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sounds of my engine. When they pulled out in a single form, I followed them out of the suburb but then parted ways as the entry for Interstate 515 North came to view. I let out a sigh of relief mixed with sadness. Ten more hours until I would arrive. Destination? Denver, Colorado. Home.
     
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    I wouldn’t arrive at Jade’s house until almost midnight. I thought I’d be able to drive straight through without stopping, hoping the adrenaline of leaving Nevada would keep me going, but midway through my trip I ended up stopping to stretch my legs and grabbing a bite to eat. I took the opportunity to call Jade and give her an update on the situation, but was pushed straight to her voicemail.
    “Hey, it’s me,” I said after she told me to leave a message after the beep. “I’m in Utah, four hours away. I’ll see you soon. Oh, and your dad says he loves you.”
    I hung up, slipping my phone back inside my bag then shrugged on my tan leather jacket and zipped it up. Straddling my bike, I looked down the endless road of pavement that led home before putting my helmet back on. Now that I was closer to Colorado, I fought harder not to turn back to Nevada. But what would I go back to? A job as a waitress in a shitty diner, or maybe back to Big John where he’d hook me up with one of his boys and become his old lady. Trapped in a life with a criminal cheating husband, as I stayed home obedient while taking care of his rug rats? Hell no, that wasn’t me.
    I left Colorado once for a reason. I left to get away from one criminal father, but then ended up being around another. Although Big John wasn’t my biological father, he had as much input raising me as Don. Before John took his crew to Las Vegas, the Sinners Tribe was based in Colorado. He and his seven-year-old daughter had moved in next to us. Since then, Jade and I had been inseparable. She was my first real friend. When I turned eighteen, I left home to attend college in Wyoming, and it didn’t work out very well.
    After a lifetime of living the easy way and cutting corners, working like the normal population was extremely hard. So, after struggling for a year, I dropped out, and moved to Vegas to count cards for another year. Then, after almost getting caught, I swore to myself I would never do it again. After that, I met Joey and wasted an entire year on his ass too. So, here I was, going back home. I figured I could go anywhere I wanted, but no state had what Colorado had, and that was Jade.
    Turning off the Frog, I hopped off the seat and began to unlatch my bag as the front door of the townhouse opened. It was pitch black, but I still remembered every white piece of siding and every red shutter of this house. I looked up to the sound of the screen door slapping shut. Pete, Jade’s husband, blocked the yellow glow beaming out through the front door with his big frame.
    “I could never figure out if you riding a bike was hot, or emasculating,” he said, rounding my bike. I laughed, standing on my tiptoes to hug him.
    “How ya been, Pete?”
    Pete bent his knees so it was easier for me to hug him. I am height impaired, and Pete is so big he needs to slouch in order to get through doors. We don’t make hugging a habit, because it’s awkward for both of us.
    “I’m good. Happy you’re back. I haven’t been able to shut Jade up about you coming back no matter how many times my dick was in her—”
    “Okay! I get it, no need to give me any visuals,” I said, pushing him back. Pete chuckled as he softly gave me a push back. Without having to ask, he started untying my bag off the tail end of the bike. Once it was unlatched, he draped it over his shoulder like it was nothing.
    “Let’s head inside. Jade should be here in an hour or so.”
    I nodded and followed him into the house. Pete showed me my room, the unfinished basement of their rental. It was a concrete slab, the wooden frame of the walls exposed. Jade had attempted to make it look as homey as