Lucien
ON TOP OF the migraine that banged my head out, I had to listen to Andy's favorite top ten rumors about me — the streets were calling my name as we stopped by the racetrack.
Sav wanted us for a quick hang out after I busted Reese at the festival and made one of his friends delete the post, in exchange of heroin packets. The one thing I needed the most to bury the pain deep where it couldn't bother me.
My body begged for drugs; I wanted to drag the night's pressure into my lungs and bleed out the screaming that clawed at my bones. Andy told me that after he saw his girl, we could go to practice, and cruise around. The echo of her trembling tone at the city's big festival still coiled inside my chest and I wanted to forget.
Drugs and race were still there for me. I couldn't cou
