09-21-2014, 04:22 PM
They crossed the street, Calvin didn't speak and the motorcycle man didn't answer his question. They kept an eye out, Calvin heard the sirens approaching and prepared to leave until the motorcycle man broke the silence.
"This is my bike. Come on. I'll drop you somewhere. We can't get far without getting you a helmet, but at least out of the neighborhood."
Calvin looked at him, his eyes sad, and he turned and looked at the house again. Calvin wondered about the man that had been gone on a business trip. Was he like Calvin? Did he love his family? Had Calvin...well no...had the motorcycle man prevented that man from becoming what Calvin was now. Calvin was no hero - this man was a hero - offering what he had to help others. Calvin's motivations on the other hand were selfish. He turned back and walked toward the bike, sighing. His family would be ashamed of him and he knew it. The pictures were going down when he got home.
Calvin got on the bike where the man had indicated and held on. Calvin felt guilt, shame, and so many other emotions that it was hard to contain, and he sniffled a bit, before stifling back the tears that were beginning to form. "I'm sorry again...I don't know why you're not pressing charges, but...thanks. There's a bar nearby...that will suffice as a place to drop me off. I need..."
he didn't finish the sentence. This man couldn't help him anymore than he had, and Calvin wasn't sure he deserved to be helped. Right now, the pain was building again - threatening always in the back of his head to take control.
"This is my bike. Come on. I'll drop you somewhere. We can't get far without getting you a helmet, but at least out of the neighborhood."
Calvin looked at him, his eyes sad, and he turned and looked at the house again. Calvin wondered about the man that had been gone on a business trip. Was he like Calvin? Did he love his family? Had Calvin...well no...had the motorcycle man prevented that man from becoming what Calvin was now. Calvin was no hero - this man was a hero - offering what he had to help others. Calvin's motivations on the other hand were selfish. He turned back and walked toward the bike, sighing. His family would be ashamed of him and he knew it. The pictures were going down when he got home.
Calvin got on the bike where the man had indicated and held on. Calvin felt guilt, shame, and so many other emotions that it was hard to contain, and he sniffled a bit, before stifling back the tears that were beginning to form. "I'm sorry again...I don't know why you're not pressing charges, but...thanks. There's a bar nearby...that will suffice as a place to drop me off. I need..."
he didn't finish the sentence. This man couldn't help him anymore than he had, and Calvin wasn't sure he deserved to be helped. Right now, the pain was building again - threatening always in the back of his head to take control.