building. Anger coated his face and he spoke, “Why did you stop me? Those guys are going to kill me, and you slowed me down.”
“They haven’t been around for a while. I think you lost them,” she replied calmly, reaching for his body to steer him in the direction of her car.
“Don’t touch me! That’s child abduction!” he screamed before he made his way down the alley away from the street where her car was parked. It was a dark alley for daytime, and she scowled at him for walking into the darkness. She quickly found herself returning back to her car, and was ready to follow him until he decided to walk himself home, or get into her car – whichever came first. But she couldn’t leave him there. There’s no way her mind or body would allow her to do that.
So she waited, and watched as he made his way through the alley and towards the back of the building he had been leaning against just moments before. She continued to watch him until he disappeared into what appeared to be a low-hanging window. It was located on the back side where he was walking, and it was so low to the ground that he had to hunker down to enter.
What the fuck? Why would he ever go into an abandoned building? She continued down the street and made a right followed by another right so that she could be at the street parallel to the one she had started from, all so that she could be closer to the window he had entered.
As she drove up next to the side he had climbed into, she saw the window’s condition and gasped from shock and horror. She parked the car in astonishment, once again not really caring about traffic violations. Jagged edges of broken glass were still hanging on, somehow, to the window’s ledge, pointing upwards. It looked ridiculously hazardous, and worry and panic flooded into her, and all she could do was hope and pray that he hadn’t cut himself. She looked closer and didn’t see blood, but what was she supposed to do?
She waited for a moment, hoping he would come out soon. She had it set in her mind that as soon as she saw his figure appear once again, she was going to make sure he freed himself unscathed from the broken glass of the window before she eventually pummeled him to the ground herself.
She was going to force his ass into the car and lock him in and take him home. She didn’t even care about the situation that was going on between her and his parents. She just knew that they would be grateful she grabbed his stupid ass and brought him home. They would want to know what was going on.
She continued to wait – but she hadn’t looked at the time. Honestly, she didn’t care. It seemed like a fucking lifetime, and there was no sign of him anywhere. “Dammit! Fucking kids!” she screamed. She was completely distraught and annoyed at the same time.
She threw open her door in a rage and stomped over to the back side window of the painted, dilapidated building and hunched down. She tried her best to avoid the glass; not only did she not want to be cut, but she also couldn’t imagine the disease that festered there.
She climbed over the window ledge and felt her feet finally touch the surface below. Glass shards crackled beneath her weight as she finally stood steadily on the littered floor of the abandoned building. She smelled the musty air hit her nostrils, and she felt like her allergies were immediately going to begin acting up. But she didn’t have time for that, not now. She had to find Lucas.
She walked through the dusty room, which was obviously home to several spiders, and shuddered. She hated spiders, and creepy-crawlers in general. And what she hated even more was that she couldn’t determine what her surroundings actually were. Blankets were thrown over inanimate objects which were placed back-to-back throughout the room.
The falling walls protruded from the building’s foundation; it was far from a grand abode, but she could tell
“They haven’t been around for a while. I think you lost them,” she replied calmly, reaching for his body to steer him in the direction of her car.
“Don’t touch me! That’s child abduction!” he screamed before he made his way down the alley away from the street where her car was parked. It was a dark alley for daytime, and she scowled at him for walking into the darkness. She quickly found herself returning back to her car, and was ready to follow him until he decided to walk himself home, or get into her car – whichever came first. But she couldn’t leave him there. There’s no way her mind or body would allow her to do that.
So she waited, and watched as he made his way through the alley and towards the back of the building he had been leaning against just moments before. She continued to watch him until he disappeared into what appeared to be a low-hanging window. It was located on the back side where he was walking, and it was so low to the ground that he had to hunker down to enter.
What the fuck? Why would he ever go into an abandoned building? She continued down the street and made a right followed by another right so that she could be at the street parallel to the one she had started from, all so that she could be closer to the window he had entered.
As she drove up next to the side he had climbed into, she saw the window’s condition and gasped from shock and horror. She parked the car in astonishment, once again not really caring about traffic violations. Jagged edges of broken glass were still hanging on, somehow, to the window’s ledge, pointing upwards. It looked ridiculously hazardous, and worry and panic flooded into her, and all she could do was hope and pray that he hadn’t cut himself. She looked closer and didn’t see blood, but what was she supposed to do?
She waited for a moment, hoping he would come out soon. She had it set in her mind that as soon as she saw his figure appear once again, she was going to make sure he freed himself unscathed from the broken glass of the window before she eventually pummeled him to the ground herself.
She was going to force his ass into the car and lock him in and take him home. She didn’t even care about the situation that was going on between her and his parents. She just knew that they would be grateful she grabbed his stupid ass and brought him home. They would want to know what was going on.
She continued to wait – but she hadn’t looked at the time. Honestly, she didn’t care. It seemed like a fucking lifetime, and there was no sign of him anywhere. “Dammit! Fucking kids!” she screamed. She was completely distraught and annoyed at the same time.
She threw open her door in a rage and stomped over to the back side window of the painted, dilapidated building and hunched down. She tried her best to avoid the glass; not only did she not want to be cut, but she also couldn’t imagine the disease that festered there.
She climbed over the window ledge and felt her feet finally touch the surface below. Glass shards crackled beneath her weight as she finally stood steadily on the littered floor of the abandoned building. She smelled the musty air hit her nostrils, and she felt like her allergies were immediately going to begin acting up. But she didn’t have time for that, not now. She had to find Lucas.
She walked through the dusty room, which was obviously home to several spiders, and shuddered. She hated spiders, and creepy-crawlers in general. And what she hated even more was that she couldn’t determine what her surroundings actually were. Blankets were thrown over inanimate objects which were placed back-to-back throughout the room.
The falling walls protruded from the building’s foundation; it was far from a grand abode, but she could tell
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