We drove until we hit Ohio. It was the middle of the night. We were in the middle of nowhere. We’d filled up the gas tank at an all-night gas station. We got some food. I’d stolen Dan’s toothpaste and toothbrush. I was already wearing his socks, so what was a little shared oral hygiene? Benny and I brushed our teeth in a deserted parking lot, rinsing with a bottle of water I bought. We had twenty dollars left. I started with less than six. We were already ahead of the game and a bit ahead of schedule.
Benny walked to the back of the motorcycle. There was a helmet storage bin attached. Benny used the key and popped it open.
“f**k,” he spat.
I walked to his side and stared inside. My stomach clenched. “f**k,” I echoed.
There wasn’t a helmet back there. Mainly because there was no room fo
