Chapter Two: Rising Road
Erich lay down on the back seat. She had nothing bad to say to Lake. He was right. Her mother was an unclean woman.
With hands on her ears, she fought the annoying breathing of the night wind. One more kilometer to the bridge. Twenty more house from the bridge to her house. Upstairs in her room, her father was surely waiting. She said she would be back at ten. Now, it was half past eleven.
Even with a burning heart for Lake, she still stared at the back of his head, wondering if there was still such a man like Lake out there. He was a perfect boyfriend, a perfect son and a perfect, well, human being. Not a boring perfect, but an interesting perfect.
Lake loved almost all things in color black . His classmates said he came from hell for loving a devilish color. He said he just love black because it is classy and timeless. But he was proud he never had a black tooth since childhood, it will never be a classy nor a timeless facial display.
The car bumped on a stone. Erich rose quickly and checked where they were. The road was rising. The escalation made her feet press the car floor. The bridge lighted by yellow lights was in sight.
When they reached the entrance of the bridge, they realized they were not alone. Lake stopped the engine and observed the three shadows in the middle of the bridge.