The Motorcycle Trip
Category: Adventure

The sun crept through the blinds, slowly lighting up the room to let Javier know that morning had arrived. Today wasn’t just any other day. Today was the start of a new journey. He’d spent weeks tuning and preparing his new motorcycle and he wanted to get out on the road and stretch the bike’s legs. He didn’t exactly have a destination in mind and would just go where the road took him. He decided he needed to get away and clear his mind after everything that has happened relationship wise for him. He didn’t want to pack much as he wouldn’t need too much stuff. He would just buy what he needed on the road, it was the nice thing about having a wealthy bank account. He walked outside after getting dressed, throwing on his black jeans and instead of a shirt, he just put on his black leather vest which he left open in the front. Donning his boots and grabbing a few snacks for the trip, not needing to eat much as he would be able to stop and hunt.

He walked outside, locking his front door tightly and turned down the stairs. He threw one leg over the seat of the bike and sat down. This was the first time he’d smiled since…well that’s not important. The bike came to live with a loud roar as the engine fired up. It was a sound that Javier missed and was quite happy to hear again. He checked the mirrors and made sure everything was set the way it needed to be and made sure he was full of gas. It was time. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He needed this trip, his heart needed this trip to mend itself, to heal and place walls back where they were needed to protect himself in the future. Never again would he just leap into something as he was the one who always ended up getting hurt. He twisted the handle giving the bike some gas and off he went, leaving his house behind for a bit, leaving this forest behind for a bit. It was time to heal.

He made his way onto the highway and just started to ride. The sun was rising higher in the sky, its rays and light beating down upon Javier as he rode along. The wind blowing through his hair, his vest flapping in the breeze. Trees flew by, cars flew by as he swerved in and out of the traffic. He decided to head west. He’d not travelled that way very much and wanted to see more of the countryside. He decided that in order to really see the countryside, he would have to leave the highway, take back roads where he wanted to and really see the country. He veered off at the next exit which turned out to be perfect timing as there seemed to be some heavy traffic ahead and he was not one to just sit idle in traffic. He started to ride through a small, quaint town and he looked around once he’d come to the stoplight. Everyone he could see seemed to be going about their lives, seeing kids laughing in the park not far from him and to the other side a row of shops and diners seemed to be bustling with activity. He saw a few people walking hand-in-hand and he had to look away. It wasn’t that he hated them, it was the fact that he hated his situation. Why could he not be lucky and find someone who did actually care for him. Someone who could be his one and not have feelings for another. He was giving up hope that he would ever find that and seeing that couple walking along, looking happy, he was then happy the light turned green, and he could leave that behind.

He got out of the small town and open pastures and farms started to populate the landscape. It was a gorgeous sight to see, and his mind could start to clear. He looked around at each of the vast fields with crops growing fully, almost ready for harvest it seemed. He ventured on, letting the road lead him. A few hours later, he had now left the state line behind him and was headed towards the mountains. It would be an amazing place to stop for the night and would be a great hunting ground for him. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and he decided that it was time to call the first day. He found a motel and pulled into the parking lot. Heading into the office, he got a room and made his way over. He placed his backpack of supplies in the room and decided to go get a bite to eat. He locked the room as he left and headed out back into the wooded area. He found a good place to keep his clothes and he looked around to make sure no one was watching. Content that he was alone, he stripped his clothes off and placed them in the secure location and took a deep breath and felt the transformation begin. No longer did there stand a man, but now he was on four legs, his black and silver fur encompassing his whole body. His senses rising higher, especially his sense of smell. He trotted off into the woods in search of his dinner.

Stalking through the trees, he was invisible to any prey. His skills were honed quite well over the years and now he could sneak up on a grizzly and it wouldn’t know. Not that he would since that would be suicide unless he had a pack with him. Unfortunately, he was a lone wolf. No pack to call upon. No other wolves wanted him. He skulked through the forest like the silent killer he was. He then caught the scent of a fox not far from him. He changed directions and headed that way, sneaking quietly, not a sound from his footsteps. He came upon a small clearing and that’s where he found his prey. He waited, watching, plotting. Once he was sure no other predators were around and it was just him and the fox, he went in for the kill. Before the fox could react, Javier had it pinned to the ground, his teeth sunk into its neck and tasting the lifeforce as it drained from his prey. Javier ate great that night. Once he was full, he headed back to the hotel and stopped in the tree line, changing back to his human form. He pulled his clothes out and got dressed once again and headed back to his room where he slept wonderfully that night.

The next morning he woke up in the empty bed and he let out a soft sigh. He couldn’t deny that he missed her. It was her decision though, she decided she didn’t want him. He had a feeling her heart belonged to another guy, and it just wasn’t fair to him. That seemed to always be the case for him though, he just always ends up hurt. He sighed and sat up and walked over to the coffee maker and started his morning coffee. After showering and getting ready for the new day, he drank down the coffee and headed out. He checked out of the hotel, not needing it another night as he would be miles away before nightfall. He started up his Harley and took off down the road to new adventures. Riding through the mountains was freeing for his mind. The serenity of the gorgeous rolling hills and trees helped in guiding him back to where he felt he belonged. He pulled off the road following a dirt road to its end. Upon stopping, his eyes set sight on a gorgeous pond with a waterfall plummeting down from the cliff face. It was so serene and peaceful. No one else was here, and he decided to take this opportunity to rest. He dismounted the bike and walked over to one of the picnic tables that were scattered throughout the area. He sat down as he watched the waterfall, letting nature caress and soothe him.

