Home, they say that home is where the heart is but what if you don't have one anymore my heart is so clouded with hate, anger and so many other feelings but theres no love not after I had lost them.... Why? Why? Why? WHY? What did I do to make them leave.... No! I can't think about them just look at (b/n) you say to yourself mentally as you run a hand down your shiny (f/c) motorcycle it is your most prized possession and you love it dearly with a smile you head over to the shop to pay for the fuel and grab a coffee or sandwich anything to give you some energy, so after about half an hour of resting at the petrol station you hop back on your beautiful (b/n) and after putting on your (f/c) helmet zipping up you black leather jacket and only after getting on pulling on your gloves starting your beasts engine you hear her purr and you smile before pulling out onto the street with a roar from (b/n)

Its been at least five hours and your luscious ass is starting to once again hurt but you have got to keep moving well that was what you thought until a big and angry looking animal crashes into your beloved bike sending you and it flying across the road into a pile of dirt on the other side