open and Ripp was revving the engine. As soon as I dropped into the passenger seat, smoke bellowed from the rear fenders as he screeched out of the lot and onto the frontage road.
“Vee said,” he paused as he snapped the gear shifter into another gear.
“She collapsed in the store. Got real hot and started crampin’. Damn, bro, this shit scares me. I just want all of this to be over with. I’m excited as hell, but,” he glanced to over his left shoulder as he merged into traffic.
“I really want to quit worrying about everything. I haven’t slept in the last month,” he paused as he quickly applied the brakes and swerved to the right.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there in five,” he said as he downshifted two gears and maneuvered around a truck which was all but stationary in the fast lane.
As soon as he cleared the rear fender of the truck, he mashed the accelerator to the floor. As the rear tires began to spin, the car slid sideways slightly before the tires gripped the asphalt. After shifting gears twice, we were flying down the highway well in excess of 130 miles per hour.
Jesus Ripp, slow down,” I demanded.
He glanced in my direction slightly, his hand still resting on the gear shifter, “When there’s a baby being born there aren’t any speed limits, bro.”
“We need to make it there alive, Ripp,” I sighed as I watched him swerve around a small SUV.
He tilted his head my direction, grinned, and responded in typical Ripp fashion, “Dude, I got this.”
I shook my head and smiled slightly.
“Vee didn’t say anything else?” I asked.
“No not really. Vee said she ate a banana, cramped, and dropped to the floor in a puddle of sweat. Maybe a bad nanner, huh? You know you can get bad fruit, Dekk. Sure can. I ate a bad melon once, gimme the drizzlin’ shits,” he shrugged.
“Hell, I don’t know, Ripp. Maybe. Hurry the fuck up,” I said, completely frustrated at the entire idea of Kace being in the hospital.
“Just like I said, bro, I got this. Hell you couldn’t get there any quicker if you were in a fucking jet plane. I’m just glad Vee’s okay,” he slowed down, swerved through two lanes, and accelerated toward the exit.
“Shit that sounded bad, huh?” he glanced in my direction and quickly turned away.
“Not that Kace isn’t okay. Hell you know what I mean. Kace’s fine. I’m just glad Vee didn’t get one of those bananas. She don’t fuck with bananas, but anyway you know what I mean bro,” he shrugged as he sped down the exit ramp.
“Hold on,” he hollered as he stomped the gas at the traffic light.
“Ripp, god damn it,” I screamed as he slid the car sideways through the intersection.
“Quit screaming, shit you’re scaring me, Dekk. That fucker was red and we’d have been waitin’ for ten minutes,” he said over his right shoulder as he shifted into the next gear.
“Three blocks, bro. Three more blocks, that’s all. I’ll just pull up to the emergency room entrance like we own that bitch. We’ll storm in the fucker like a couple of cowboys and see just what the fucks going on, huh?” he growled.
“Just get me there in one piece, Ripp.” I sighed.
As he sped into the entrance to the emergency room, and ambulance was attempting to park. With the gear shifter in one hand, and his other hand on the horn, he screeched the tires as he sped into the only safe opening right beside the ambulance.
As soon as the car stopped, he set the brake and we both jumped out and began sprinting for the door.
“Sir you can’t just leave…” a voice said from where we had parked.
Upon entering the hospital, Ripp began demanding to se Kace. As I attempted to explain who I was and what we needed in a more specific fashion, Ripp would respond I got this, Dekk. After five minutes of scaring everyone he came in contact with, we were finally directed down the hallway and into another subsection of the facility.
As we cleared a doorway leading into a waiting
“Vee said,” he paused as he snapped the gear shifter into another gear.
“She collapsed in the store. Got real hot and started crampin’. Damn, bro, this shit scares me. I just want all of this to be over with. I’m excited as hell, but,” he glanced to over his left shoulder as he merged into traffic.
“I really want to quit worrying about everything. I haven’t slept in the last month,” he paused as he quickly applied the brakes and swerved to the right.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there in five,” he said as he downshifted two gears and maneuvered around a truck which was all but stationary in the fast lane.
As soon as he cleared the rear fender of the truck, he mashed the accelerator to the floor. As the rear tires began to spin, the car slid sideways slightly before the tires gripped the asphalt. After shifting gears twice, we were flying down the highway well in excess of 130 miles per hour.
Jesus Ripp, slow down,” I demanded.
He glanced in my direction slightly, his hand still resting on the gear shifter, “When there’s a baby being born there aren’t any speed limits, bro.”
“We need to make it there alive, Ripp,” I sighed as I watched him swerve around a small SUV.
He tilted his head my direction, grinned, and responded in typical Ripp fashion, “Dude, I got this.”
I shook my head and smiled slightly.
“Vee didn’t say anything else?” I asked.
“No not really. Vee said she ate a banana, cramped, and dropped to the floor in a puddle of sweat. Maybe a bad nanner, huh? You know you can get bad fruit, Dekk. Sure can. I ate a bad melon once, gimme the drizzlin’ shits,” he shrugged.
“Hell, I don’t know, Ripp. Maybe. Hurry the fuck up,” I said, completely frustrated at the entire idea of Kace being in the hospital.
“Just like I said, bro, I got this. Hell you couldn’t get there any quicker if you were in a fucking jet plane. I’m just glad Vee’s okay,” he slowed down, swerved through two lanes, and accelerated toward the exit.
“Shit that sounded bad, huh?” he glanced in my direction and quickly turned away.
“Not that Kace isn’t okay. Hell you know what I mean. Kace’s fine. I’m just glad Vee didn’t get one of those bananas. She don’t fuck with bananas, but anyway you know what I mean bro,” he shrugged as he sped down the exit ramp.
“Hold on,” he hollered as he stomped the gas at the traffic light.
“Ripp, god damn it,” I screamed as he slid the car sideways through the intersection.
“Quit screaming, shit you’re scaring me, Dekk. That fucker was red and we’d have been waitin’ for ten minutes,” he said over his right shoulder as he shifted into the next gear.
“Three blocks, bro. Three more blocks, that’s all. I’ll just pull up to the emergency room entrance like we own that bitch. We’ll storm in the fucker like a couple of cowboys and see just what the fucks going on, huh?” he growled.
“Just get me there in one piece, Ripp.” I sighed.
As he sped into the entrance to the emergency room, and ambulance was attempting to park. With the gear shifter in one hand, and his other hand on the horn, he screeched the tires as he sped into the only safe opening right beside the ambulance.
As soon as the car stopped, he set the brake and we both jumped out and began sprinting for the door.
“Sir you can’t just leave…” a voice said from where we had parked.
Upon entering the hospital, Ripp began demanding to se Kace. As I attempted to explain who I was and what we needed in a more specific fashion, Ripp would respond I got this, Dekk. After five minutes of scaring everyone he came in contact with, we were finally directed down the hallway and into another subsection of the facility.
As we cleared a doorway leading into a waiting
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