ROAD TO NOWHERE EXCERPT! #DECEMBER6TH #CreedAndMia
Meet young MIA RYDER!
I cut the engine on my bike, took off my helmet and grabbed the pack of smokes from my cut. Smacking the bottom of the new pack, I pulled out a cigarette and lit up. She was wearing a light yellow summer dress with bathing suit straps peeking out underneath it. Her hair was in braided pigtails, with matching yellow bows. What caught my attention the most, were the huge avia-tor sunglasses on her tiny face, sporting them like she was grown.
“Momma, why couldn’t I just buy the pink bikini? I hate this stupid black, one-piece bathing suit, Daddy said I had to buy,” the little girl whined. “I was perfect-ly happy with the bikini. It was pretty and cute, and now I just look like a boy. This isn’t fair! Totally sucks balls.”
“Mia Ryder! How many times do I have to tell you not to talk like that?” her momma reprimanded her.
“Apparently more than once. Mason says it all the time and you don’t yell at him.”
“Ugh, what am I going to do with you?”
“You can start by letting me buy that bikini. I’m not a baby anymore. Daddy needs to understand I’m going to be ten soon. That’s almost two whole hands. Double digits,” Mia emphasized, holding up her small hands so she could see.
Her momma chuckled, shaking her head. “You’ll always be your Daddy’s baby girl.”
“He’s never gonna let me grow up. He already scared off all the boys in my class. Even the cute ones, Momma. Uncle Dylan and Uncle Jacob aren’t any bet-ter, telling my reading partner, Phil, I couldn’t come to the phone cause I was poopin’!” She held her arms out to her sides. “I wasn’t even poopin’! Who is the mature one here? Me. No one lets me do anything. It. Sucks. Balls,” she sighed and I resisted the urge to laugh my ass off.
This kid is a spitfire.
“You are too young to be this boy crazy. Now stop your fussin’. We’re short staffed today. Lori called in sick. Aunt Lily is even coming in early to wait tables.”
Mia hopped out of the SUV, shutting the door be-hind her.
“Well, you going to go surf or stand here and pout all day?” her momma asked, cocking her head to the side.
“I’ll think about it,” she replied, sitting on the curb pouting.
Her momma just shook her head, ruffling up her hair as she walked inside.
I got off my bike, taking a few more drags off my cigarette before throwing it to the asphalt, using the toe of my boot to stub it out. When I looked up, I had two, big, bright blue eyes staring me down. Her head cocked to the side with her arms resting on her knees. Her sun-glasses were now hanging in her hands.
“You some sort of celebrity?” Mia questioned.
I chuckled, shaking my head no.
“Wow, you look like one of those guys from a tele-vision show my daddy watches. Sons of a Bitches or something like that…”
I laughed so hard my head fell back. I couldn’t re-member the last time I laughed like that.
“Anyways.” She shrugged me off. “He doesn’t know I watch the show. I sneak down into the theatre room and peek through the door crack. The guy with long blonde hair is cute. I really like him.”
I just nodded, trying like hell not to bust out laugh-ing again. Thinking to myself, damn her parents have their hands full with this one.
“Do you have a voice? Or do you just do the shake and nod thing, like you’re too cool?”
I grinned, walking over to her. She looked up at me, shielding her eyes from the sun. Waiting for my an-swer.
“I talk. I just don’t talk to strangers, sweetie.” I winked, walking past her, opening the door, leaving her there wide-eyed.
“Momma, why couldn’t I just buy the pink bikini? I hate this stupid black, one-piece bathing suit, Daddy said I had to buy,” the little girl whined. “I was perfect-ly happy with the bikini. It was pretty and cute, and now I just look like a boy. This isn’t fair! Totally sucks balls.”
“Mia Ryder! How many times do I have to tell you not to talk like that?” her momma reprimanded her.
“Apparently more than once. Mason says it all the time and you don’t yell at him.”
“Ugh, what am I going to do with you?”
“You can start by letting me buy that bikini. I’m not a baby anymore. Daddy needs to understand I’m going to be ten soon. That’s almost two whole hands. Double digits,” Mia emphasized, holding up her small hands so she could see.
Her momma chuckled, shaking her head. “You’ll always be your Daddy’s baby girl.”
“He’s never gonna let me grow up. He already scared off all the boys in my class. Even the cute ones, Momma. Uncle Dylan and Uncle Jacob aren’t any bet-ter, telling my reading partner, Phil, I couldn’t come to the phone cause I was poopin’!” She held her arms out to her sides. “I wasn’t even poopin’! Who is the mature one here? Me. No one lets me do anything. It. Sucks. Balls,” she sighed and I resisted the urge to laugh my ass off.
This kid is a spitfire.
“You are too young to be this boy crazy. Now stop your fussin’. We’re short staffed today. Lori called in sick. Aunt Lily is even coming in early to wait tables.”
Mia hopped out of the SUV, shutting the door be-hind her.
“Well, you going to go surf or stand here and pout all day?” her momma asked, cocking her head to the side.
“I’ll think about it,” she replied, sitting on the curb pouting.
Her momma just shook her head, ruffling up her hair as she walked inside.
I got off my bike, taking a few more drags off my cigarette before throwing it to the asphalt, using the toe of my boot to stub it out. When I looked up, I had two, big, bright blue eyes staring me down. Her head cocked to the side with her arms resting on her knees. Her sun-glasses were now hanging in her hands.
“You some sort of celebrity?” Mia questioned.
I chuckled, shaking my head no.
“Wow, you look like one of those guys from a tele-vision show my daddy watches. Sons of a Bitches or something like that…”
I laughed so hard my head fell back. I couldn’t re-member the last time I laughed like that.
“Anyways.” She shrugged me off. “He doesn’t know I watch the show. I sneak down into the theatre room and peek through the door crack. The guy with long blonde hair is cute. I really like him.”
I just nodded, trying like hell not to bust out laugh-ing again. Thinking to myself, damn her parents have their hands full with this one.
“Do you have a voice? Or do you just do the shake and nod thing, like you’re too cool?”
I grinned, walking over to her. She looked up at me, shielding her eyes from the sun. Waiting for my an-swer.
“I talk. I just don’t talk to strangers, sweetie.” I winked, walking past her, opening the door, leaving her there wide-eyed.
☆✭From USA TODAY Bestselling Author M.Robinson ✭☆