Hours turned into days; days turned into weeks. Finally, he arrived on the west coast, pulling his bike into a parking lot that overlooked the Pacific Ocean just off the pacific coast highway. He turned the bike off and dismounted. He made his way down to the beach and just sat in the sand. The warm ocean breeze blowing onto the shore and rustling his already messy hair. He just stared out at the ocean for what felt like forever, just getting lost in the moment. He finally stood up after a bit and decided to go for a walk. The ride was great to clear his mind, but a walk would solidify that serene state-of-mind, especially one on the beach at sunset. Darkness started to set in and he made his way back over to his bike. He was starting to feel more like himself again after these long weeks, but it had been a hard and heartbreaking journey for him with all the memories that came to him. He realized that if there was to be anything between them, it was on her end. She was going to have to be the one to initiate any kind of contact. If she didn’t want him, which is what he already believed, then she wouldn’t reach out to at least say hi, then he’d know for sure. He decided he’d stay in Los Angeles for a few days and see the area. Once he’d done that, he’d make his way back to the east coast, home. Of course, he’d be stopping by Las Vegas on the way as well.

Another month and a half flew by before he knew it and he was leaving Las Vegas and headed back across the country, taking a completely different path this time around and hitting up the southern states. He was making his way through Dallas and decided to stop off at a bar near the side of the road. He needed a rest after the few days of riding. Stopping only to use the bathroom or take a quick bite or hunt. Other than those stops, he was riding. He walked into the dive bar and looked around quickly to scan his environment. It wasn’t insanely busy but there were a good number of people there. No one really seemed to notice him, but he did take notice of the rowdier group near the billiard table. He ignored them and made his way to the bar. He ordered a whiskey neat, and the bartender served it up quickly. He sat there in silence, swishing around his drink before taking a sip. He tried not to let the memories flood his mind, but he couldn’t fight them hard enough and they soon took over. A single tear trickled down his cheek and he took another sip when all the sudden he was pushed from behind by someone knocking into him and his drink spilled on the bar.

He turned around and saw one of the truckers from the billiard table, still holding his pool cue and laughing. “Hey, sorry man, didn’t see you there. Uh oh, looks like you spilled your drink, you should be more careful!” The abrasive man clapped his hand on Javier’s shoulder. He didn’t need this, not now. He looked at the guy and as calmly as he could, he replied. “I think you owe me a new drink.” The man stopped laughing and looked at him. “Is that right? You can’t prove that I spilled it, so buy your own fucking drink, asswipe.” Javier once again fought the urge to lay this guy out on the floor. He turned back to the bartender and ordered another whiskey and told him to put it on the guy’s tab. The guy started to rant. “Oh, like hell you will! Don’t you even think about adding that to my tab. What’s your problem, fucker?” He said addressing Javier once again. This time, more of his alpha wolf shown through. “Listen.” he said sternly. “Either you buy that drink, or you’ll be playing pool with your feet after I break both of your hands.” The man paused and assessed Javier briefly then leaned in close, too close for Javier’s liking and whispered. “Fuck…you.” With that, the man shoved Javier back against the bar and it was at this point, Javier let his inner wolf take over.

A fist came at his face, and he ducked it easily enough, his agility now heightened, and he gripped the man’s arm and slammed it down on the bar, the crack his wrist made was quite audible. Javier realized his strength was also heightened.  The man let out a scream of pain and his buddies apparently didn’t like what was happening as they came after Javier as well. These guys chose the completely wrong person to mess with. On a good day, Javier would have dropped them all but careful not to permanently hurt anyone, however, with the hurt that tore his heart asunder, he didn’t care right now. Javier pushed the man back into two of his buddies and he could hear what sounded like the bartender screaming for them to stop and take it outside. Javier looked at the crew that was coming at him and he knew what he needed to do. One of the thugs swung the pool cue at his head. Once again, ducking it and moving in quickly, he placed one foot behind the thug’s leg and wrapped his arm around the front of his chest and took him to the floor with a loud thud and followed up with a solid punch to the face which knocked the guy out cold. Javier’s wolf must have been coming out a bit more, because as he turned and looked at the other guys, they stopped in their tracks. The expressions on their faces led Javier to believe that his features were looking a bit more wild, his eyes probably glowing a bit reddish brown. He stood up slowly and looked at the two remaining men and then dropped their pool cues and put their hands up. “He..Here, look, we don’t want any more trouble, man.” One of them said as he reached for his back pocket. Javier watched him closely, ready to move in if the man lied and pulled a weapon. Turns out he pulled his wallet out and took out a twenty and paid the bartender for the drink. They then picked up both of their friends and took them outside. Javier turned back to the bartender and nodded. “I’m sorry about that. I tried not to damage anything. Here.” he said as he reached into his wallet and pulled out a one-hundred-dollar bill and handed it to him. “For the damaged pool cue and dent in the bar.” He said and he turned and left without so much as a glance back. Outside the guys steered clear of him as Javier walked over to his Harley and started it up. It was time to put this place in the rear-view mirror.

The next week passed without incident, and he pulled into the familiar driveway and followed the gravel path down to his cabin in the woods. It was nice to be home but at the same time, he knew the place would be quite empty and it would just take more time to heal. He parked his bike and grabbed his bag and headed inside the dark, empty cabin. He looked around with a sigh and set his bag down on the kitchen counter. He walked over to his wet bar and poured himself a drink, needing something strong to help him get through the rest of the night. He walked over to the couch and sat down. He flipped on the television and scrolled through and came across the movie ‘The Conjuring’. He stopped and watched, knowing it was one of her favorites, but in a way, it was helping him.

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