to the fridge, I rolled my eyes.  I wasn’t
even going to touch the ‘coke’ comment.  Picking up a Mountain Dew from
the top shelf, I handed it over.
      Eyes wide at the realization that I had her favorite drink;
she held out her hand and muttered, “Thanks.”
      I kept the drinks just in case she happened to show
up.  I wasn’t going to into why I did this, since it wasn’t something I
was ready to acknowledge quite yet.
    Ember
    “I was walking out to my car from the side entrance to the
gym.”  I said.
      I fiddled with the tab on the coke can, flicking it back
and forth until it broke off at the letter g.
    Ember
     
      "I was walking out to my car from the side entrance to
the gym.”  I said.
      I fiddled with the tab on the coke can and flicked it back
and forth until it broke off at the letter g.
      I’ve done this game since I was a little girl, normally
breaking the tab off at the desired letter of the alphabet that was the first
letter of my crush’s name.  This time I didn’t have to, it came off on its
own.  Hell yes.  I started to do a little shimmy until the stabbing
pains from the knife slice on my back brought me back to the moment.
      I looked up and saw that Gabe was patiently waiting for me
to continue. Apparently, I’ve done this before.  Often times I find myself
thinking about random stuff in the middle of conversations.  It always
starts little, and then my mind wanders, and before I know it I’m thinking
about what pair of panties would feel the most uncomfortable to wear.
      A throat clearing brought me back the second time.
      "Anyway, I just saw two of the kids get in