The sneer was wiped from his face, as was the classic arrogance born of privilege. The predatory violence, completely erased. I saw him for what he was, and I wasn’t afraid.
“Facing down my demons was the hardest thing I ever did.” Jordan spoke against my ear, words meant only for me. “You’re stronger than I’ll ever be.”
“He’s all yours, boys.” Jordan wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided us in the direction of his trailer.
Jordan did what I never thought he could do, he walked away from Caleb for me. Jordan could have beaten Caleb to within in an inch of his life. Instead, Jordan walked away with his arm slung around my shoulders.
Whatever he said to Caleb, paired with the throttling, had appeased the anger inside Jordan.
Fear released its grip on my heart, I still had the most important part of my life with me. We didn’t stick around to watch what happened next. I didn’t want to and Jordan didn’t need to. We left everything on that quiet street in the middle of the night.
Fall gave way to the crisp air of winter. Begrudgingly the cars were put up for the season.
We all itched for that first warm night. When it came, we’d be out there on a desolate strip of concrete, with the smell of melted rubber and exhaust, and the taste of adrenaline burning our tongues.
Jordan had slayed my demons. And in a way, I guess I’d slayed his too. The shadow in his gaze no longer lingered, the darkness no longer haunted his face. Now when he raced, it wasn’t as if the hounds of hell were after him.
Now it was a race to the finish line…where I’d be waiting.
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