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sleep?
The big clock which had become my lifeline, strangely, said 1:10. The rain kept pelting the window, but it had only been about twenty minutes. I’d just gone to sleep, apparently, and now here I was.
But Sloan wasn’t with me.
She wasn’t yelling my name.
She wasn’t being attacked by Boyd.
Boyd.
I quickly scanned the room and found Boyd exactly where he had been sitting. His eyes were open, but unseeing. Strange. Very. Very strange. “Nightmare?” He asked, without the slightest hint of concern in his voice. Cold and void. That was Boyd.
I flung both legs off my little platform bed and sucked in a breath when my broken leg dangled off the side. Enough of this! Enough of this rain. Enough of this house. Enough of this pain. Enough of looking at Boyd. “You still wanna get out of here?”
Boyd sat up straighter. “Thought you were scared.”
“I never said that.”
“You wanted to wait for my father.”
“I didn’t…”
“Do you really want to get out of here?”
I swallowed hard. Yeah… I wanted out. Anxiety was creeping in, and I could feel the walls closing in on me. Walls with water ready to drag me away outside. It was almost knocking on the door. In a few hours, it would be.
“I’m not much of a sit and wait type of a guy. If your father can get out of here, I don’t see why we can’t.” I paused for effect. “No pun intended.”
Boyd’s lip quirked up. “Yeah, we should just be able to walk right out the door…” and Boyd paused. “Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
I popped the tension out of my neck. I couldn’t do this… I had to do this.
Make a deal with the devil.
Oh good.
“Do you know these woods?”
“Yes.” He answered much… much too quickly.
“How well?”
“Enough.”
“How enough?”
Boyd huffed. “I’ve been to this stupid fishing hole with my father a lot of times. I know where we are. We are about five miles from the main road, and then another good, I don’t know….”
“I thought you knew.” I had to cut in because apparently we bickered like a married couple. He wasn’t my type.
“Shut up.” He threw a chip in my general direction. “Town is another good thirty miles away, once we get to the main road. Forty at most.”
All of the tension I had just popped out of my neck came back, plus a thousand. “So… you are telling me that you think you can carry me all that way?”
“I’m saying… if we help each other… we can get back to the main road and get out of here.”
Boyd sounded so sincere, so scared, so…. pleasant. It worried me. “What do you get out of it?”
Boyd’s jaw clinched. I think he was upset that I kept going around in circles, but to be honest, I was having to psych myself up to do this, because while I knew the water was coming, I was safe—at the moment. The rain wasn’t coming. The water wasn’t up to my ankles yet. But it would soon. I knew it was coming, and I had to be proactive. I had to get out of there because I didn’t want to be stuck in there when the water came.
But it was so difficult to talk myself into it.
No, it wasn’t the leaving that was the hard part—it was leaving with Boyd. It was having to trust Boyd. I hated to do it.
“What do I get? I get to go home.” As if it was the most obvious answer ever.
As if the police would let him stay long…
“We can do this together, you know? If you don’t want me to carry you, you can always lean on my shoulder. I can help you out of here.”
I couldn’t help it. I had to laugh. A big, giant high-pitched laugh that hurt even my ears, but couldn’t stop. “I just can’t get that through my mind. You want to help me. You tried to kill me… you shot my brother… you hurt my girlfriend—”
“Oh, you’re official now?”
I didn’t stop talking. “And now you want to help me? Why? The woods scary to ya? Think I’ll leave you here? Afraid of being alone?”
Boyd opened his mouth to speak and clamped it shut.
The big clock which had become my lifeline, strangely, said 1:10. The rain kept pelting the window, but it had only been about twenty minutes. I’d just gone to sleep, apparently, and now here I was.
But Sloan wasn’t with me.
She wasn’t yelling my name.
She wasn’t being attacked by Boyd.
Boyd.
I quickly scanned the room and found Boyd exactly where he had been sitting. His eyes were open, but unseeing. Strange. Very. Very strange. “Nightmare?” He asked, without the slightest hint of concern in his voice. Cold and void. That was Boyd.
I flung both legs off my little platform bed and sucked in a breath when my broken leg dangled off the side. Enough of this! Enough of this rain. Enough of this house. Enough of this pain. Enough of looking at Boyd. “You still wanna get out of here?”
Boyd sat up straighter. “Thought you were scared.”
“I never said that.”
“You wanted to wait for my father.”
“I didn’t…”
“Do you really want to get out of here?”
I swallowed hard. Yeah… I wanted out. Anxiety was creeping in, and I could feel the walls closing in on me. Walls with water ready to drag me away outside. It was almost knocking on the door. In a few hours, it would be.
“I’m not much of a sit and wait type of a guy. If your father can get out of here, I don’t see why we can’t.” I paused for effect. “No pun intended.”
Boyd’s lip quirked up. “Yeah, we should just be able to walk right out the door…” and Boyd paused. “Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
I popped the tension out of my neck. I couldn’t do this… I had to do this.
Make a deal with the devil.
Oh good.
“Do you know these woods?”
“Yes.” He answered much… much too quickly.
“How well?”
“Enough.”
“How enough?”
Boyd huffed. “I’ve been to this stupid fishing hole with my father a lot of times. I know where we are. We are about five miles from the main road, and then another good, I don’t know….”
“I thought you knew.” I had to cut in because apparently we bickered like a married couple. He wasn’t my type.
“Shut up.” He threw a chip in my general direction. “Town is another good thirty miles away, once we get to the main road. Forty at most.”
All of the tension I had just popped out of my neck came back, plus a thousand. “So… you are telling me that you think you can carry me all that way?”
“I’m saying… if we help each other… we can get back to the main road and get out of here.”
Boyd sounded so sincere, so scared, so…. pleasant. It worried me. “What do you get out of it?”
Boyd’s jaw clinched. I think he was upset that I kept going around in circles, but to be honest, I was having to psych myself up to do this, because while I knew the water was coming, I was safe—at the moment. The rain wasn’t coming. The water wasn’t up to my ankles yet. But it would soon. I knew it was coming, and I had to be proactive. I had to get out of there because I didn’t want to be stuck in there when the water came.
But it was so difficult to talk myself into it.
No, it wasn’t the leaving that was the hard part—it was leaving with Boyd. It was having to trust Boyd. I hated to do it.
“What do I get? I get to go home.” As if it was the most obvious answer ever.
As if the police would let him stay long…
“We can do this together, you know? If you don’t want me to carry you, you can always lean on my shoulder. I can help you out of here.”
I couldn’t help it. I had to laugh. A big, giant high-pitched laugh that hurt even my ears, but couldn’t stop. “I just can’t get that through my mind. You want to help me. You tried to kill me… you shot my brother… you hurt my girlfriend—”
“Oh, you’re official now?”
I didn’t stop talking. “And now you want to help me? Why? The woods scary to ya? Think I’ll leave you here? Afraid of being alone?”
Boyd opened his mouth to speak and clamped it shut.
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