Chapter 5: Good afternoon and good luck (Duddley111 thanks for suggestion)

It's been a long week since I was at the hospital…My stitches are finally off and my face looked so normal, like I was never in the accident. Thank God I look normal, I thought.

When I was discharged from the hospital, I leave through the front door. That would the most stupidest idea that I ever made. I opened the doors and I hear camera shutters going off like crazy. Damn…paparazzi…this is not good, I thought. One reporter came out of nowhere and asked:

"Hi…Is your recovery rapid?" Another reporter asked from right next to me:

"Do you have a love affair with famous writer William Turner? Did you guys ever date?" Then one person dragged me out of the reporter crowd. He was wearing a jade motor cycle helmet and he is wearing a black leather motor cycle suit. The same leather suit that professional motorcycle racers would wear. Anyways, he dragged me off the crowd and we went in an alleyway two blocks away from the hospital and I said:

"Thanks a lot…mister." I said, "If you don't mind, I'll leave you alone now…"

"Jude…"

"How'd you know my name?" I interrupted. He pulled off his visor and I never guessed who the mystery rider was…"William…wow…I thought you're still in the hospital!"

"I was discharged yesterday…I wanted to visit you…Come on, we got to go…these paparazzi guys will find out you just left just like… Here Jude, wear this…" He looks through his messenger bag and he takes out the same leather suit he is wearing, only smaller and some weird lettering.

"What is it for?" I asked. William turned around and he held a remote. He pressed a button and out of nowhere a door popped out of the wall. He opened the door and I went in.

"Jude, just wear it!" He yelled. I slid through the suit like a glove with my clothes on. I zipped up the suit and William asks: "Does it fit?"

"Yeah… I think it fits…"

"Ok great, get out of the room!" I opened the door and William looked at me with relief, "Great…" He pushed another button and a garage door was in front of William. "This is one of my garages in the city...I own three and they are all designed to hide my motorcycle collection." He pulled open the garage door and he went inside. I followed and went inside the garage. The garage door instantly closes

The garage has only one bike, a yellow colored one. The rest are tools, maps, a calendar, and some hockey posters. The room is colored red and the floor is blue…the only way out is through the garage door. There are no windows but a huge air duct circulating air. I asked:

"William…What are we doing?" I asked curiously.

"We're getting out of here…" William's cell phone rang like crazy and he picked it up instantly. "Yeah? What bike should I take? Oh, the Ninja? Damn…all right…" He closes his flip phone and he moves toward a yellow colored bike. "This is my pride and joy…I never ride with someone with this bike and since all my other bikes are all busted, we got to ride this. Oh, by the way, this is a 2002 Suzuki Ninja 33C. Come on, hop in." He was on the bike.

"Where should I sit?" I asked. He hands me a yellow motorcycle helmet and a pair of brown leather gloves. William replies:

"Behind me…" He said with an honest tone. I sat behind him and held on for dear life. I want to live, I want to live! I thought. He started the ignition and the motorcycle's engine roared like crazy. Smoke came rushing out through the exhaust pipes. I screamed because of the engine. William laughed and turns around. He puts on his helmet and I put on mine. He closed his visor and I closed mine.

The bike immediately accelerates very fast. The garage door opened and the bike leaves the garage and out the hidden alleyway. The two doors began to conform into walls again.

"Jude…can you hear me?" My helmet sounded his voice, "Jude?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Can you hear me?" William asked again.

"I can hear you…how?"

"Jude, these helmets have a built-in, complex walkie-talkie system so we can still talk while on the road…" William said.

"Will you lose concentration though, William?" I asked.

"No…not really…ok maybe…no I don't." William replied. We sped through the streets like crazy. Then an onlooker yelled:

"Hey…It's Jude Harrison and her guy!" Then a pair of motorcycles sped behind us with both riders holding a camera. Damn, they really are desperate to have a picture of me! I thought.

"William…where are we going?" I asked. William just ignores me and concentrates on the road. I think that William wants me to be in one piece because I trust him. "William? William?" He still ignored me and the two motorcycles are still following us. William turns left on a street corner and turns right through another alleyway. He stopped the bike and turns off the motorcycle. The two bikes went cruising past us. We both got off the bike and we both took off our helmets.

"How did that guy find us?" William asked. Then...William looks down his suit. His name was on it and he pointed my name on my suit. "Duh…I put your name on your suit…I am such an idiot! The weird letterings are meant to be your name. Apparently, some wiseguy read it and yelled like a bitch." He punches on the wall to let go of some anger.

"Hey…can't be that bad, right?" I asked so he would keep his mind off the suit. "But like we sped like 50 MPH and how would he read it?'William replies:

"Well, the rendezvous point is only a couple of steps away and you can take your suit off if you want… By the way, he might have good vision..."

"Just wondering…why do I need to wear the suit anyways?" I interrupted.

"Well…let's just say it's for your own safety." William replied. He turned around and I looked at him funny, like he's trying to start a joke up or something.

"Why are you turning around, William?"

"You know…privacy…you need it…Damn I can't believe I just said that!" William said angrily. He drags his motorcycle and I followed. We left the hidden alleyway and I see a skyscraper…a huge one in fact. The front door was really huge…think of huge temple doors. The number on the canvas of the building was 2030. Then I realized that was the place William and I were supposed to meet. "You're not going to take out your suit, are you?" I shook my head and William gleams a smile at me.

"No…I'm fine William…I can take the heat." I said with a humorous tone. We wind up in front of the building and a guy who is like a valet comes near William.

"You rode on the Ninja, eh? That's good…" He said.

"Jenks? Why did you make me ride the Ninja?"

"Well…your Yamaha and Honda are still in the repair shop and you'll get them by tomorrow, I promise." He explained. He rode on the bike and William hands off the helmet to the valet person. The valet speeds off the motorcycle and was never seen from then on.

"Wow…this place is huge!" I said gleefully.

"You like it, Jude?" William said happily, "Because well… this is my house…"

"Wait, you're what?"

"My house…" William said. So I wind up having friend with a rich boy? This is getting ironic now…