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His cheek turned a bright red, and I knew I’d hit a nerve. A very bad nerve. Instead of going off on me like I expected, Boyd let out the breath he’d been holding. “Are we doing this or not?”
“Why not? “ I scooted off the bed on my ‘good’ foot— which was an understatement, since my ankle was sprained. But at least it wasn’t broken. Small favors and all… The movement made my stomach very queasy, and the world spun for a second—not that I wanted Boyd to know that. He’d never know, if I had anything to say about it. The world stopped spinning, and I hobbled over to the table to steady myself.
If you can stay inside, please stay inside. We are expecting at least five more inches of rain today. Widespread flooding in low lying areas are imminent. Stay inside, folks. It’s gonna be a rough one. The man from the radio’s voice poisoned the air.
“Lead the way.”
Chapter Thirteen
Sloan
2:02 PM
“ S HE’LL KNOW WE ARE GONE.” Isaid, as I turned off on Brown Hollow Road. Truth be told, I hated that road. I hated it with everything I had in me. It wasn’t the road’s fault. It was actually a nice little country lane. There were farms on either side of it, rolling hills, a few scattered houses.
And that’s what bothered me—the few scattered houses.
More specifically, the one that was up on my right. The white farmhouse, where all of this started. The place where Darcy cornered me in a bathroom and poured beer on me. It was where I ran. I’d ran to the bottom of the road and stood at the mailbox, just to get some air—just to get away.
And a blue Mustang pulled up.
The window rolled down.
And there was Aaron Hunter.
What would have happened, if I hadn’t gone to that party?
What if I hadn’t let Darcy push my buttons like she did?
What if I had just gone on my merry way with my shoulders back and my chin held high?
I never would have run.
I never would have met Aaron.
My life would have been worse.
His would have been better.
Butterflies flew in my stomach as I got closer to the mailbox. He asked me if I was okay. He seemed to care, even then, and he knew who I was because I had been Ray’s little girlfriend in Kindergarten.
I wanted Aaron back so badly.
I let out a breath as I went by. I had to be a big girl and stop freaking out over everything. So, I made the split-second decision to turn in the driveway, a decision that caused Ray to grab the handle bar and curse a bit loudly at me. “What are you doing?”
“Boyd might have come back here… or maybe Mr. Lawrence knows something about him. Or maybe his mama is here. I don’t know.”
“I don’t care about Boyd.”
“I don’t either.” And it was true. It was very, very true. “But Boyd went over with Aaron. It makes sense to think that maybe they washed up at around the same location. Maybe they are even helping each other, and I believe this is the first place they would go.” I hoped so, anyway. Boyd wouldn’t want to go to the hospital. Too many questions. And I couldn’t, for the life of me, see how he didn’t get injured in the fall. Both of them. To get out, they would both need help from each other.
“I can’t see Boyd helping anybody.” Ray shook his head. His legs were fidgeting like he’d rather be out in the woods looking for Aaron than in that car. “This is a waste of time.”
“Maybe. But we won’t take long, and if there is no one home, we won’t bother waiting, but I have this feeling, Ray. Something isn’t right.”
“A lot ain’t right.”
“True. But just give me five minutes, and then we can go down the trail and get all muddy.” I tried to make it lighthearted, but it didn’t work. Ray never cracked a smile. Maybe he was thinking about how we left Mackenzie high and dry at home. Maybe he was thinking about what he’d do to Boyd if he happened to open the door.
When I parked in the driveway, I noticed something right away, Mr. Lawrence’s jeep was gone. I saw
“Why not? “ I scooted off the bed on my ‘good’ foot— which was an understatement, since my ankle was sprained. But at least it wasn’t broken. Small favors and all… The movement made my stomach very queasy, and the world spun for a second—not that I wanted Boyd to know that. He’d never know, if I had anything to say about it. The world stopped spinning, and I hobbled over to the table to steady myself.
If you can stay inside, please stay inside. We are expecting at least five more inches of rain today. Widespread flooding in low lying areas are imminent. Stay inside, folks. It’s gonna be a rough one. The man from the radio’s voice poisoned the air.
“Lead the way.”
Chapter Thirteen
Sloan
2:02 PM
“ S HE’LL KNOW WE ARE GONE.” Isaid, as I turned off on Brown Hollow Road. Truth be told, I hated that road. I hated it with everything I had in me. It wasn’t the road’s fault. It was actually a nice little country lane. There were farms on either side of it, rolling hills, a few scattered houses.
And that’s what bothered me—the few scattered houses.
More specifically, the one that was up on my right. The white farmhouse, where all of this started. The place where Darcy cornered me in a bathroom and poured beer on me. It was where I ran. I’d ran to the bottom of the road and stood at the mailbox, just to get some air—just to get away.
And a blue Mustang pulled up.
The window rolled down.
And there was Aaron Hunter.
What would have happened, if I hadn’t gone to that party?
What if I hadn’t let Darcy push my buttons like she did?
What if I had just gone on my merry way with my shoulders back and my chin held high?
I never would have run.
I never would have met Aaron.
My life would have been worse.
His would have been better.
Butterflies flew in my stomach as I got closer to the mailbox. He asked me if I was okay. He seemed to care, even then, and he knew who I was because I had been Ray’s little girlfriend in Kindergarten.
I wanted Aaron back so badly.
I let out a breath as I went by. I had to be a big girl and stop freaking out over everything. So, I made the split-second decision to turn in the driveway, a decision that caused Ray to grab the handle bar and curse a bit loudly at me. “What are you doing?”
“Boyd might have come back here… or maybe Mr. Lawrence knows something about him. Or maybe his mama is here. I don’t know.”
“I don’t care about Boyd.”
“I don’t either.” And it was true. It was very, very true. “But Boyd went over with Aaron. It makes sense to think that maybe they washed up at around the same location. Maybe they are even helping each other, and I believe this is the first place they would go.” I hoped so, anyway. Boyd wouldn’t want to go to the hospital. Too many questions. And I couldn’t, for the life of me, see how he didn’t get injured in the fall. Both of them. To get out, they would both need help from each other.
“I can’t see Boyd helping anybody.” Ray shook his head. His legs were fidgeting like he’d rather be out in the woods looking for Aaron than in that car. “This is a waste of time.”
“Maybe. But we won’t take long, and if there is no one home, we won’t bother waiting, but I have this feeling, Ray. Something isn’t right.”
“A lot ain’t right.”
“True. But just give me five minutes, and then we can go down the trail and get all muddy.” I tried to make it lighthearted, but it didn’t work. Ray never cracked a smile. Maybe he was thinking about how we left Mackenzie high and dry at home. Maybe he was thinking about what he’d do to Boyd if he happened to open the door.
When I parked in the driveway, I noticed something right away, Mr. Lawrence’s jeep was gone. I saw
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