Memories

15 Years Old

Harley Finley

"Harley. Honey?" My mother's sweet voice rang through the garage I had holed myself in for the last few hours.

Huffing and groaning, I placed the exhaust pipe to my bike to the ground. Fucking thing was rusted on there and my strength was proving not enough to yank it off.

"Back here, Mom!" I yelled back, my words echoing off the empty building walls.

My mother walked in with her hands on her hips. Her bleached blonde hair waving down her backside with each long stretch of her legs.

"Where is your father? He told me he'd get the spare off the car and put the new tire on." She huffed, rolling her bright blue eyes at her husbands negligence for his promises.

Something I had grown used too.

I peered up at her with a shrug, "Hell if I know."

She sighed before kneeling beside me, examining the work I had done by myself today.

"Lee, it's time to junk this bike." She complained sweetly, hating the idea of me following in my fathers footsteps and attempting to ride