***Con***
My body hurt. It felt like everything was on fire; every bump we hit, I winced. It took all I had to stay on and not fall off this thing. Trevor wasnt going slow, he was still pushing to put distance between us and that place. However, I couldn't ride super long, and I discovered if I started to wiggle or act as if I was losing my balance, which was too hard a it wasnt that great, he would stop for a bit to let me off.
I wanted to cry each time as the movement about killed me. My leg was on fire just as much as the rest of me, but I had not noticed the small blood spot on the side of my thigh, it wasnt a big spot nor was it deep, just a small graze on it, but it hurt like hell,
The last time we stopped Trevor was up in my face, snarling about how we cant keep stopping so muc
